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May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections? Mar. Yes, gracious madam.
*Unmanned. Cleo. Indeed ! Mar. Not in deed, madam ; for I can do
sits he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony ! Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou
movest? The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonet* of men. He's speaking now, Or murmuring "Where's my serpent of old
Nile?' For so he calls me : now I feed myself With most delicious poison. Think on me, That am with Phæbus' amorous pinches black, And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Cæsar, When thou wast here above the ground, I was 30 A morsel for a monarch : and great Pompey Would stand and make his eyes grow in my
brow; There would he anchor his aspectt and die +Looks. With looking on his life.
Enter ALEXAS. Alex.
Sovereign of Egypt, hail ! Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony! Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath With his tinct* gilded thee. How goes it with my brave Mark Antony ? Alex. Last thing he did, dear
queen, He kiss'd,—the last of many doubled kisses, – This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart.
Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence.
Good friend,' quoth he, 'Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot,
To mend the pretty present, I will piece
What, was he sad or merry ? 50 Alex. Like to the time o' the year between the
extremes Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry.
Cleo. O well-divided disposition ! Note him, Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but
note him : He was not sad, for he would shine on those That make their looks by his; he was not merry, Which seem'd to tell them his remembrance lay In Egypt with his joy; but between both : O heavenly mingle! Be'st thou sad or merry, The violence of either thee becomes, So does it no man else. Met'st thou my posts?
Alex. Ay, madam, twenty several messengers: Why do you send so thick ? Cleo.
Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony, Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian. Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charinian, Ever love Cæsar so? Char.
O that brave Cæsar ! Cleo. Be choked with such another emphasis ! Say, the brave Antony. Char.
The valiant Cæsar ! Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, If thou with Cæsar paragon again
71 My man of men. Char.
By your most gracious pardon, I sing but after you. Cleo.
My salad days, When I was green in judgement: cold in blood, To say as I said then! But, come, away ; Get me ink and paper : He shall have every day a several greeting, Or I'll unpeople Egypt.
SCENE I. Messina. Pompey's house.
Know, worthy Pompey,
We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often
own harms, which the wise
I shall do well :
Cæsar and Lepidus
Pom. Where have you this? 'tis false.
From Silvius, sir.
How now, Varrius ! Var. This is most certain that I shall deliver: Mark Antony is every hour in Rome Expected: since he went from Egypt 'tis 30 A space for further travel. Pom.
I could have given less matter A better ear.
Menas, I did not think This amorous surfeiter would have donn'd his helm*
*Helmet. For such a petty war: his soldiership Is twice the other twain: but let us rear The higher our opinion, that our stirring Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck The ne'er-lust-wearied Antony. Men.
I cannot hope Cæsar and Antony shall well greet together: His wife that's dead did trespasses to Cæsar; His brother warr'd upon him; although, I think, Not moved by Antony. Pom.
I know not, Menas, How lesser enmities may give way to greater, Were't not that we stand up against them all, 'Twere pregnant they should square* between themselves;
*Quarrel. For they have entertained cause enough To draw their swords: but how the fear of us May cement their divisions and bind up The petty difference, we yet not know. Be't as our gods will have't! It only stands 50 Our lives upon to use our strongest hands. Come, Menas.
SCENE II. Rome. The house of Lepidus.
Enter ENOBARBUS and LEPIDUS. Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, And shall become you well, to entreat your cap
tain To soft and gentle speech. Eno.
I shall entreat him To answer like himself: if Cæsar move him,
Let Antony look over Cæsar's head
'Tis not a time
Every time Serves for the matter that is then born in 't. Lep. But small to greater matters must give
way. Eno. Not if the small come first. Lep.
Your speech is passion: But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes The noble Antony.
Enter ANTONY and VENTIDIUS.
And yonder, Cæsar.
I do not know,
'Tis spoken well. Were we before our armies, and to fight, I should do thus.
[Flourish. Cæs. Welcome to Rome. Ant. Cæs.
Sit, sir. Cæs.
Nay, then. Ant. I learn, you take things ill which are
Or being, concern you not.