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The water which they beat to follow faster,
O, rare for Antony! 210
Rare Egyptian! Eno. Upon her landing, Antony sent to her, Invited her to supper: she replied, It should be better he became her guest; Which she entreated: our courteous Antony, Whom ne'er the word of 'No'woman heard speak, Being barber'd ten tim o'er, goes to the feast, And for his ordinary pays his heart
230 For what his eyes eat only. Agr.
I saw her once
Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
240 Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed; but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies: for vilest things Become themselves in her; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.*
Mec. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery* to him. Agr.
Let us go. Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest 249 Whilst
abide here. Eno. Humbly, sir, I thank you. [Exeunt.
Attendants. Ant. The world and my great office will some
All which time
Good night, sir, My Octavia,
Enter Soothsayer. Ant. Now, sirrah; you do wish yourself in
Egypt? Sooth. Would I had never come from thence,
nor you Thither!
Ant. If you can, your reason ?
I see it in
Say to me,
Sooth. Cæsar's. Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side: Thy demon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable, Where Cæsar's is not; but, near him, thy angel Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd: therefore Make space enough between you. Ant.
Speak this no more. Sooth. To none but thee; no more, but when to
30 Say to Ventidius I would speak with him:
[Exit Soothsayer. He shall to Parthia. Be it art or hap, He hath spoken true: the very dice obey him; And in our sports my better cunning faints Under his chance: if we draw lots, he speeds; His cocks do win the battle still of mine, When it is all to nought; and his quails ever Beat mine, inhoop'd,* at odds. I will to Egypt: And though I make this marriage for my peace, l' the east my pleasure lies.
O, come, Ventidius, 40 You must to Parthia: your commission's ready; Follow me, and receive 't.
SCENE IV. The same. A street. Enter LEPIDUS, MECÆNAS, and AGRIPPA. Lep. Trouble yourselves no further: pray you,
Sir, Mark Antony
Lep. Till I shall see you in your soldier's
Your way is shorter;
Sir, good success! Lep. Farewell.
[Exeunt. 10 SCENE V. Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and
ALEXAS. Cleo. Give me some music; music, moody food Of us that trade in love. Attend
The music, ho! Enter MARDIAN the Eunuch. Cleo. Let it alone; let's to billiards: come,
Charmian. Char. My arm is sore; best play with Mardian.
Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd As with a woman. Come, you'll play with me,
sir ? Mar. As well as I can, madam. Cleo. And when good will is show'd, though 't
come too short, The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now: Give me mine angle; we'll to the river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony, And say 'Ah, ha! you ’re caught.' Char.
'Twas merry when You wager'd on your angling; when your diver Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.
That time,-0 times! I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night I laugh'd him into patience: and next morn, Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed; Then put my tires* and mantles on him, whilst
*Head-dress. I wore his sword Philippan. Enter a Messenger.
0, from Italy!
30 Mess. First, madam, he is well. Cleo.
Why, there's more gold.
Mess. Good madam, hear me.
Well, go to, I will;
40 Not like a formalt man.
Man in his senses. Mess.
Will’t please you hear me? Cleo. I have a mind to strike thee ere thou
Madam, he 's well.
Thou 'rt an honest man.