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That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience,
Let Rome be thus
Agr. Who, queasy* with his insolence #Sick. 20 Already, will their good thoughts call from him. Cæs. The people know it; and have now re
ceived His accusations. Agr.
Who does he accuse? Cæs. Cæsar: and that, having in Sicily Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated* him His part o' the isle: then does he say, he lent me Some shipping unrestored: lastly, he frets *Assigned. That Lepidus of the triumvirate Should be deposed; and, being,t that we detain All his revenue.
tInasmuch as. Agr.
Sir, this should be answer'd. 30 Cæs. 'Tis done already, and the messenger
He'll never yield to that.
Enter OCTAVIA with her train. OET. Hail, Cæsar, and my lord! hail, most dear Cæsar!
39 Cæs. That ever I should call thee castaway! Oft. You have not call'd me so, nor have you
Cæs. Why have you stol'n upon us thus? You
come not Like Cæsar's sister: the wife of Antony Should have an army for an usher, and The neighs of horse to tell of her approach Long ere she did appear; the trees by the way Should have borne men; and expectation fainted,
Longing for what it had not; nay, the dust
Good my lord,
Which soon he granted, 60 Being an obstruct 'tween his lust and him.
O&t. Do not say so, my lord.
I have eyes upon him,
My lord, in Athens. Cæs. No, my most wronged sister; Cleopatra Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his
empire Up to a whore; who now are levying The kings o' the earth for war: he hath assembled Bocchus, the king of Libya; Archelaus, Of Cappadocia; Philadelphos, king
70 Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas; King Malchus of Arabia; King of Pont; Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, king Of Comagene; Polemon and Amyntas, The kings of Mede and Lycaonia, With a more larger list of sceptres. Oit.
Ay me, most wretched, That have my heart parted betwixt two friends That do afflict each other ! Cæs.
Welcome hither: Your letters did withhold our breaking forth; 79 Till we perceived, both how you were wrong led, And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart: Be you not troubled with the time, which drives D'er your content these strong necessities;
But let determined things to destiny
Is it so, sir?
SCENE VII. Near Actium. Antony's camp.
Enter CLEOPATRA and ENOBARBUS. Cleo. I will be even with thee, doubt it not. Eno. But why, why, why? Cleo. Thou hast forspoke* my being in these wars,
*Spoken against. And say'st it is not fit. Eno.
Well, is it, is it? Cleo. If not denounced against us, why should
not we Be there in person?
Eno. [Aside] Well, I could reply: If we should serve with horse and mares together, The horse were merely lost; the mares would bear A soldier and his horse. Cleo.
What is 't you say? Eno. Your presence needs must puzzle Antony; Take from his heart, take from his brain, from's
time, What should not then be spared. He is already Traduced for levity; and 'tis said in Rome That Photinus an eunuch and your maids Manage this war.
Sink Rome, and their tongues rot That speak against us! A charge we bear i' the
Nay, I have done.
Enter ANTONY and CANIDIUS. Ant.
Is it not strange, Canidius, That from Tarentum and Brundusium He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea, And take in* Toryne? You have heard on 't, sweet?
*Conquer. Cleo. Celerity is never more admired Than by the negligent. Ant.
A good rebuke,
By sea! what else?
For that he dares us to 't. 30 Eno. So hath my lord dared him
to single fight. Can. Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia, Where Cæsar fought with Pompey: but these
Your ships are not well mann'd;
By sea, by sea. Eno. Most worthy sir, you therein throw away The absolute soldiership you have by land; Distract your army, which doth most consist Of war-mark'd footmen; leave unexecuted Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego
The way which promises assurance; and
I'll fight at sea.
Ant. Our overplus of shipping will we burn; And, with the rest full-mann'd, from the head of
Enter a Messenger.
Thy business? Mess. The news is true, my lord; he is des
cried; Cæsar has taken Toryne. Ant. Can he be there in person? 'tis impos
sible; Strange that his power should be. Canidius, Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land, And our twelve thousand horse. We'll to our ship: Away, my Thetis!
Enter a Soldier.
How now, worthy soldier! 61
Well, well: away!
grows Not in the power on 't: so our leader's led, 70 And we are women's men. Sold.
You keep by land The legions and the horse whole, do you not?
Can. Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius, Publicola, and Cælius, are for sea: