countenance, and made the night light with drinking. Mec. Eight wild-boars roasted whole at a breakfast, and but twelve persons there; is this true? Eno. This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had much more monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deserved noting. Mec. She's a most triumphant lady, if report be square to her. 190 Eno. When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed up his heart, upon the river of Cydnus. Agr. There she appeared indeed; or my reporter devised well for her. Eno. I will tell you. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made 200 The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description: she did lie And what they undid did. That yarely frame the office. From the barge And made a gap in nature. She made great Cæsar lay his sword to bed: Hop forty paces through the public street; And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted, That she did make defect perfection, Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale 240 Mec. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle Eno. Humbly, sir, I thank you. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. Cæsar's house. Enter ANTONY, CÆSAR, OCTAVIA between them, and Attendants. Ant. The world and my great office will Sooth. Would I had never come from If thou dost play with him at any game, Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck, He beats thee 'gainst the odds: thy lustre thickens, When he shines by: I say again, thy spirit 30 Ant. Get thee gone: 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, I' the east my pleasure lies. 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 Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up, Cleo. That time,-O 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, whist I wore his sword Philippan. 51 Cleo. Make thee a fortune from me. Mess. But yet, madam,— Cleo. I do not like 'But yet, it does allay The good precedence; fie upon 'But yet'! 'But yet' is as a gaoler to bring forth Some monstrous malefactor. Prithee, friend, Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, The good and bad together: he's friends with Cæsar; In state of health thou say'st; and thou say'st free. Mess. Free, madam! no; I made no such report: He's bound unto Octavia. Cleo. For what good turn? Mess. For the best turn i' the bed. Cleo. I am pale, Charmian. Mess. Madam, he's married to Octavia. Cleo. The most infectious pestilence upon thee! [Strikes him down. Mess. Good madam, patience. Cleo. What say you? Hence, [Strikes him again. Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head: [She hales him up and down. Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in lingering pickle. And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage; He's married, madam. Cleo. Is he married? I cannot hate thee worser than I do, If thou again say 'Yes.' 90 Mess. Mess. Should I lie, madam? Cleo. Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me To punish me for what you make me do 100 That art not what thou 'rt sure of! Get thee hence: The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome Are all too dear for me: lie they upon thy hand, And be undone by 'em! [Exit Messenger. Char. Good your highness, patience. Cleo. In praising Antony, I have dispraised Cæsar. Char. Many times, madam. Bring me word how tall But do not speak to me. Lead me to my To try a larger fortune. Pom. You have made me offer SCENE VI. Near Misenum. mine; And we shall talk before we fight. Most meet have we Our written purposes before us sent; That moved pale Cassius to conspire; and Made the all-honour'd, honest Roman, Brutus, To drench the Capitol; but that they would Cæs. Ant. Lep. That's our offer. Know, then, 40 Ant. Pom. Let me have your hand: thanks to you, That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither; For I have gain'd by 't. Cæs. I crave our composition may be written, That's the next to do. 60 Pom. We'll feast each other ere we part; and let's Draw lots who shall begin. Ant. That will I, Pompey. Pom. No, Antony, take the lot: but, first Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery |