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Through whom I might command it.--Come thou near.
Mess. Most gracious majesty,
Cleo. Didst thou behold
Mess. Ay, dread queen.
Mess. Madam, in Rome
I look'd her in the face; and saw her led
Between her brother and Mark Antony.
Cleo. Is she as tall as me?
Mess. She is not, madam.
Cleo. Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongu'd, or low?
Mess. Madam, I heard her speak; she is low-voic❜d. Cleo. That's not so good:-he cannot like her long. Char. Like her? O Isis! 'tis impossible.
Cleo. I think so, Charmian: Dull of tongue, and dwarfish!-
What majesty is in her gait? Remember,
Mess. She creeps;
Her motion and her station are as one :
Cleo. Is this certain?
Mess. Or I have no observance.
Cannot make better note.
Cleo. He's very knowing,
I do perceiv't:-There's nothing in her yet:--
The fellow has good judgment.
Cleo. Guess at her years, I pr'ythee.
She was a widow.
Cleo. Widow?-Charmian, hark.
Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is it long, or
Mess. Round even to faultiness.
Cleo. For the most part too,
They are foolish that are so.-Her hair, what colour? Mess. Brown, madam : And her forehead is as low As she would wish it.
Cleo. There is gold for thee.
Thou must not take my former sharpness ill :-
Char. A proper man.
Cleo. Indeed, he is so: I repent me much, That so I harry'd him. Why, methinks, by him, This creature's no such thing.
Char. O, nothing, madam.
Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and should
Char. Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend, And serving you so long!
Cleo. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good
But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me
Char. I warrant you, madam.
SCENE IV.-Athens. A Room in ANTONY's House.
Enter ANTONY and OCTAVIA.
Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,―
That were excusable, that, and thousands more
Of semblable import,-but he hath wag'd
New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it To public ear:
Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not
Oct. O my good lord,
Believe not all; or, if you must believe,
And the good gods will mock me presently,
O, bless my brother! Husband win, win brother,
Ant. Gentle Octavia,
Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks Best to preserve it: If I lose mine honour,
I lose myself: better I were not yours,
Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested, Yourself shall go between us: The mean time, lady,
I'll raise the preparation of a war
Shall stain your brother; Make your soonest haste; So your desires are yours.
Oct. Thanks to my lord.
The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak, Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be As if the world should cleave, and that slain men Should solder up the rift.
Ant. When it appears to you where this begins, Turn your displeasure that way; for our faults Can never be so equal, that your love Can equally move with them. Provide your going; Choose your own company, and command what cost Your heart has mind to.
SCENE V.-The same. Another Room in the same.
Enter ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting.
Eno. How now, friend Eros?
Eros. There's strange news come, sir.
Eno. What, man?
Eros. Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pom
Eno. This is old; What is the success?
Eros. Cæsar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality; would not let him partake in the glory of the action: and not resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal, seizes him: So the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.
Eno. Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more; And throw between them all the food thou hast, They'll grind the one the other. Where's Antony?
Eros. He's walking in the garden-thus; and spurns The rush that lies before him; cries, Fool, Lepidus! And threats the throat of that his officer,
That murder'd Pompey.
Eno. Our great navy's rigged.
Eros. For Italy, and Cæsar. More, Domitius; My lord desires you presently: my news
I might have told hereafter.
Eno. "Twill be naught:
But let it be.-Bring me to Antony.
SCENE VI.-Rome. A Room in CESAR'S House.
Enter CESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECENAS. Cas. Contemning Rome, he has done all this: And
Mec. This in the public eye?
In Alexandria,-here's the manner of it,—