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Since my becomings kill me, when they do not | Comes dear'd, by being lack'd.
Ant. Let us go. Come;
Our separation so abides, and flies,
Like a vagabond flag upon the stream,
Mess. Cesar, I bring thee word,
With keels of every kind: Many hot inroads
No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon
Ces. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth Leave thy lascivious wassals. When thou once know,
It is not Cesar's natural vice to hate
A man, who is the abstract of all faults
Lep. I must not think, there are
Than what he chooses.
Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st
The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
Lep. It is pity of him.
Ces. Let his shames quickly
Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
(As his composure must be rare indeed,
No way excuse his soils, when we do bear
Pawn their experience to their present plea-
Lep. To-morrow, Cesar,
I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
Ces. Till which encounter,
Lep. Farewell, my lord: What you shall
of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, Sir,
Ces. Doubt not, Sir;
Cleo. O Charmian,
Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or 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 mov'st?
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
When thou wast here above the ground, I was
There would he anchor his aspect, and die
Alex. Sovereign of Egypt, hail!
Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony?
Yet, coming from him, that great medicine
Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence.
Cleo. What, was he sad, or merry? 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
In Egypt with his joy: but between both;
Cleo. Who's born that day
When I forget to send to Antony,
The people love me, and the sea is mine;
He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both,
Men. Cesar and Lepidus
Are in the field; a mighty strength they carry.
Pom. He dreams; I know, they are in Rome
Var. This is most certain that I shall deliMark Antony is every hour in Rome [ver: Expected; since he went from Egypt, 'tis 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 don'd; his For such a petty war: his soldiership [helms 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,
Cesar and Antony shall well greet together: His wife, that's dead, did trespasses to Cesar; His brother warr'd upon him; although, I think, Not mov'd 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;
For they have entertained cause enough
Serves for the matter that is then born in it.
Should say myself offended; and with you Chiefly i'the world: more laugh'd at, that I should
Once name you derogately, when to sound It not concern'd me.
Ant. My being in Egypt, Cesar, What was't to you?
Ces. No more than my residing here at Rome Might be to you in Egypt: Yet, if you there Did practise on my state, your being in Egypt Might be my question.†
Ant. How intend you, practis'd?
Ces. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent, [brother, By what did here befal me. Your wife, and Made wars upon me; and their contestation Was theme for you, you were the word of war. Ant. You do mistake your business; my brother never
Did urge me in his act: I did enquire it;
Discredit my authority with yours;
And make the wars alike against my stomach, Having alike your cause? Of this, my letters Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel,
As matter whole you have not to make it with, It must not be with this.
Ces. You praise yourself
By laying defects of judgement to me; but
Ant. Not so, not so;
Lep. But small to greater matters must give I know you could not lack, I am certain on't,
Lep. Noble friends,
Very necessity of this thought, that I,
Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought,
Could not with grateful eyes attend those wars Which 'fronted mine own peace. As for my wife,
I would you had her spirit in such another: The third o'the world is yours; which with a snaffle||
may pace easy, but not such a wife. Eno. 'Would we had all such wives, that the men might go to wars with the women!
Ant. So much incurable, her garboils,¶ Ce
Made out of her impatience, (which not wanted
That which combin'd us was most great, and Shrewdness of policy too,) I grieving grant,
A leaner action rend us. What's amiss,
Were we before our armies, and to fight,
Ces. Welcome to Rome.
Ant. Thank you.
Ant. Sit, Sir!
Ant. I learn, you take things ill, which are
Or, being, concern you not.
Ces. I must be laugh'd at,
If, or for nothing, or a little, I
* Quarrel, † Agree. Let not ill-humour be added.
Did you too much disquiet: for that, you must But say, I could not help it.
Ces. I wrote to you,
When rioting in Alexandria; you
He fell upon me, ere admitted; then
Ces. You have broken
Work without it: Truth is, that Fulvia,
Lep. "Tis nobly spoken.
Mec. If it might please you, to enforce no
The griefs between ye: to forget them quite,
Lep. Worthily spoke, Mecænas.
Eno. Or, if you borrow one another's love for the instant, you may, when you hear no more words of Pompey, return it again: you shall have time to wrangle in, when you have nothing else to do.
Ant. Thou art a soldier only; speak no more. Eno. That truth should be silent, I had most forgot.
Ces. Great, and increasing: but by sea
al-'Would, we had spoke together! Haste we for Yet, ere we put ourselves in arms, despatch we The business we have talk'd of.
Ant. You wrong this presence, therefore speak no more.
Eno. Go to then; your considerate stone. Ces. I do not much dislike the matter, but The manner of his speech: for it cannot be, We shall remain in friendship, our conditionst So differing in their acts. Yet, if I knew What hoop should hold us staunch, from edge to edge
O'the world I would pursue it.
Agr. Give me leave, Cesar,
Ces. Speak, Agrippa.
Ces. With most gladness;
And do invite you to my sister's view,
Ant. Let us, Lepidus,
Lep. Noble Antony,
[Flourish. Exeunt CESAR, ANTONY, and
Mec. Welcome from Egypt, Sir.
Eno. Half the heart of Cesar, worthy Meca
Agr. Thou hast a sister by the mother's side, nas!-my honourable friend, Agrippa!
Admir'd Octavia: great Mark Antony
Is now a widower.
Ces. Say not so, Agrippa;
If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof
Ant. I am not married, Cesar: let me hear
Agr. To hold you in perpetual amity,
All little jealousies, which now seem great,
Would, each to other, and all loves to both,
Ant. Will Cesar speak?
Agr. Good Enobarbus!
Mec. We have cause to be glad, that matters are so well digested. You staid well by it in Egypt.
Eno. Ay, Sir; we did sleep day out of 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,
Eno. When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed up his heart upon the river of Cydnus. Agr. There she appear'd indeed; or my reporter devised well for her.
Eno. I will tell you:
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that
Ces. Not till he hears how Antony is touch'd Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and
With what is spoke already.
Ant. What power is in Agrippa,
If I would say, Agrippa, be it so,
To make this good?
The water, which they beat, to follow faster,
*Suits with her merits.
It beggar'd all description: she did lie
[cool, To glow the delicate cheeks which they did And they undid, did.*
Agr. O, rare for Antony!
Eno. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides,
-That yarely frame the office. From the barge
Agr. Rare Egyptian!
Eno. Upon her landing, Antony sent to her,
Being barber'd ten times o'er, goes to the feast;
Agr. Royal wench!
She made great Cesar lay his sword to bed;
Eno. I saw her once
Where most she satisfies. For vilest things
Mec. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle
Agr. Let us go.
Good Enobarbus make yourself my guest,
Eno. Humbly, Sir, I thank you. [Exeunt.
Enter CESAR, ANTONY, OCTAVIA between them;
Ant. Get thee gone:
Say to Ventidius, I would speak with him:
He shall to Parthia.-Be it art, or hap,
And though I make this marriage for my peace,
I'the east my pleasure lies :-O, come, Ven-
You must to Parthia; your commission's ready:
SCENE IV.-The same.-A Street.
Agr. Sir, Mark Antony
Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow. Lep. Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress.
Ant. The world, and my great office, will Which will become you both, farewell.
Mec. We shall,