That head, my lord?

Ant. To him again. Tell him, he wears the rose
Of youth upon him, from which the world should note
Something particular: his coin, ships, legions,
May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail
Under the service of a child, as soon

As i' the command of Cæsar: I dare him, therefore,
To lay his gay comparisons apart,
And answer me declin'd; sword against sword,
Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow me.

[Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS.
Eno. Yes, like enough, high-battled Cæsar will
Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd t' the show
Against a sworder.-I see, men's judgments are
Ad parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward qualities after them,
To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
Knowing all miseries, the full Cæsar will
Answer his emptiness!-Cæsar, thou hast subdu'd
His judgment too.

Att.

2

Enter an Attendant.

A messenger from Cæsar.

Cleo. What, no more ceremony ?-See, my women!

Against the blown rose may they stop their nose,
That kneel'd unto the bud.-Admit him, sir.

Eno. Mine honesty and I begin to square. [Aside.
The loyalty well held to fools does make
Our faith mere folly: yet he, that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fallen lord,
Does conquer him that did his master conquer,
And earns a place i' the story.
Enter THYREUS.

Cleo.

What's your name?

Thyr. My name is Thyreus.

Cleo.

Most kind messenger,

Say to great Cæsar, that in 'deputation

I kiss his conqu'ring hand: tell him, I am prompt To lay my crown at's feet, and there to kneel: Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear The doom of Egypt.

Thyr.
'Tis your noblest course.
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,

No chance may shake it.
My duty on your hand.

Give me grace to lay

Cleo. Your Cæsar's father oft, When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in, Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place, As it rain'd kisses.

Ant.

Re-enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUS.

[THYR. kisses her Hand.

Favors, by Jove that thunders!

One, that but performs

What art thou, fellow?

Thyr.

The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest To have command obey'd.

Eno.

You will be whipp'd. Ant. Approach, there.—Ah, you kite!—Now gods

and devils!

Authority melts from me: of late, when I cry'd, "ho!" Like boys unto a 'muss, kings would start forth, And cry, "Your will?" Have you no ears! Im

Moon and stars! Whip him.-Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries So saucy with the hand of-she here, what's her name, That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I find them Since she was Cleopatra ?-Whip him, fellows, Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face, And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence. Thyr. Mark Antony,➡

Ant. Tug him away: being whipp'd, Bring him again.-The Jack of Cæsar shall Bear us an errand to him.—

[Exeunt Attend., with THYRITSYou were half blasted ere I knew you: ha! Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawful race, And by a gem of women, to be abus'd

"In deputation," i. e., by deputy.— All-obeying for all"Of taking kingdoms in," i. e., of conquering kingdo obeyed-Give me grace," i. e., grant me the favor."The fullest," i. e., the most complete and perfect "A muss," i. e., a scramble."This Jack," a term of contempt.- "Since she was," i. e., since she ceased to be

Is he whipp'd?

1 Att. Soundly, my lord.

Ant.

Cry'd he? and begg'd he pardon?

1 Att. He did ask favor.
Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent
Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry
To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since [forth,
Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: hence-
The white hand of a lady fever thee;
Shake but to look on't. Get thee back to Cæsar,
Tell him thy entertainment: look, thou say,
He makes me angry with him; for he seems
Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,
And at this time most easy 'tis to do't,

When my good stars, that were my former guides,
Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike
My speech, and what is done, tell him, he has
Hipparchus, my enfranchis'd bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like, to quit me. Urge it thou:
Hence, with thy stripes! begone! [Exit THYREUS.
Cleo. Have you done yet?

Ant.

Alack! our terrene moon Is now eclips'd, and it portends alone

The fall of Antony.

Cleo.

I must stay his time.

Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points?

Cleo.

Not know me yet? Ant. Cold-hearted toward me? Cleo.

I'll force

Ant. Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night [queen; There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight, The wine peep through their scars.-Come on, my I'll make death love me, for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe.

[Exeunt ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and Attendants. Eno. Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious,

Is to be frighted out of fear; and in that mood,
The dove will peck the "estridge: and I see still,
A diminution in our captain's brain
Restores his heart. When valor preys on reason,
It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
Some way to leave him.

ACT IV.

[Exit.

SCENE I-CESAR'S Camp at Alexandria.
Enter CESAR, reading a Letter; AGRIPPA,
MECENAS, and others.

Cas. He calls me boy, and chides, as he had power To beat me out of Egypt; my messenger [combat, He hath whipp'd with rods, dares me to personal Cæsar to Antony: let the old ruffian know,

I have many other ways to die; mean time,
Laugh at his challenge.

Mec.

From my cold heart let heaven engender hail, And poison it in the source, and the first stone Drop in my neck: as it determines, so Dissolve my life! The next Cæsarion smite, Till by degrees the memory of my womb, Together with my brave Egyptians all,

Cæs. Let our best heads Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles We mean to fight. Within our files there are, Of those that serv'd Mark Antony but late, Enough to fetch him in. See it done; And feast the army: we have store to do't, And they have earn'd the waste.-Poor Antony! [Exeunt.

"The estridge," i, e., the estridge falcon.- " Make boot," i. e., take advantage.

Ant. No, my chuck.-Eros, come; mine armot, Eros!

Enter EROS, with Armor.

Come, good fellow, put 6 mine iron on:-
If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
Because we brave her.-Come.

Cleo.

What's this for?

Ant.

Nay, I'll help too.

Ah, let be, let be! thou art

"Thus it must be. Well, wel;

The armorer of my heart:-false, false; this, this Cleo. Sooth, la! I'll help.

Ant.

We shall thrive now.-Seest thou, my good fellow Go, put on thy defences.

Eros.

Briefly, sir.

He that unbuckles this, till we do please
To doff't for our repose, shall bear a storm.-
Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire
More tight at this, than thou. Despatch.-O, love!
That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st
The royal occupation! thou should'st see
Enter an armed Soldier.

9

A workman in't.-Good morrow to thee; welcome ¦
Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge.
To business that we love we rise betime,
And go to't with delight.

10 Sold.
A thousand, sir,
Early though't be, have on their riveted trim,
And at the port expect you.

Shout. Trumpets flourish.

"It signs," i. e., it bodes. Briefly, sir." i, e., 'Quickly, sir.'-f "More tight," i. e., more handy, adroit

Enter Captains, and Soldiers.

2 Capt. The morn is fair.-Good morrow, general. All. Good morrow, general. Ant. "Tis well blown, lads. This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes.So so; come, give me that: this way; well said. Fare thee well, dame: whate'er becomes of me, This is a soldier's kiss. Rebukable, [Kisses her. And worthy shameful check it were, to stand On more mechanic compliment: I'll leave thee Now, like a man of steel.-You, that will fight, Follow me close; I'll bring you to't.—Adieu.

[Exeunt ANTONY, EROS, Officers, and Soldiers. Char. Please you, retire to your chamber. Cleo.

Lead me. He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæsar might Determine this great war in single fight! Then, Antony, but now,-well, on.

[Exeunt.

Great Herod to incline himself to Cæsar,
And leave his master Antony: for this pains
Cæsar hath hang'd him. Canidius, and the rest
That fell away, have entertainment, but
No honorable trust. I have done ill,
Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,
That I will joy no more.

Enter a Soldier of CESAR's.
Sold.
Enobarbus, Antony
Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
His bounty overplus: the messenger
Came on my guard, and at thy tent is now
Unloading of his mules.
I give it you.

Eno.

Sold. Mock not, Enobarbus.

I tell you true: best you safed the bringer
Out of the host; I must attend mine office,
Or would have done't myself. Your emperor
Continues still a Jove.
[Exit Soldier.

Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth,
And feel I am so most.-0 Antony!
Thou mine of bounty, how would'st thou have paid
My better service, when my turpitude

Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart:

If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean
Shall outstrike thought; but thought will do't, I feel.
I fight against thee?-No: I will go seek
Some ditch, wherein to die; the foul'st best fits
My latter part of life.

[Exit. SCENE VII.-Field of Battle between the Camps, Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter AGrippa, and others.

[Exit AGRIPPA.

SCENE VIII.-Under the Walls of Alexandria. Alarum. Enter ANTONY, marching; SCARUS, and

Forces.

Cas. The time of universal peace is near: Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world Shall bear the olive freely.

Ant. We have beat him to his camp, Run one before,

And let the queen know of our 5 gests.-To-morrow, Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood That hath to-day escap'd. I thank you all,

Safed," i. e., made safe.-"Blows." i. e., swells."Our oppression." i. e., the force by which we are op pressed, or overpowered.-" Scotches," i. e., cuts.— “Our gests," i. e., our deeds, achievements.