And he will fill thy wishes to the brim With principalities. Cleo. That head, my lord? Ant. To him again; Tell him, he wears the rose Of youth upon him; from which the world should note May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail As i' the command of Cæsar: I dare him therefore And answer me declined, sword against sword, [Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS. Eno. Yes, like enough, high-battled Cæsar will To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Enter an ATTENDANT. Att. 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 buds.-Admit him, Sir. Eno. Mine honesty, and I, begin to square. § The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Does conquer him that did his master conquer, Cleo. Cæsar's will? Thyr. Hear it apart. Enter THYREUS. Cleo. None but friends; say boldly. Thyr. So, haply, they are friends to Antony. Thus then, thou most renown'd; Cæsar entreats, Cleo. Go on, right royal. Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him. *Circumstances of greater splendour. + Make an exhibition of himself. [Aside. Cleo. O! Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he Does pity, as constrained blemishes, Not as deserved. Cleo. He is a god, and knows What is most right: Mine honour was not yielded, Eno. To be sure of that, I will ask Antony.-Sir, Sir, thou'rt so leaky, Thyr. Shall I say to Cæsar, [Aside. [Exit ENOBARBUS. What you require of him? for he partly begs : To lean upon but it would warm his spirits, And put yourself under his shroud, The universal landlord. Cleo. What's your name? Say to great Cæsar this, In deputation I kiss his conqu'ring hand: tell him, I am prompt Thyr. 'Tis your noblest course. Wisdom and fortune combating together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance may shake it. Give me gracet to lay Cleo. Your Cæsar's father Oft, when he hath mused of taking kingdoms in,+ As it rain'd kisses. Re-enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUS. Ant. Favours, by Jove that thunders! What art thou, fellow ? Thyr. One, that but performs The bidding of the fullest § man, and worthiest To have command obey'd. Eno. You will be whipp'd. Ant. Approach, there:-Ay, you kite!-Now gods and devils! Authority melts from me: Of late, when I cried, ho! Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth, And cry, Your will? Have ye no ears? I am Enter ATTENDANTS. Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him. * Obeyed. Best. + Grant me the favour. Scramble. Conquering them. Eno. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp, Than with an old one dying. Ant. Moon and stars! Whip him:-Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries So saucy with the hand of she here, (What's her name, Ant. Tug him away: being whipp'd, Bring him again :-This Jack of Caesar's shall [Exeunt ATTENDANTS, with THYREUS, You were half blasted ere I knew you:-Ha! And by a gem of women, to be abused Ant. You have been a boggler ever : But when we in our viciousness grow hard (O misery on't!) the wise gods seelt our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Cleo. O, is it come to this? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead Cæsar's trencher: nay, you were a fragment Though you can guess what temperance should be, Cleo. Wherefore is this? Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, The horned herd! for I have savage cause; A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank For being yare§ about him.-Is he whipp'd? Re-enter ATTENDANTS, with THYREUS. 1 Att. Soundly, my lord. Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd he pardon? 1 Att. He did ask favour. 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 * Servants. † Close up. + Wantonly. § Handy. Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: henceforth, Shake thou to look on't.-Get thee back to Cæsar, When my good stars, that were my former guides, My speech, and what is done; tell him, he has Cleo. Have you done yet? Ant. Alack, our terrenet moon Is now eclipsed; and it portends alone Cleo. I must stay his time. Ant. To fiatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points? Cleo. Not know me yet? Ant. Cold-hearted toward me? Cleo. Ah, dear, if I be so, From my cold heart let heaven engender hail, Ant. I am satisfied. Cæsar sits down in Alexandria; where I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy too [Exit-THYREUS. Have knit again, and fleet,** threat'ning most sealike. Where hast thou been, my heart?-Dost thou hear, lady? If from the field I shall return once more To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood; I and my sword will earn our chronicle; There is hope in it yet. Cleo. That's my brave lord! Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd, And fight maliciously: for when mine hours Were nicett and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now, I'll set my teeth, And send to darkness all that stop me.-Come, Cleo. It is my birth-day: I had thought, to have held it poor; but, since my lord Ant. We'll yet do well. Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord. Ant. Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll force The wine peep through their scars.-Come on, my queen; There's sap in 't yet. The next time I do fight, I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe. [Exeunt ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and Attendants. Eno. Now he'll out-stare the lightning. To be furious, Is, to be frighted out of fear: and in that mood, A diminution in our captain's brain Restores his heart: When valour preys on reason, ACT IV. SCENE I-CESAR'S Camp at Alexandria. [Exit. Enter CESAR, reading a Letter; AGRIPPA, MECENAS and others. Cæs. He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat, I have many other ways to die; mean time, Laugh at his challenge. Mec. Cæsar must think When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted Cæs. Let our best heads Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles [Exeunt. Take advantage. |