The while, I'll place you: Then the boy shall sing: As his strong sides can volley. [Music plays. ENOBARBUS places them hand in hand. Come, thou monarch of the vine, Cas. What would you more?-Pompey, good night. Good brother, Let me request you off: our graver business You see, we have burnt our cheeks: strong Enobarbe Is weaker than the wine; and mine own tongue Splits what it speaks: the wild disguise hath almost Antick'd us all. What needs more words? Good night.- Pom. I'll try you o' the shore. Ant. And shall, Sir: give's your hand. Pom. O, Antony, You have my father's house,-But what? we are friends: Eno. Take heed you fall not. [Exeunt POMPEY, CÆSAR, ANTONY, and Attendants. Menas, I'll not on shore. Men. No, to my cabin. These drums!-these trumpets, flutes! what! Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell To these great fellows: Sound, and be hang'd, sound out. Eno. Ho, says 'a!-There's my cap. [A flourish of trumpets, with drums. [Exeunt. Men. Ho!-noble captain! Come. ACT III. SCENE I-A Plain in Syria. Enter VENTIDIUS, as after conquest, with SILIUS, and other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers; the dead body of PACORUS borne before him. Ven. Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now Pleased fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death' Make me revenger.-Bear the king's son's body Before our army:-Thy Pacorus, Ŏrodes, Pays this for Marcus Crassus. Sil. Noble Ventidius, * Burden, chorus. † Eyes. Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm, The routed fly: so thy grand captain Antony Ven. O Silius, Silius, I have done enough: A lower place, note well, More in their officer, than person: Sossius, Which he achieved by the minute, lost his favour. I could do more to do Antonius good, But 'twould offend him; and in his offence Sil. Thou hast, Ventidius, That without which a soldier, and his sword, Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony? Ven. I'll humbly signify what in his name, That magical word of war, we have effected;" How, with his banners, and his well-paid ranks, We have jaded out o' the field. Sil. Where is he now ? Ven. He purposeth to Athens: whither with what haste The weight we must convey with us will permit, We shall appear before him.-On, there; pass along. [Exeunt. SCENE II-Rome. An Antichamber in CESAR'S House. Enter AGRIPPA, and ENOBARBUS, meeting. Agr. What, are the brothers parted? Eno. They have despatch'd with Pompey, he is gone; The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps To part from Rome: Cæsar is sad; and Lepidus, Agr. 'Tis a noble Lepidus. Eno. A very fine one: O, how he loves Cæsar! Agr. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony! Agr. What's Antony? The god of Jupiter. * The phoenix. Eno. Would you praise Cæsar, say-Cæsar; go no farther. Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder. Agr. Both he loves. Eno. They are his shards,* and he their beetle. So, This is to horse.-Adieu, noble Agrippa. [Trumpets. Enter CESAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and OCTAVIA. Ant. No farther, Sir. Cas. You take from me a great part of myself; As my thoughts make thee, and as my furthest band+ Have loved without this mean, if on both parts Ant. Make me not offended In your distrust. Cæs. I have said. Ant. You shall not find, Though you be therein curious, § the least cause Cas. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well; Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well, Oct. My noble brother!- Ant. The April 's in her eyes: It is love's spring, And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful. Oct. Sir, look well to my husband's house, andCas. What, Octavia ? Oct. I'll tell you in your ear. Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue: the swan's down feather That stands upon the swell at full of tide, And neither way inclines. Eno. Will Cæsar weep? Agr. He has a cloud ín's face. [Aside to AGRIPPA. Eno. He were the worse for that, were he a horse; So is he, being a man. Agr. Why, Enobarbus ? * Wings. † Bond. + Octavia. § Scrupulous. When Antony found Julius Cæsar dead, Eno. That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum; Cas. No, sweet Octavia, You shall hear from me still; the time shall not Out-go my thinking on you. Ant. Come, Sir, come; I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love: And give you to the gods. Cas. Adieu; be happy! Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light To thy fair way! Cæs. Farewell, farewell! Ant. Farewell! SCENE III.-Alexandria. [Kisses OCTAVIA. [Trumpets sound. Exeunt. A Room in the Palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS. Cleo. Where is the fellow? Alex. Half afeard to come. Cleo. Go to, go to:-Come hither, Sir. Alex. Good majesty, Enter a MESSENGER. Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you, Cleo. That Herod's head I'll have; but how? when Antony is gone Through whom I might command it.-Come thou near. Cleo. Didst thou behold Octavia ? 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-tongued, or low? Mess. Madam, I heard her speak; she is low voiced. 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, If e'er thou look'st on majesty. Mess. She creeps; Her motion and her station † are as one: She shows a body rather than a life; A statue, than a breather. Cleo. Is this certain ? Mess. Or I have no observance. Char. Three in Egypt Cannot make better note. Cleo. He's very knowing, I do perceive 't:-There's nothing in her yet:- Char. Excellent. Cleo. Guess at her years, I pr'ythee. Mess. Madam, She was a widow. Cleo. Widow ?-Charmian, hark. Mess. And I do think she's thirty. Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is it long or round ? Cleo. For the most part too, They are foolish that are so.-Her hair, what colour? Cleo. There is gold for thee. Thou must not take my former sharpness ill: I will employ thee back again; I find thee Char. A proper man. Cleo. Indeed, he is so: I repent me much, That so I harry'd him. [Exit MESSENGER. Why, methinks, by him, This creature's no such thing. Char. O, nothing, madam. Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and should know. And serving you so long! Cleo. I have one think more to ask him yet, good Charmian :— But 'tis no matter, thou shalt bring him to me Where I will write: All may be well enough. Char. I warrant you, madam. [Exeunt. 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 waged New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not + He vented them; most narrow measure lent me : * Similar. + Could not help. Indistinct, through his teeth. |