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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
That make their looks by his: was not merry,
"Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay
In Egypt with his joy; but between both:

0 heavenly mingle ! —- Be'st thou sads or merry,
The violence of either thee becomes,

So does it no man else. ■—- Met'st thou my posts?

Alex. Ay, madam, twenty several messengers. Why do you send so thick?

Cleo. Who's born that day

When I forget to send to Antony,
Shall die a beggar. — Ink and paper, Charmian. —
Welcome, my good Alexas. — Did I, Charmian,
Ever love Caesar so r

Char. O, that brave Caesar!

Cleo. Be chok'd with such another emphasis! Say, the brave Antony.

Char. The valiant Caesar!

Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth9
If thou with Caesar paragon again
My man of men.

Char. By your most gracious pardon9

1 sing but after you.

Cleo. — My salad days.

When I was green in judgment, — cold in blood,
To say as I said then ! — But come, away;
Get me ink and paper:
He shall have every day a several greeting,
Or I'll unpeople Egypt. [Exeunt.

ACT II.

Scene I. —■ Messina. A Room in Pompey's House. Enter Pompey, Meistecbates, and Menas.

Pompey.

IF the great gods be just, they shall assist
The deeds of justest men.

Menecrates. Know, worthy Pompey,

That what they do delay, they not deny.

Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays The thing we sue for.

Mene, We, ignorant of ourselves,

Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers
Deny us for our good; so find we profit
By losing of our prayers.

Pom. I shall do well:

The people love me, and the sea is mine;
My powers are crescent, and my auguring hope
Says it will come t' th' full. Mark Antony
In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make
No wars without doors: Caesar gets money where
He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both,
Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves,
Nor either cares for him.

Menas. Caesar and Lepidus

Are in the field: a mighty strength they carry.

Pom. Where have you this? 'tis false.

Men. From Silvius, sir.

Pom. He dreams: I know they are in Rome together,

Looking for Antony. But all the charms of love,

Salt Cleopatra, soften thy wan'd lip!

Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both:

Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts,

Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks,

Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite,

That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour,

Even till a Lethe'd dulness. —

Enter Varrius.

How now, Varrius!

Varrius. This is most certain, that I shall deliver. Mark Antony is every hour in Rome Expected; since he went from Egypt, 'tis A space for farther travel.

Pom. I could have given less matter

A better ear. — Menas, I did not think
This amorous surfeiter would have donn'd his helm
For such a petty war: his soldiership
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

Csesar and Antony shall well greet together:
His wife that's dead did trespasses to Csesar;
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 them-
selves;
For they have entertained cause enough

To draw their swords: but how the fear of us

May cement their divisions, and bind up

The petty difference, we yet not know.

Be it as our gods will have 't! It only stands

Our lives upon, to use our strongest hands.

Come, Menas. [Exeunt.

Scene II.

Rome. A Room in the House of Lepidus.

Enter Enobakbus and Lepidus.

Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, And shall become you well, to entreat your captain To soft and gentle speech.

Eno. I shall entreat him

To answer like himself: if Caesar move him,
Let Antony look over Csesar's head,
And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter,
Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard,
I would not shave 't to-day.

Lep. 'Tis not a time

For private stomaching.

Eno. Every time

Serves for the matter that is then born in 't.

Lep. But small to greater matters must give way.

Eno. Not if the small come first.

Lep. Your speech is passion:

But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes
The noble Antony.

Enter Antony and Ventidius.
Eno. And yonder, Caesar.

Enter (lesar, Mec^enas, and Aghippa.

Ant. If we compose well here, to Parthia: Hark you, Ventidius.

C<zs. I do not know,

Mecsenas; ask Agrippa.

Lep. Noble friends,

That which combin'd us was most great, and let not
A leaner action rend us. What's amiss,
May it be gently heard: when we debate
Our trivial difference loud, we do commit
Murther in healing wounds. Then, noble partners,
(The rather, for I earnestly beseech)
Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms,
Nor curstness grow to th' matter.

Ant. 'Tis spoken well.

Were we before our armies, and to fight,
I should do thus.

Ccbs. Welcome to Rome.

Ant. Thank you.

Ccbs. Sit.

Ant. Sit, sir.

Cces. Nay, then —

Ant. I learn you take things ill, which are not so; Or, being, concern you not.

Ccbs. I must be laugh'd at,

If, or for nothing, or a little, I
Should say myself offended; and with you
Chiefly i' th' world: more laugh'd at, that I should
Once name you derogately, when to sound your name
It not concern'd me.

Ant. My being in Egypt, Caesar,

What was't to you?

Ccbs. No more than my residing here at Rome Might be to you in Egypt: yet, if you there

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