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Cleo. O well-divided disposition ! — Note him, Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note
0 heavenly mingle ! —- Be'st thou sads or merry,
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,
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
Char. By your most gracious pardon9
1 sing but after you.
Cleo. — My salad days.
When I was green in judgment, — cold in blood,
Scene I. —■ Messina. A Room in Pompey's House. Enter Pompey, Meistecbates, and Menas.
IF the great gods be just, they shall assist
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
Pom. I shall do well:
The people love me, and the sea is mine;
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. —
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
Men. I cannot hope
Csesar and Antony shall well greet together:
Pom. I know not, Menas,
How lesser enmities may give way to greater.
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.
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,
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
Enter Antony and Ventidius.
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
Ant. 'Tis spoken well.
Were we before our armies, and to fight,
Ccbs. Welcome to Rome.
Ant. Thank you.
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
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