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Which leaves itself: to the sea side straightway:
Enter Eros and Cleopatra, led by Charmiaist, and Iras.
Eros. Nay, gentle madam, to him; comfort him.
Iras. Do, most dear Queen.
Char. Do! Why, what else?
Cleo. Let me sit down. 0 Juno.
Ant. No, no, no, no, no.
Eros. See you here, sir?
Ant. O fie, fie, ^e!
Char. Madam, —
Iras. Madam: 0 good Empress ! —
Eros. Sir, sir, —
Ant. Yes, my lord, yes. — He, at Philippi, kept His sword e'en like a dancer, while I struck The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas I That the mad Brutus ended: he alone Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had In the brave squares of war; yet now —- No matter.
Cleo. Ah! stand by.
Eros. The Queen, my lord, the Queen.
Iras. Go to him, madam, speak to him: He is unqualitied with very shame.
Cleo. Well then, — sustain me : — 0!
Eros. Most noble sir, arise ; the Queen approaches: Her head's declin'd, and death will seize her, but Your comfort makes the rescue.
Ant. I have offended reputation; A most unnoble swerving.
Eros. Sir, the Queen.
Ant. O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See, How I convey my shame out of thine eyes, By looking back what I have left behind 'Stroy'd in dishonour.
Cleo. 0, my lord, my lord!
Forgive my fearful sails: I little thought
Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well,
My heart was to thy rudder tied by th' strings,
Cleo. O, my pardon!
Ant. Now I must
To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
Cleo. Pardon, pardon!
Ant. Fall not a tear, I say: one of them rates All that is won and lost. Give me a kiss; Even this repays me. — We sent our schoolmaster; Is he come back ? — Love, I am full of lead. — Some wine, within there, and our viands ! — Fortune
knows, We scorn her most when most she offers blows.
[Exeunt. SCEOTE X.
Cjesar's Camp in Egypt.
Enter C^esae,, Doeabella, Thyreus, and Others.
Cces. Let him appear that's come from Antony. —■ Know you him?
Dolabella. Caesar, 'tis his schoolmaster:
An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither
Cces. Approach, and speak.
Euphronius. Such as I am, I come from Antony: I was of late as petty to his ends, As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf To the grand sea.
Ccbs. Be it so. Declare thine office.
Eup. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and Requires to live in Egypt; which not granted, He lessens his requests, and to thee sues To let him breathe between the heavens and earth, A private man in Athens: this for him. Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness, Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs, Now hazarded to thy grace.
Cces. For Antony,
I have no ears to his request. The Queen
Or take his life there: this if she perform,
Eup. Fortune pursue thee!
Ccbs. Bring him through the bands.
To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time; dispatch.
Thyreus. Caesar, I go.
Cces. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw, And what thou think'st his very action speaks In every power that moves.
Thyr. Caesar, I shall. [Exeunt.
Enter Cleopatba, Enobabbtts, Chabmain, and Ibas.
Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus?
Eno. Think, and die.
Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this?
Eno. Antony only, that would make his will Lord of his reason. What though you fled From that great face of war, whose several ranges Frighted each other, why should he follow? The itch of his affection should not then Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point, When half to half the world oppos'd, he being
The mered question. 'Twas a shame no less
Cleo. Pr'ythee, peace.
Enter Antony, with Etjphkonitis.
Ant. Is that his answer?
Eup. Ay, my lord.
Ant. The Queen shall then have courtesy, so she Will yield us up.
Eup. He says so.
Ant. Let her know it. —
To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head,
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 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' th' command of Caesar: I dare him, therefore, To lay his gay caparisons apart. And answer me declin'd, sword against sword, Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow me.
[Exeunt Antony and Eixphronius.
Eno. Yes, like enough, high-battled Ccesar will Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd t' th' shew Against a sworder. — I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Knowing all measures, the full Csesar will