Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, Eno. [Aside.] Mine honesty and I begin to square. The loyalty well held to fools does make Our faith mere folly: yet he, that can endure Does conquer him that did his master conquer, Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony. Eno. He needs as many, sir, as Cæsar has, Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master Will leap to be his friend: for us, you know, Whose he is, we are, and that's Cæsar's. Thyr. So. Thus then, thou most renown'd: Cæsar entreats, Go on right royal. Cleo. Thyr. He knows that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him. Cleo. O! Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he Does pity, as constrained blemishes, Not as deserv'd. Cleo. He is a god, and knows What is most right. Mine honour was not yielded, But conquer'd merely. Eno. [Aside.] To be sure of that, I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou'rt so leaky, Thyr. [Exit ENOBARBUS. Shall I say to Cæsar What you require of him? for he partly begs To be desir'd to give. It much would please him, And put yourself under his shroud, The universal landlord. Cleo. What's your name ? Most kind messenger, Thyr. My name is Thyreus. Say to great Cæsar this. - In deputation I kiss his conqu'ring hand: tell him I am prompt To lay my crown at 's feet, and there to kneel: Tell him from his all-obeying breath I hear The doom of Egypt. Thyr. 'Tis your noblest course. Give me grace to lay Your Cæsar's father oft, No chance may shake it. My duty on your hand. Cleo. The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest Eno. You will be whipp'd. - Now gods Ant. Approach, there. —Ay, you kite! and devils! Authority melts from me: of late, when I cri'd “ho!” Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth, "Your will?" Have you no ears? I am And cry, Enter Attendants. Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him. Eno. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp Than with an old one dying. Ant. Whip him. taries Moon and stars! Were 't twenty of the greatest tribu That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I find them So saucy with the hand of she here, what's her name, Since she was Cleopatra ? Whip him, fellows, Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face, Ant. Bring him again. Tug him away: being whipp'd, The Jack of Cæsar's shall Bear us an errand to him.. [Exeunt Attend. with THYREUS. You were half blasted ere I knew you: ha! And by a gem of women, to be abus'd By one that looks on feeders ? Cleo. Good my lord, Ant. You have been a boggler ever: But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on 't!) the wise gods seal 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 Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours, Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have Luxuriously pick'd out; for, I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is. Cleo. And say, Wherefore is this? Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, O, that I were Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar The horned herd! for I have savage cause; And to proclaim it civilly were like A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank For being yare about him. Enter Attendants with THYREUS. Is he whipp'd? 1 Att. Ant. Soundly, my lord. 1 Att. Cri'd he? and begg'd he pardon ? 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 Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: hence forth, The white hand of a lady fever thee; Shake thou to look on 't. - Get thee back to Cæsar, Tell him thy entertainment: look, thou say, Cleo. Have you done yet? [Exit THYREUS. Alack our terrene moon Is now eclips'd, and it portends alone The fall of Antony. Cleo. I must stay his time. Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points? Cleo. Not know me yet? Ah, dear! if I be so, Ant. Cold-hearted toward me? From my cold heart let heaven engender hail, Dissolve my life! The next Cæsarion smite, |