Of audience, nor desire, shall fail; so she Oct. Bring him through the bands.— [Exit Soothsayer, attended. To try thy eloquence, now's the time: Despatch; And in our name, what she requires; add more, Thyr. Cæsar, I go. Oct. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw; And what thou think'st his very action speaks In every power that moves. Thyr. Cæsar, I shall. [Exeunt. Scene v. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, and Iras. Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus? Enob. Drink, and die. Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this? Enob. Antony only, that would make his will Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point, Cleo. Pr'ythee, peace. Enter Antony and Soothsayer. Ant. Is that his answer? Sooth. Ay, my Ant. The queen lord. Shall then have courtesy, so she will yield Us up. Sooth. My lord, he says so. Ant. Let her know't.— To the boy Cæsar send this grizzled head, And he will fill thy wishes to the brim With principalities. 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 ministries would prevail As i' the command of Cæsar; I dare him therefore And answer me declin'd, sword against sword, [Exeunt Anton Y and Soothsayer. Enob. Yes, like enough; high-battl'd Cæsar will Unstate his happiness, and be staged to the show Against a sworder. I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Enter an Attendant. Atten. A messenger from Cæsar. Cleo. What, no more ceremony?—See, my women, Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, That kneel'd unto the buds.—Admit him, sir. [Exit Attendan , Ent r Thyrkus. Cleo. Cæsar's will? Thyr. Hear it apart. Cleo. None but friends; say on boldly. Thus then, thou most renown'd; Cæsar entreats, As Cleo. Go on: Right royal. Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony 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 F Enob. To be sure of that, I will ask Antony. Thyr. Shall I say to Cæsar [Exit ENOBARBUS. What you require of him? for he partly begs And put yourself under his shroud, the great, Cleo. What's your name? Thyr. My name is Thyreus. Say to great Cæsar this, in deputation I kiss his conquering hand: tell him, I am prompt Thyr. "Tis your noblest course. Wisdom and fortune combatting together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay My duty on your hand. Cleo. Your Cæsar's father oft, [Giving her Hand. When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in, Enter Enobarbus, with Antony. Ant. Favours, by Jove that thunders!— What art thou, fellow ? Thyr. One, that but performs The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest Enob. You will be whipp'd. Ant. Approach, there! Ah, you kite!—Now gods and devils! Authority melts from me of late: when I cry'd, ho! Like boys unto a muss, kings would stand forth, Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him. Whip him;—Wer't twenty of the greatest tributaries Ant. Tug him away: being whipp'd, Bring him again.—This Jack of Cæsar's, shall [Exeunt Attendants, with Thyreus. You were half blasted ere I knew you:—Ha! To be abus'd By one that looks on feeders? Cleo. Good my lord— Ant. You have been a bogler ever : But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O, misery on't!) the wise gods seel our eyes In our own filth; drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut Cleo. Oh! is't come to this? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Luxuriously pick'd out: For, I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is. Cleo. Wherefore is this? |