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Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath
Aler. Last thing he did, dear queen,
Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence.
Good friend, quoth he,
What, was he sad, or merry ? Aler. Like to the time o'the year between the ex
tremes Of hot and cold; he was bor sad, nor merry.
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: he was not merry; Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay In Egypt with his joy: but between both; O heavenly mingle !-- Be'st thou sad, or merry, The violence of either thee becomes; So does it no man else.--Met'st thou my posts ?
Aler. 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 Cæsar so ? Char.
O that brave Cæsar!
Cleo. Be chok'd with such another emphasis !
The valiant Cæsar!
Char. By your most gracious pardon,
My salad days; When I was green in judgement:-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.
SCENE I. Messina. A room in Pompey's house.
Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas. Pom. If the great gods be just, they shall assist The deeds of justest men. Mene.
Know, worthy Pompey, That what they do delay, they not deny. Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, de
cays The thing we sue for. Mene.
We, ignorant of ourselves,
I shall do well:
No wars without doors : Cæsar gets money, where
Cæsar and Lepidus
Pom. Where have you this? 'tis false.
From Silvius, sir. Pom. He dreams; I know, they are in Rome to.
.gether, Looking for Antony: But all charms of love, Salt Cleopatra, soften thy wan'd* lip! Let witchcraft join with beauty, Just 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 tillt a Lethe'd dulness.--How now, Varrius!
Var. This is most certain that I shall deliver:
I could have given less matter
I cannot hope,
• Declined, faded.
Done on; i.e. put on.
His brother warr’d upon him; although, I think,
I know not, Menas,
Rome. A room in the house of Lepidus.
Enter Enobarbus and Lepidus.
I shall entreat him
'Tis not a time
Every time Serves for the matter that is then boru in it.
Lep. But small to greater matters must give way.
Eno. Not if the small come first.
Your speech is passion :
Enter Antony and Ventidius.
And yonder, Cæsar.
Enter Cæsar, Mæcenas, and Agrippa.
I do not know,
'Tis spoken well :
Ant. I learn, you take things ill, which are not so;
I must be laugh’d at, If, or for nothing, or a little, I Should say myself offended; and with you
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