Mac. She's a most triumphant lady, if report be square to her*. Eno. When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed up his heart upon the river of Cydnus. Agr. There she appeared indeed; or my reporter devised well for her. Eno. I will tell you: The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made In her pavilion (cloth of gold, of tissue), The fancy out-work nature: on each side her, Agr. O, rare for Antony! Eno. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings: at the helm A seeming mermaid steers; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame ‡ the office. From the barge A strange invisible pérfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her; and Autony, Enthron'd in the market-place, did sit alone, Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy, * Suits with her merits. + Added to the warmth they were intended to diReadily perform. minish. Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in nature. Agr. Rare Egyptian! Eno. Upon her landing, Antony sent to her, It should be better, he became her guest; For what his eyes eat only. Agr. Royal wench! She made great Cæsar lay his sword to bed; He plough'd her, and she cropp'd. Eno. I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public street: And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted, That she did make defect, perfection, And, breathless, power breathe-forth. Mac. Now Autony must leave her utterly. Eno. Never; he will not; Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: Other women Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her; that the holy priests Bless her, when she's riggish*. Mac. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery to him. SCENE III. The same. A room in Cæsar's house. Enter Cæsar, Antony, Octavia between them; Attendants, and a Soothsayer. Ant. The world, and my great office, will some Good night, sir.-My Octavia, Read not my blemishes in the world's report: I have not kept my square; but that to come lady. Octa. Good night, sir. Cas. Good night. [Exeunt Cæsar and Octavia, Ant. Now, sirrah! you do wish yourself in Egypt? Sooth. Would I had never come from thence, nor you Thither! If you can, your reason? I see't in My motion, have it not in my tongue: But yet Hie you again to Egypt. Ant. Say to me, Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Cæsar's, or mine? Sooth. Cæsar's. Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side: Thy dæmon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable, Where Cæsar is not; but near him, thy angel Becomes a Fear, as being o'erpower'd; therefore Make space enough between you. Ant. Speak this no more. Sooth. To none but thee; no more, but when to thee. If thou dost play with him at any game, Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck, He beats thee 'gainst the odds; thy lustre thickens, When he shines by: I say again, thy spirit Is all afraid to govern thee near him; But, he away, 'tis noble. Ant. Get thee gone: Say to Ventidius, I would speak with him: [Exit Soothsayer. He shall to Parthia.-Be it art, or hap, He hath spoken true: The very dice obey him; And, in our sports, my better cunning faints Under his chance: if we draw lots, he speeds: His cocks do win the battle still of mine, When it is all to nought; and his quails* ever Beat mine, inhoop'd t, at odds. I will to Egypt: And though I make this marriage for my peace, Enter Ventidius. I' the east my pleasure lies:-O, come, Ventidius, You must to Parthia; your commission's ready: Follow me, and receive it. [Exeunt. The ancients used to match quails as we match cocks. + Inclosed. SCENE IV. The same. A street. Enter Lepidus, Mæcenas, and Agrippa. Lep. Trouble yourselves no further: pray you, hasten Your generals after. Agr. Sir, Mark Antony Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow. Lep. Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress, Which will become you both, farewell. Mæc. As I conceive the journey, be at mount Before you, Lepidus. *Lep. We shall, Your way is shorter, Sir, good success! [Exeunt. My purposes do draw me much about; You'll win two days upon me. Mac. Agr. Lep. Farewell. SCENE V. Alexandria. A room in the palace. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. Cleo. Give me some musick; musick, moodyt |