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Enter Mardian.

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Cleo. Let it alone; let us to billiards : Come, Charmian.

Char. My arm is sore, best play with Mardian.

Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd, As with a woman;--Come, you'll play with me, sir?

Mar. As well as I can, madam.
Clco. And when good will is show'd, though it

come too short,
The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:-
Give me mine angle,-We'll to the river: there,
My musick playing far off, I will betray
Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce
Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up,
I'll think them every one an Antony,
And say, Ah, ha ! you're caught.

'Twas merry, when
You wager'd on your angling; when your diver
Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he
With fervency drew up. .

That time!-O times !
I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night
I laugh'd him into patience: and next morn,
Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed;
Then put my tires* and mantles on him, whilst
I wore his sword Philippan. O! from Italy;

Enter a Messenger.
Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears,
That long time have been barren.

• Madam, madam,
Cleo. Antony's dead?
If thou say so, villain, thou kill'st thy mistress :
But well and free,
If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here

• Head-dress.

My bluest veins to kiss; a hand, that kings
Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing.

First, madam, he's well.
Cleo. Why, there's more gold. But, sirrah, mark;
• We use
To say, the dead are well : bring it to that,
The gold I give thee, will I melt, and pour
Down thy ill-uttering throat.

Mess. Good madam, hear me.

Well, go to, I will;
But there's no goodness in thy face: If Antons
Be free, and healthful,- why so tart a favour*
To trumpet such good tidings? If not well,
Thou should'st come like a fury crown'd with snakes,
Not like a formal mant.

Will't please you hear me ? Cleo. I have a mind to strike thee, ere thou speak'st: Yet, if thou say, Antony lives, is well, Or friends with Cæsar, or not captive to him, I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail Rich pearls upon thee. Mess.

Madam, he's well. Cleo.

Well said. Mess. And friends with Cæsar. - Cleo.

Thou'rt an honest man. Mess. Cæsar and he are greater friends than ever. Cleo. Make thee a fortune from me. Mess.

But yet, madam, Cleo. I do not like but yet, it does allay The good precedence); fye upon but yet: . But yet is as a gaoler to bring forth Some monstrous malefactor. Pr'yłhee, friend, Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, The good and bad together: He's friend with Cæsar; In state of health, thou say'st; and, thou say'st, free.

Mess. Free, madam! no; I made no such report: He's bound unto Octavia.

• So sour a countenance.

A man in his senses.



For what good turn?
Mess. For the best turn i' the bed.

I am pale, Charmian.
Mess. Madam, he's married to Octavia.
Cleo. The most infectious pestilence upon thee !

[Strikes him down.
Mess. Good madam, patience.

What say you l-Hence,

[Strikes him again. Horrible villain ! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head;

[She hales him up and down. Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in ling’ring pickle. Mess.

Gracious madam, I, that do bring the news, made not the match.

Cleo. Say, 'tis not so, a province I will give thee, And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst Shall make thy peace, for moving me to rage; And I will boot* thee with what gist beside Thy modesty can beg. Mess.

He's married, madam. Cleo. Rogue, thou hast liv'd too long.

[Draws a dagger. Mess.

Nay, then I'll run :What mean you, madam? I have made no fault.

(Erit, Char. Good madam, keep yourself within your.

self; The man is innocent. Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunder.

Melt Egypt into Nile! and kivdly creatures
Turn all to serpents !-Call the slave again ;
Though I am mad, I will not bite hin:-Call.

Char. He is a feard to come.

I will not hurt him :These hands do lack nobility, that they strike

• Recompense.

A meaner than myself; since I myself
Have given myself the cause.-Come hither, sir.

Re-enter Messenger.
Though it be honest, it is never good
To bring bad news: Give to a gracious message
An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell
Themselves, when they be felt.

I have done my duty.
Cleo. Is he married ?
I cannot hate thee worser than I do,
If thou again say, Yes.

He is married, madam. Cleo. The gods confound thee! dost thou hold

there still ? Mess. Should I lie, madam ? Cleo.

O, I would, thou didst;
So half my Egypt were submerg'd", and made
A cisterp for scal'd snakes! Go, get thee hence;
Hadst thon Narcissus in thy face, to me
Thou would'st appear most ugly. He is married ?

Mess. I crave your highness' pardon.

He is married ?
Mess. Take no offence, that I would not offend

you: To punish me for what you make me do, Seems much unequal : He is married to Octavia. Cleo. O, that his faults should make a knave of

thee, That art not !-What? thou’rt sure of't?-Get thee

hence : The merchandise which thou hast brought from

Are all too dear for me; Lie they upon thy hand,
And be undone by 'em !

[Exit Messenger. Char.

Good your highness, patience. Cleo. In praising Antony, I have disprais'd Cæsar,

* Whelmed under water.

Char. Many times, madam..

I am paid for't now.
Lead me from hence.
I faint ; O Iras, Charmian,-'Tis no matter:-
Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him
Report the feature of Octavia, her years,
Her inclination, let him not leave out
The colour of her iiair:- bring me word quickly.-

[Erit Alexas. Let him for ever go: Let him not-Charmian, Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, T'other way he's a'Mars :-Bid you Alexas

[To Mardian, Bring me word, how tall she is.- Pity me, Charmian, But do not speak to me.-Lead me to my chamber.



Near Misenum.

Enter Pompey and Menas, at one side, with drum and trumpet : at another, Cæsar, Lepidus, An. tony, Enobarbus, Mæcenas, with Soldiers marching.

Pom. Your hostages I have, so have you mine; And we shall talk before we fight. Ces.

Most meet, That first we come to words; and therefore have wc Our written purposes before us sent; Which if thou hast considered, let us know If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword; And carry back to Sicily much tallt youth That else must perish here. Pom.

To you all three, The senators alone of this great world,

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