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What majesty is in her gait? Remember,
If e'er thou look’dst on majesty.
Mess.

She creeps;
Her motion and her station are as one:
She shows a body rather than a life;
A statue, than a breather.
Cleo.

Is this certain?
Mess. Or I have no observance.
Char.

Three in Egypt
Cannot make better note.
Cleo.

He's very knowing, I do perceiv't:—There's nothing in her yet , The fellow has good judgement. Char.

Excellent. Cleo. Guess at her years, I pr’ythee. Mess.

Madam, She was a widow. Cleo.

Widow-Charmian, hark. Mess. And I do thivk, she's thirty. Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is it long, or

round? Mess. Round even to faultiness. Cleo.

For the most part too, They are foolish that are so.—Her hair, what colour?

Mess. Brown, madam: And her forehead is as low As she would wish it. Cleo.

There is gold for thee. Thou must not take my former sharpness ill: I will employ thee back again; I find thee Most fit for business: Go, make thee ready; Our letters are prepar'd. [Exit Messenger. Char.

A proper man. Cleo. Indeed, he is so : I repent me much, That so I harry'd t him. Wny, metlinks, by bim, This creature's no such thing. Char.

-0, nothing, madam. Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and

should know.

• Standing.

+ Pulled, lugged.

Char. Hath he seen majesty ? Isis else defend,
And serving you so long !
Cleo. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good

Charmian :-
But'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me
Where I will write: All may be well enough.
Char. I warrant you, madam.

[E.reunt.

SCENE IV.

Athens. A room in Antony's house.

Enter Antony and Octavia. Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that, That were excusable, that, and thousands more Of semblable import, but he hath wag'd New wars'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it To publick ear: Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly He vented them; most narrow measure lent me: When the best hint was given him, he not took't, Or did it from his teeth 9. Oct.

O my good lord, Believe not all; or, if you must believe, Stomach || not all. A more unhappy lady, If this division chance, ne'er stood between, Praying for both parts: And the good gods will mock me presently, When I shall pray, 0, bless my lord and husband ! Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud,

• Similar tendency. + Could not help.
| Published. ♡ Indistinct, through his teeth,

Resent. * VOL. VII.

0, bless my brother/ Husband win, win brother;
Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway
Twixt these extremes at all.
Ant.

Gentle Octavia,
Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks
Best to preserve it: If I lose mine honour,
I lose myself: better I were not yours,
Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested,
Yourself shall go between us : The mean time, lady,
I'll raise the preparation of a war
Shall stain your brother; Make your soonest haste;
So your desires are yours.
Oct.

Thanks to my lord. The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak, Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be As if the world should cleave, and that slain men Should soldert up the rift 1.

Ant. When it appears to you where this begins, Turn your displeasure that way; for our faults Can never be so equal, that your love Can equally move with them. Provide your going; Choose your own company, and command what cost Your heart has mind to.

[Eseunt.

SCENE V.

The same. Another room in the same. !

Enter Enobarbus and Eros, meeting.
Eno. How now, friend Eros?
Eros. There's strange news come, sir.
Eno. What, man?

Eros. Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey. .

* Disgrace.

+ Cement, close.

Opening.

Eno. This is old; What is the success?

Eros. Cæsar, baving made use of him t in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality t; would not let him partake in the glory of the action: and pot resting here, accuses bim of letters he bad formerly wrote to Pompey; apon bis own appeal , seizes him: So the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confide. Eno. Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no

more; And throw between them all the food thou hast, They'll grind the one the other. Where's Antony? Eros. He's walking in the garden-thus; and

spurns The rush that lies before him; cries, Fool, Lepidus! And threats the throat of that his officer, That murder'd Pompey. Eno.

Our great navy's rigged. Eros. For Italy, and Cæsar. More, Domitius; My lord desires you presently: my news I might have told hereafter. Eno.

'Twill be naught: But let it be. Bring me to Antony. Eros. Come, sir.

(Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

Rome. A room in Cæsar's house.

Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, and Mæcenas.
Cæs. Contemning Rome, he has done all this:

And more;
In Alexandria, here's the manner of it,

• What follows.

Equal rank.

+ i. e. Lepidus.

Accusation."

l' the market-place, on a tribunal silver'd, . **
Cleopatra and himself, in chairs of gold,
Were publickly enthron'd : at the feet, sat
Cæsarion, whom they call my father's son;
And all the unlawful issue, that their lust
Since then hath made between them. Unto her
He gave the 'stablishment of Egypt; made her
Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia,
Absolute queen.
Mæc.

This in the publick eye?
Cæs. I'the common show-place, where they exer.
• cise.
His sons he there proclaim'd, The kings of kings:
Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia,
He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd
Syria, Cilicia, and Phænicia : She
In the habiliments of the goddess Isis
That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience,
As 'tis reported, so.
Mec,

Let Rome be thus Inform'd.

Agr. Who, queasy with his insolence Already, will their good thoughts call from him.

Cæs. The people know it; and have now receiv'd His accusations. Agr.

Whom does he accuse? Cæs. Cæsar: and that, having in Sicily Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated t him His part o'the isle: then does he say, he lent me Some shipping unrestor'd: lastly, he frets, That Lepidus of the triumvirate Should be depos'd; and, being, that we detain All his revenue. Agr.

Sir, this should be answer'd. Cæs. 'Tis done already, and the messenger gone. I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel; That he his high authority abus'd,

• Sick, disgusted.

t Assigned.

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