What majesty is in her gait? Remember, Mess. She creeps; Her motion and her station* are as one : She shows a body rather than a life; A statue, than a breather. I do perceiv't:-There's nothing in her yet:- Char. Cleo. Guess at her years, I pr'ythee. Mess. She was a widow. Cleo. Excellent. Madam, Widow?-Charmian, hark. Mess. And I do think, 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? Cleo. Char. [Exit Messenger. A proper man. Cleo. Indeed, he is so: I repent me much, That so I harry'dt him. Why, methinks, by him, This creature's no such thing. Char. O, 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. [Exeunt. 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 t But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly He vented them; most narrow measure lent me : Oct. And the good gods will mock me presently, When I shall pray, O, bless my lord and husband! Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, • Similar tendency. Published. Resent. + Could not help. Indistinct, through his teeth. VOL. VII. H O, bless my brother! Husband win, win brother, "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. 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; 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. Eros. Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey. * Disgrace. + Cement, close. + Opening. Eno. This is old; What is the success*? Eros. Cæsar, having made use of himt in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality; would not let him partake in the glory of the action: and not resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal ý, seizes him: So the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine. 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: [Exeunt. But let it be.-Bring me to Antony. Eros. Come, sir. 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. ti. e. Lepidus. I' the market-place, on a tribunal silver'd, Absolute queen. Mac. This in the publick eye? Cas. I' the common show-place, where they exer cise. His sons he there proclaim'd, The kings of kings: He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd In the habiliments of the goddess Isis That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience, As 'tis reported, so. Mac. Inform'd. Let Rome be thus Agr. Who, queasy with his insolence Already, will their good thoughts call from him. Cas. The people know it; and have now receiv'd His accusations. Agr. Whom does he accuse? Cas. Cæsar: and that, having in Sicily Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated + him Should be depos'd; and, being, that we detain Agr. Sir, this should be answer'd. Caes. '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. + Assigned. |