Act III. To be desir'd to give. It much would please him, That of his fortunes you should make a staff To lean upon: but it would warm his spirits, To hear from me you had left Antony, And put yourself under his shrowd, The universal landlord. Cleo. What's your name? Thyr. My name is Thyreus. Most kind messenger, Say to great Cæsar this, In disputation* I kiss his conquʼring hand: tell him, I am prompt To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel: Tell him, from his all obeying + breath I hear The doom of Egypt. Thyr. 'Tis your noblest course. Wisdom and fortune combating together, No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay Cleo. Your Cæsar's father Oft, when he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in §, The bidding of the fullest || man, and worthiest To have command obey'd. Eno. You will be whipp'd. Ant. Approach, there:- Ay, you kite!-Now gods and devils! Authority melts from me: Of late, when I cry'd, ho! Supposed to be an error for deputation, i. e. by proxy. Most complete and perfect. § Conquering. Like boys unto a muss*, kings would start forth, Enter Attendants. Antony yet. Take hence this Jackt, and whip him. Eno. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp, Than with an old one dying. Ant. Moon and stars! Whip him :-Were't twenty of the greatest tributa ries That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I find them name, Since she was Cleopatra?)-Whip him, fellows, Ant. Tug him away: being whipp'd, Bring him again :-This Jack of Cæsar's shall [Exeunt Attend. with Thyreus. You were half blasted ere I knew you:-Ha! Cleo. Good my lord, Ant. You have been a boggler ever : But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't!) the wise gods seel § our eyes; Cleo. O, is it come to this? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead Cæsar's trencher: nay, you were a fragment * Scramble. + A term of contempt. Servants. § Close up. Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours, Though you can guess what temperance should be, Cleo. Wherefore is this? Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, The horned herd! for I have savage cause; A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank Re-enter Attendants, with Thyreus. 1 Att. Soundly, my lord. Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd he pardon? 1 Att. He did ask favour. Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: henceforth, The white hand of a lady fever thee, Shake thou to look on't.-Get thee back to Cæsar, When my good stars, that were my former guides, My speech, and what is done; tell him, he has * Wantonly. + Ready, handy. He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture, Cleo. Have you done yet? Ant. [Exit Thyreus. Is now eclips'd; and it portends alone The fall of Antony! Cleo. Alack, our terrene + moon I must stay his time. Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points? Cleo. Not know me yet? Ah, dear, if I be so, Ant. Cold-hearted toward me? By the discandying || of this pelleted storm, Ant. I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Have knit again, aud fleet¶, threat'ning most sea like. Where hast thou been, my heart?-Dost thou hear, lady? If from the field I shall return once more To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood; Cleo. Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd, * Requite. That's my brave lord! Her son by Julius Cæsar. Float. And fight maliciously: for when mine hours Cleo. It is my birth-day: I had thought, to have held it poor; but, since my lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra. Ant. We'll yet do well. Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord. Ant. Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll force The wine peep through their scars.-Come on, my queen; There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight, [Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra, and Attend. Eno. Now he'll out-stare the lightning. To be furious, Is, to be frighted out of fear: and in that mood, Restores his heart: When valour preys on reason, [Exit. * Trifling.. ↑ Feasting. Ostrich.. |