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Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head: [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 had'st . Shall make thy peace, for moving me to rage; And I will boot thee with what gift beside Thy modesty can beg. Mess. He's marry'd, 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 MEssex GER. Char. Good madam, keep yourself within yourself; The man is innocent. Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.— Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures Turn all to serpents l—Call the slave again; Though I am mad, I will not bite him; call. Char. He is afeard to come. Cleo. I will not hurt him:— These hands do lack nobility, that they strike A meaner than myself; since I myself Have giv'n myself the cause.—Come hither, sir:
Though it be honest, it is never good
Mess. I have but done my duty.
Cleo. Is he marry'd
Mess. He's marry'd madam. Cleo. o gods confound thee! dost thou hold there still P Mess. Should I lie, madam Cleo. O, I would thou didst, So half my Egypt were submerg'd, and made A cistern for scal’d snakes.' Go, get thee hence; Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is marry'd Mess. I crave your highness’ pardon. Cleo. He is marry'd? Mess. Take no offence, that I would not offend Ou : To punish me for what you make me do, Seems much unequal: He's marry'd to Octavia. Cleo. O, that his fault should make a knave of thee, That say'st but what thou art sure of! Get thee hence: The merchandize, which thou hast brought from
Rome, Are all too dear for me; lie they upon thy hand, And be undone by them [Ewit MESSENGER.
Char. Good your highness, patience. Cleo. In praising Antony, I have disprais’d Caesar. Char. Many times, madam. Cleo. I'm pay’d 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 hair: bring me word quickly.-[Exit ALEXAs. Let him for ever go:-Let him not, Charmian; Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, The other way's a Mars:–Bid you Alexas [To MARDIAN.
Bring me word, how tall she is.-Pity me, Char-
Enter Octavius CESAR, MEcENAs, and AGRIPPA.
Oct. Contemning Rome, he did all this: And once, In Alexandria, here's the manner of it, I'the market place, on a tribunal silver'd, Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold, Were publicly enthron'd : at the feet, sat Caesarion, 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.
Mec. This in the public eye?
Oct. I'the common show-place, where they exer
Mec. Let Rome be thus Inform'd,
Agrip. Who, queasy with his insolence Already, will their good thoughts call from him.
Oct. The people know it; and have now receiv'd His accusations.
Agrip. Whom does he accuse?
Oct. Caesar: and that, having in Sicily
Agrip. Sir, this should be answer'd.
Oct. "Tis done already, and the messenger gone. I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel; That he his high authority abus'd, And did deserve his change. For what I have con
I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia,
Mec. He'll never yield to that.
Oct. Nor must not then be yielded to in this.
Enter Oct AvLA, attended.
Octav. Hail, Caesar, and my lord ' hail, most dear Caesar! Oct. That ever I should call thee castaway! Octav. You have not call'd me so, nor have you CauSee Oct. Why hast thou stol'n upon us thus * You COme not. Like Caesar's sister: The wife of Antony Should have an army for an usher, and The neighs of horse to tell of her approach, Long ere she did appear: the trees by the way E.
Should have borne men; and expectation fainted,