Cleo. Indeed? Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing But what in deed is honest to be done : Yet have I fierce affections, and think, What Venus did with Mars. Cleo. O Charmian, Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou mov'st? And burgonet of men.-He's speaking now, Enter ALEXAS. Alex. Sovereign of Egypt, hail! Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony! Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath With his tinct gilded thee. How goes it with my brave Mark Antony? Aler. Last thing he did, dear queen, He kiss'd, the last of many doubled kisses, This orient pearl;-His speech sticks in my heart. Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke Was beastly dumb'd by him. Cleo. What, was he sad, or merry ? Alex. Like to the time o'the year between the ex tremes Of hot and cold; he was nor sad, nor merry. Cleo. O well-divided disposition!-Note him, So does it no man else. Met'st thou my posts? Cleo. Who's born that day Char. O that brave Cæsar! Cleo. Be chok'd with such another emphasis ! Say, the brave Antony. Char. The valiant Cæsar! Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, If thou with Cæsar paragon again My man of men. Char. By your most gracious pardon, I sing but after you. Cleo. My sallad days; When I was green in judgment : -Cold in blood, ACT II. SCENE I.- Messina. A Room in POMPEY'S House. Enter POMPEY, MENECRATES, and MENAS. Pom. If the great gods be just, they shall assist The deeds of justest men. Mene. Know, worthy Pompey, That what they do delay, they not deny. Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays The thing we sue for. Mene. We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers By losing of our prayers. Pom. I shall do well : The people love me, and the sea is mine; My power's a crescent, and my auguring hope In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make No wars without doors: Cæsar gets money, where He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both, Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves, Nor either cares for him. Men. Cæsar and Lepidus Are in the field; a mighty strength they carry. Pom. Where have you this? 'tis false. Men. From Silvius, sir, Pom. He dreams; I know, they are in Rome toge ther, Looking for Antony: But all charms of love, Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both! Enter VARIUS. Var. This is most certain that I shall deliver : Pom. I could have given less matter Is twice the other twain: But let us rear The higher our opinion, that our stirring Men. I cannot hope, Cæsar and Antony shall well greet together : Pom. I know not, Menas, How lesser enmities may give way to greater. |