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Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
Mess. Free, madam ! no; I made no such report : He's bound unto Octavia.
Cleo. For what good turn?
[Strikes him down. Mess. Good madam, patience.
Cleo. What say you ?-Hence, [Strikes him again. Horrible villain ! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head;
[She 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,
Cleo. Say, 'tis not so, a province I will give thee,
[Draws a dagger. Mess. Nay, then I'll run :What mean you, madam ? I have made no fault.
[Erit. Char. Good madam, keep yourself within yourself;
The man is innocent.
Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunder-bolt.-Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures Turn all to serpents 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 :-
Cleo. Is he married ?
Mess. He is married, madam.
Cleo. O, I would, thou didst;
Mess. I crave your highness' pardon.
Cleo. O, that his fault should make a knave of thee, That art not !What? thou’rt sure of’t ?–Get thee
hence: The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome, Are all too dear for me ; Lie they upon thy hand, And be undone by 'em!
Cleo. I am paid fort now.
[T, MARDIAN. Bring me word, how tall she is.- Pity me, Charmian, But do not speak to me.—Lead me to my chamber.
[Ereunt. SCENE VI.- Near Misenum.
Enter Pompey and MENAS, at one side, with Drum and
Trumpet : at another, CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, ANTONY, ENOBARBUS, MECÆNAS, with Soldiers marching.
Pom. Your hostages I have, so have you mine ; And we shall talk before we fight.
Cæs. Most meet, That first we come to words ; and therefore have we Our written purposes before us sent; Which, if thou hast consider'd, let us know If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword; And carry back to Sicily much tall youth, That else must perish here.
Pom. To you all three, The senators alone of this great world, Chief factors for the gods,- I do not know, Wherefore my father should revengers want, Having a son, and friends; since Julius Cæsar, Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted, There saw you labouring for him. What was it, That mov'd pale Cassius to conspire? And what Made the all-honour’d, honest, Roman Brutus, With the arm’d rest, courtiers of beauteous freedom, To drench the Capitol; but that they would Have one man but a man? And that is it, Hath made me rig my navy; at whose burden The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Rome Cast on my noble father.
Cæs. Take your time.
Ant. Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails, We'll speak with thee at sea : at land, thou know'st How much we do o'ercount thee.
Pom. At land, indeed,
Lep. Be pleas’d to tell us,
Cas. There's the point.
Ant. Which do not be entreated to, but weigh What it is worth embrac’d.
Cas. And what may follow,
Pom. You have made me offer
Cæs. Ant. Lep. That's our offer.
Pom. Know then,
Ant. I have heard it, Pompey;