Against a sworder.-I see, men's judgments are To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Enter an ATTENDANT. Alt. A messenger from Cæsar. Cleo. What, no more ceremony ?-See, my wo men! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, The loyalty well held to fools, does make Does conquer him that did his master conquer, Enter THYREUS. Cleo. Cæsar's will? Ther. Hear it apart. Cleo. None but friends; say boldly. Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony. Eno. He needs as many, Sir, as Cæsar has; Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master Will leap to be his friend for us, you know, Whose he is, we are; and that's, Caesar's. Thyr. So. Thus then, thou most renown'd; Cæsar entreats, Not to consider in what case thou stand'st, Further than he is Cæsar. Cleo. Go on right royal. Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him. Cleo. 01 Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he Does pity, as constrained blemishes, Not as deserved. Cleo. He is a god, and knows What is most right: mine honour was not yielded, But conquer'd merely. Eno. To be sure of that, Are of a piece with them. + Perhaps. [Aside. + Quarrel. I will ask Antony.-Sir, Sir, thou'rt so leaky, Thyr. Shall I say to Cæsar [Exit Enobarbus. What you require of him? For he partly begs The universal landlord. Cleo. What's your name? Thyr. My name is Thyreus. Say to great Cæsar this, In disputation* I kiss his conqu’ring hand: tell him, I am prompt Thyr. 'Tis your noblest course. Wisdom and fortune combating together, Cleo. Your Cæsar's father Oft, when he hath mused of taking kingdoms in §, Re-enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUS. Ant. Favours, by Jove that thunders!What art thou, fellow ? Thyr. One, that but performs 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! Anthority melts from me: of late, when I cried, ho! Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth, And cry, Your will? Have you no ears? I am Enter Attendants. Antony yet. Take hence this Jack **, and whip him * Supposed to be an error for deputation, i. e. by proxy. Grant me the favour. Most complete and perfect. **A term of contempt. + Obeyed. $ Conquering. Scramble. 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 tribu taries That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I find them name, Since she was Cleopatra ?)-Whip him, fellows, Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face, And whine aloud for mercy: take him hence. Thyr. Mark Antony, Ant. Tug him away: being whipp'd, Bring him again :-This Jack of Caesar's shall [Exeunt Attendants with Thyreus. 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; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut Cleo. O, is it come to this? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead Cæsar's trencher: nay, you were a frag ment Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours, Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have Luxuriously pick'd out:-For I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is. Cleo. Wherefore is this? Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, The horned herd! for I have savage cause; ⚫ Servants. + Close up. Wantonly. A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank For being yare about him.-Is he whipp'd? Re-enter ATTENDANTS, with THYREUS. 1 Att. Soundly, my lord. Ant. Cried 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 Caesar 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 Cleo. Have you done yet? Ant. Alack, our terrene I moon [Exit Thyreus. Is now eclipsed; and it portends alone The fall of Antony! Cleo. I must stay his time. Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points? Cleo. Not know me yet? Ant. Cold-hearted toward me? Cleo. Ah, dear, if I be so, From my cold heart let heaven engender hail, Dissolve my life! The next Cæsarion smite! Together with my brave Egyptians all, By the discandying this pelleted storm, Earthly. Her son by Julius Cæsar.. Ready, handy. + Requite, Melting. Lie graveless; till the flies and gnats of Nile Ant. I am satisfied. Cæsar sits down in Alexandria; where I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Have knit again, and fleet §§, threat'ning most sealike. Where hast thou been, my heart?-Dost thou hear, lady? If from the field I shall return once more Cleo. That's my brave lord! Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd, And fight maliciously for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransome lives Of me for jests; but now, I'll set my teeth, And send to darkness all that stop me.-Come, Let's have one other gaudyt night: call to me All my sad captains, fill our bowls; once more Let's mock the midnight bell. 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. Ostrich. |