They make in Italy, the borders maritime
Lack blood to think on't, and flufh youth revolt.
No veffel can peep forth, but 'tis as foon

Taken as feen for Pompey's name strikes more -
Than could his war refifted.
Caf. Antony,

Leave thy lafcivious waffails.
'From Mutina wert beaten,

When thou once

where thou flew'ft

Hirtius and Panfa confuls, at thy heel

Did famine follow, 'which thou fought'st against
(Though daintily brought up) with patience more
Than favages could fuffer. Thou didst drink
The ftale of horfes, and the gilded puddle

Which beafts would cough at. Thy palate then did deign
The rougheft berry on the rudeft hedge:

Yea, like the ftag, when fnow the pasture fheets,
The barks of trees thou browfed'ft. On the Alps,
It is reported thou didft eat ftrange flesh,
Which fome did die to look on; and all this,
(It wounds thine honour that I fpeak it now,)
Was born fo like a foldier, that thy cheek
So much as lank'd not.

Lep. It is pity of him.

Caf. Let his fhames quickly

Drive him to Rome; time is it that we twain
Did fhew our felves i' th' field, and to that end
Affemble we immediate council; Pompey
Thrives in our idleness.

Lep. To-morrow, Cæfar,

I fhall be furnish'd to inform you rightly,
Both what by fea and land I can be able,

To front this present time.

Caf. 'Till which encounter,

It is my business' 'too.`

Lep. Farewel, my Lord;

What you fhall know mean time of stirs abroad,
I fhall befeech you, let me be partaker.

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Caf.

8 Wert beaten from Mutina,

9 whom

1 too. Farewel.

Cef. Doubt it not, Sir, I knew it for my bond. Farewel.

Cleo.

[Exeunt.

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.

Cleo. Ha, ha,-give me to drink Mandragoras.
Char. Why, Madam?

Cleo. That I might fleep out this great gap of time,

My Antony is away.

Char. You think of him too much.

2

Cleo. O, that is treafon.

Char. Madam, I trust not so.

Cleo. Thou eunuch, Mardian!

Mar. What is your Highnefs' pleasure?

Cleo. Not now to hear thee fing. I take no pleasure In ought an eunuch has: 'tis well for thee,

That being unfeminar'd, thy freer thoughts

May not fly forth of Egypt. Haft thou affections?
Mar. Yes, gracious Madam,

Cleo. Indeed?

Mar. Not in deed, Madam, for I can do nothing
But what indeed is honeft to be done:

Yet have I fierce affections, and think
What Venus did with Mars.

Cleo. Oh Charmian!

Where think'ft thou he is now? ftands he, or fits he?

Or does he walk? or is he on his horfe?

Oh happy horse to bear the weight of Antony !

Do bravely, horse, for wot'st thou whom thou mov'st?

The demy Atlas of this earth, the arm

And burgonet of man. He's fpeaking now,

Or

Or murmuring, Where's my ferpent of old Nile?
For fo he calls me; now I feed my felf
With most delicious poifon : Think on me,
That am with Phabus' amorous pinches black,
And wrinkled deep in time. Broad-fronted Cafar,
When thou waft here above the ground, I was
A morfel for a Monarch; and great Pompey
Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow,
There would he anchor his afpect, and die
With looking on his life.

Enter Alexas.

Alex. Sovereign of Egypt, hail!

Cleo. How much art thou unlike Mark Antony?
Yet coming from him, that great med'cin hath
With his tinct gilded thee. How goes it with
My brave Mark Antony?

Alex. Laft thing he did, dear Queen,
He kift, the laft of many doubled kiffes,
This orient pearl. His fpeech sticks in my heart.
Cleo. Mine ear muft pluck it thence.
Alex. Good friend, quoth he,

Say the firm Roman to great Egypt fends
This treasure of an oyfter; at whofe foot,
To mend the petty prefent, I will 'pace
Her opulent throne with kingdoms. All the Eaft,
Say thou, fhall call her mistress. So he nodded,
And foberly did mount an 'arm-girt' fteed,

Who neigh'd fo high, that what I would have spoke,
Was 'beaft-like 'dumb'd' by him.

Cleo. What, was he fad

Or merry?

Alex. Like to the time o' th' year, between Th' extreams of hot and cold, he was not fad

Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him,
He was not fad, for he would fhine on those
That make their looks by his. He was not merry,
Which feem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay
In Egypt with his joy; but between both.
Oh heav'nly mingle! be'ft thou fad, or merry,
The violence of either thee becomes,

So do's it no man elfe. Met'ft thou my posts?
Alex. Ay, Madam, twenty feveral meffengers.
Why do you fend fo thick?

Cleo. Who's born that day

When I forget to fend to Antony,

Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian.
Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian,
Ever love Cæfar fo?

Char. Oh, that brave Cæfar!

Cleo. Be choak'd with such another emphasis? Say, the brave Antony.

Char. The valiant Cæfar.

Cleo. By Ifis, I will give thee bloody teeth, If thou with Cafar paragon again

My man of men.

Char. By your most gracious pardon,

I fing but after you.

Cleo. My fallad days!

When I was green in judgment, cold in blood!

To fay, as I faid then!

But come away,

Get me ink and paper; he fhall have every day

7 A feveral greeting, or I'll unpeople Egypt. [Exeunt.

7 Several greetings,

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ACT II. SCENE I.

SICILY

Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas.

POMPEY.

F the great Gods be juft, they fhall affist
The deeds of jufteft men.

Mene. Know, worthy Pompey,

That what they do delay, they not deny.

Pom, While we are fuitors to their throne, decays The thing we fue for.

Men. We, ignorant of our felves,

Beg often our own harms, which the wife powers
Deny us for our good; fo find we profit

By lofing of our prayers.

Pom. I fhall do well:

The people love me, and the fea is mine;

My power's 'a crefcent, and my auguring hope
Says it will come to th' full. Mark Antony
In Egypt fits at dinner, and will make
No wars without doors. Cæfar gets mony where
He lofes hearts; Lepidus flatters both,
Of both is flatter'd ; but he neither loves,
Nor either cares for him.

Mene. Cafar and Lepidus

Are in the field, a mighty ftrength they carry,

Pom. Where have you this? 'tis falfe.

Mene. From Silvius, Sir.

Pom. He'dreams; they are in Rome together looking

For Antony: but all the charms of love,

8 are... old edit. Theob, emend.

9 dreams; I know they

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