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Enter a Servant with Thyrëus.
Ser. Soundly, my Lord.
Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd a pardon?
Ser. He did ask favour.
Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent
Thou wast not made his daughter ; and be thou forry
To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since
Thou haft been whipp'd for following him. Henceforth
The white hand of a lady feaver thee,
Shake to look on't. Go get thee back to Cæfar,
Tell him thy entertainment : look thou say,
He makes me angry with him : for he seems
Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was.
He makes me angry,
And at this time moft easie 'tis to do't;
When my good stars, that were my former guides,
Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
Into the abysm of hell. If he misike
My speech, and what is done, tell him he has
Hipparchus my enfranchis'd bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like, to quit me. Urge it thou :
Hence with thy stripes, be gone.
[ Exit Thyr. Cleo. Have you done yet?
Ant. Alack, our terrene moon is now eclips'd, And it portends alone the fall of Antony.
Cleo. I must stay his time.
Ant. To flatter' Cæfar, would you mingle eyes
With one that ties his points ?
Cleo. Not know me yet?
Ant. Cold-hearted toward me?
Cleo. 6 'If I be so,
From my cold heart let heaven ingender hail,
And poison't in the source, and the first stone
Drop in my neck; as it determines, so
Diffolve my life; the next ?'Cefarion smite !
6 Ah, dear, if
'Till by degrees the memory
Together with my brave Ægyptians all,
By the 8 'discandying of this pelletted storm,
Lye graveless ; 'till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for prey.
Ant. I'm fatisfied :
Cæfar fets down fore' Alexandria, where
I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
Hath nobly held ; our sever'd navy too
Have knit again, and Aoat, threatning most sea-like.
Where haft thou been, my heart? dost thou hear, Lady?
If from the field I shall return once more
To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood,
I and my sword will earn my chronicle:
There is hope in it yet.
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 ransom lives
Of me for jests'; but now l’ll set my teeth,
And send to darkness all that stop me. Come,
Let's have one other gawdy night: call to me
All my fad captains, fill our bowls ; once more
Let's mock the midnight bell.
Cleo. It is my birth-day,
I had thought i’have held it poor. But since my Lord is
Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
Ant. We will yet do well.
Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my Lord.
Ant. Do so, we'll speak to 'em, 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,
I'll make death love me: for I will contend
Even with his peftilent scythe.
[Exeunt. Æno. Now he'll out-stare the lightning ; to be furious Is to be frighted out of fear, and
in that mood
The 8 discattering ... old edit. Thirl, emend.
The dove will peck the estridge. ''I feel still
A diminution in our captain's brain
Restores his heart; when valour preys on reason,
It eats the sword is fights with: I will seek
Some way to leave him.
Enter Cæsar, with Agrippa, Mecænas, and bis Army.
Cæsar reading a letter.
E calls me boy, and chides as he had power
To beat me out of Ægypt. My messenger
He hath whipt with rods,dares me to personal combat, Cæfar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know, : 'He hath many other ways to die: mean time s'I at this challenge laugh.
Mec. Cæfar must think,
When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Make boot of his distraction: never anger
Made good guard for it felf.
Caf. Let our best heads
Know that to-morrow the last of many battels
We mean to fight. Within our files there are,
Of those that serv'd Mark Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it be done,
And feast the army; we have store to do't,
And they have earn’d the waste. Poor Antony! [Exeunt.
i And I see 2 I have 3 Laugh at this challenge.
Enter Antony and Cleopatra, Ænobarbus, Charmian,
Iras, Alexas, with others.
Ant. H E will not fight with me, Domitius ?
Ant. Why should he not?
Æno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, He's twenty men to one.
Ant. To-morrow, foldier,
By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live,
Or bathe my dying honour in the blood
Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well?
Æno. I'll strike, and cry, Take all.
Ant. Well said, come on:
Call forth my houshold servants, let's toonight
Be bounteous at our meal. Give me thy hand,
Thou haft been rightly honest; fo haft chou,
And thou, and thou, and thou: you've serv'd me well,
And Kings have been your fellows.
Cleo. What means this?
Æno. 'Tis one of those odd + freaks' which forrow shoots Out of the mind.
Ant. And thou art honest too :
I wish I could be made so many men,
And all of you clapt up together in
An Antony, that I might do you service,
So good as you have done.
Omnes. The Gods forbid!
Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night;
Scant not my cups, and make as much of me
As when mine empire was your fellow too,
And suffer'd my command.
Cleo. What does he mean?
Æno. To make his followers weep.
Ant. Tend me to-night ;
May be it is the period of your duty,
Haply you shall not see me more, or if,
A mangled shadow. It may chance to-morrow,
You'll serve another master. I look on you,
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
I turn you not away, but like a master
Married to your good service, stay 'till death :
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the Gods yield you for't!
Æno. What mean you, Sir,
To give them this discomfort? look, they weep.
And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd ; for shame,
Transform us not to women,
Ant. Ho, ho, ho :
Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus.
Grace grow where those drops fall! my hearty friends,
You take me in too dolorous a sense ;
I spake t you for your comfort, did desire you
To burn this night with torches : know, my hearts,
I hope well of co-morrow, and will lead you,
Where rather I'll expect victorious life,
Than death and honour. Let's to supper, come,
And drown consideration.
S C Ε Ν Ε III.
A Court of Guard before the Palace.
Enter a Company of Soldiers.
1 Sold. Brother, good-night: to-morrow is the day.
2 Sold. It will determine one way : Fare you Heard you of nothing strange about the streets ? (well. 1 Sold. Nothing: what news?