My Antony is away.

Char. You think of him

Too much.

Cleo. O,

treason

Char. Madam, I trust, not so.

Cleo, Thou, ennnch! Mardian !

Mar. What's your Highness' pleasure?

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Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no plea *sure P I' ** slc619* A In aught an eunuch has: 'Tis well for thee, ' That, being uuseminar'd, thy freer thoughts May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections? Mar. Yes, gracious Madain.

1 Cleo. Indeed?

Mar. Not in deed, Madam; for I can de no

thing

But what in deed is honest to be done d

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?

The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
And burgonet of men. He's speaking now,
Or murmuring, Where's my serpent of old Nile?
For so he calls me; Now I feed myself
With most delicious poison:
Think on me,
That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black,
And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-frouted Caesar,
When thou wast here above the ground, I was
A morsel for a monarch: And great Pompeyo..
Would stand, and makes his eyes grow in my brow'i
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VOL. XV.

There would he anchor his aspect, and die
With looking on his life.

Enter ALEXAS.

Alex. Sovereign of Egypt, hail!

Cleo. How much uulike 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?
Alex. Last thing he did, dear Queen,

the last of many doubled kisses,

He kiss'd,
This orient pearl;

--

His speech sticks in any heart.

Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence.
Alex. Good friend, quoth he,

Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends
This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot,
To mend the petty present, I will piece
Her opulent throne with kingdoms; All the east,
Say thou, shall call her mistress. So he nodded,
And soberly did mount a termagaut_steed,
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

extremes

Of hot and cold; he was nor sad, nor merry. Cleo. O well-divided disposition! Note him, Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but

note him:

He was not sad; for he would shine on those
That make their looks by his: he was not merry;
Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay
In Egypt with his joy: but between both:

heavenly mingle!

Be'st thou sad, or merry,

he violence of either thee becomes;"

b does it no man' else.

Met'st thou my posts?" Alex. Ay, Madam, twenty several messengers: Why do you send so thick? Cleo. Who's born that day

then I forget to send to Antony,

hall die a beggar.

Ink and paper, Charmian.

Telcome, my good Alexas.

ver love Caesar so ?

Char. O that brave Caesar!

Did I, Charinian,

Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, thou with Caesar paragon again

y man of men.

Char. By your most gracious pardon,

sing but after you.

Cleo. My sallad days;

hen I was green in judgment:

say

as I said then!

Cold in blood,

But, come, away

et me ink and paper he shall have every day

several greeting, or I'll unpeople Egypt.

[Exeunt.

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 e 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

1

Mene. We, ignorant of ourselves,

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Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers
Deny us for our good; so find we profit,
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
Says, it will come to the full. Mark Antony
In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make

No wars without doors: Caesar gets money, where
He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both,

Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves,
Nor either cares for him.

Men. Caesar and Lepidus

Are in the field; a mighty strength they carry. Pom. Where have you this? 'tis false.

Men. From Silv

Silvius Sir.

Pom. He dreams; I know, they are in Rome
vid bor together,

Looking for Antony: But all charms of love,
Salt Cleopatra, soften thy wan'd lip!

1

Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both! Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts,

Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks,

Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite;

That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour, Even till a Lethe'd dulness. How now Varrius?

ADDONS Enter: VARRIUS. Í vbod

Var. This is most certain that I shall deliver:

Mark Antony is every hour in Rome

xpected; since he went from Egypt, 'tis space for further travel.

Pom. I could have given less matter

A better ear. Menas, I did not think,

This amorous surfeiter would have don'd his helm or such a petty war: his soldiership

s twice the other twain: But let us rear he higher our opinion, that our stirring an from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck

he ne'et wearied Antony."

Men.

mesár

hope,

r and Antony shall well greet together: is wife, that's dead, did trespasses to Caesar; is brother warr'd upon him; although, I think, ot mov'd by Antony.

Pom. I know not, Menas,

e is

ow lesser enmities may give way to greater. ere't not that we stand up against them all, Ewere pregnant they should square between themselves;

or they have entertained cause enough

o draw their swords: but how the fear us ay cement their divisions, and bind up pullo.f he petty difference, we yet not know.

it as our Gods will have it! It only stands ar lives upon, to use our me, Menas.

strongest hands. Jow 19. T

[Exeunt

Autumn wine and 9397 SCENE II.palo daly, regiades 1919 7201 Solusst bus geste Beit Rome. A Room in the House of Lepidas.

Enter ENOBARBUS and LEPIDUS.

Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed,

nd shall become you well, to entreat your captain