Whip him.-Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries Ant. Tug him away; being whipped, Bring him again. This Jack of Cæsar's shall Bear us an errand to him. [Exeunt Attend., with THYREUS. You were half blasted ere I knew you.-Ha! Cleo. Good my lord, Ant. You have been a boggler ever. (0, misery on't!) the wise gods seel our eyes; Cleo. O, is it come to this? Ant. I found you as a morsel cold upon Dead Cæsar's trencher; nay, you were a fragment Luxuriously picked out.- For, I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, Wherefore is this? Cleo. The horned herd! for I have savage cause; A haltered neck, which does the hangman thank Re-enter Attendants, with THYREUS. 1 Att. Soundly, my lord. Ant. Cried he? and begged he pardon? 1 Att. He did ask favor. Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since Thou hast been whipped for following him: henceforth, Shake thou to look on't.-Get thee back to Cæsar, Ant. [Exit THYREUS. Alack, our terrene moon Is now eclipsed; and it portends alone Cleo. I must stay his time. Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points? Cleo. Ant. Cold-hearted toward me? Not know me yet? Ah, dear, if I be so, From my cold heart let heaven engender hail, Ant. I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Have knit again, and fleet, threatening most sea-like. If from the field I shall return once more To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood; I and my sword will earn our chronicle; There is hope in it yet. Cleo. Cleo. It is my birthday. 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, I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe. [Exeunt ANT., CLEO., and Attendants. Restores his heart. When valor preys on reason, [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. Cæsar's Camp at Alexandria. Enter CESAR, reading a letter; AGRIPPA, MECENAS, and others. Cæs. He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger He hath whipped with rods; dares me to personal combat, I have many other ways to die; mean time, Mec. Cæsar must think, When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted Cæs. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and others. Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius. Eno. Ant. Why should he not? No. Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, He is twenty men to one. Ant. To-morrow, soldier, By sea and land I'll fight; or I will live, Or bathe my dying honor in the blood Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well? Well said; come on. Ant. Enter Servants. Be bounteous at our meal.-Give me thy hand; well, And kings have been your fellows. Cleo. What means this? Eno. 'Tis one of those odd tricks, which sorrow shoots Out of the mind. Ant. [Aside. Serv. The gods forbid! Cleo. What does he mean? Eno. To make his followers weep. Tend me to-night; May be, it is the period of your duty. Eno. What mean you, sir, To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep; And I, an ass, am onion-eyed; 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 to you for your comfort; did desire you To burn this night with torches. Know, my hearts Than death and honor. Let's to supper; come, [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. Before the Palace. Enter two Soldiers, to their guard. 1 Sold. Brother, good night; to-morrow is the day. 2 Sold. It will determine one way; fare you well! Heard you of nothing strange about the streets? 1 Sold. Nothing. What news? |