Vouchsafed to think he had partners. You shall find there A man who is the abstract of all faults That all men follow. Lep. I must not think there are Evils enough to darken all his goodness. His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven; Cæs. You are too indulgent. Let us grant it is not To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit And keep the turn of tippling with a slave; With knaves that smell of sweat. Say, this becomes him, (As his composure must be rare indeed, Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must Antony No way excuse his soils, when we do bear So great weight in his lightness. If he filled His vacancy with his voluptuousness, Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, Lep. Enter a Messenger. Here's more news. Mess. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour,. Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea; And, it appears, he is beloved of those That only have feared Cæsar. To the ports The discontents repair, and men's reports Give him much wronged. I should have known no less. It hath been taught us from the primal state, Goes to, and back, lackeying the varying tide, VOL. IV.-2 B* Mess. Cæsar, I bring thee word, Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, Make the sea serve them; which they ear and wound Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more, Antony, Cæs. Which beasts would cough at. Thy palate then did deign Lep. 'Tis pity of him. Cæs. Let his shames quickly Drive him to Rome. 'Tis time we twain Did show ourselves i' the field; and, to that end, Lep. To-morrow, Cæsar, I shall be furnished to inform you rightly Cæs. It is my business too. Lep. Farewell, my lord. Of stirs abroad, I shall To let me be partaker. Cæs. I knew it for my bond. Till which encounter, What you shall know mean time beseech you, sir, Doubt not, sir; [Exeunt SCENE V. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN. Why, madam? Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of time, My Antony is away. Char. Too much. Cleo. Char. You think of him Madam, I trust not so. O, 'tis treason! Cleo. Thou, eunuch! Mardian! Mar. What's your highness' pleasure? Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure In aught an eunuch has. 'Tis well for thee, That, being unseminared, thy freer thoughts May not fly forth of Egypt? Hast thou affections? Cleo. Indeed? Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing But what indeed is honest to be done. Yet have I fierce affections, and think What Venus did with Mars. Cleo. O Charmian, Where think'st he is now? Stands he, or sits he? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Do bravely, horse! For wot'st thou whom thou mov'st? And burgonet of men.-He's speaking now, With looking Alex. Enter ALEXAS. Sovereign of Egypt, hail! How goes it with my brave Mark Antony? He kissed the last of many doubled kisses Alex. Good friend, quoth he, Her opulent throne with kingdoms. All the East, Who neighed so high, that what I would have spoke Cleo Cleo. O well-divided disposition! - Note him, Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him; So does it no man else.-Met'st thou my posts? Čleo. Who's born that day Shall die a beggar.-Ink and paper, Charmian.- Char. O, that brave Cæsar! Cleo. Be choked with such another emphasis ! Say, the brave Antony. Char. The valiant Cæsar! Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, If thou with Cæsar paragon again My man of men. Char. By your most gracious pardon, My salad days; I sing but after you. [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 The 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 The thing we sue for. Mene. We, ignorant of ourselves, 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 No wars without doors. Cæsar gets money, where Of both is flattered; but he neither loves, Men. Cæsar and Lepidus Are in the field; a mighty strength they carry. Men. From Silvius, sir. Pom. He dreams; I know they are in Rome together, Looking for Antony. But all the charms of love, Salt Cleopatra, soften thy wanned lip! Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both! Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts, Keep his brain fuming? Epicurean cooks, |