SCENE VI.-Rome. A Room in CESAR's House.
Enter CESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECENAS.
Cæs. Contemning Rome, he has done all this.
And more:

In Alexandria, here's the manner of it,—
I' the market-place, on a tribunal silvered,
Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold
Were publicly enthroned: at the feet sat
Cæsarion, whom they call my father's son;
And all the unlawful issue that their lust
Since then hath made between them. Unto her
He gave the 'stablishment of Egypt: made her
Of Lower Syria, Cyprus, Lybia,

Like Cæsar's sister. The wife of Antony
Should have an army for an usher, and
The neighs of horse to tell of her approach,
Long ere she did appear: the trees by the way
Should have borne inen, and expectation fainted,
Longing for what it had not: nay, the dust
Should have ascended to the roof of heaven,
Raised by your populous troops : but you are come
A market-maid to Rome, and have prevented
The ostent of our love, which left unshewn
Is often left unloved. We should have met you
By sea and land; supplying every stage
With an augmented greeting.
Good my lord,

Octa.

Your letters did withhold our breaking forth,
Till we perceived both how you were wrong led,
And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart:
Be you not troubled with the time, which drives
O'er your content these strong necessities;
But let determined things to destiny
Hold unbewailed their way. Welcome to Rome :
Nothing more dear to me. You are abused
Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods,
To do you justice, make their ministers
Of us and those that love you. Best of comfort;
And ever welcome to us.

Eno. So hath my lord dared him to single fight. Can. Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia, Where Cæsar fought with Pompey. But these offers,

Which serve not for his vantage, he shakes off: And so should you.

Eno. Your ships are not well manned: Your mariners are muleteers, reapers, people Ingrossed by swift impress: in Cæsar's fleet Are those that often have 'gainst Pompey fought. Their ships are yare: yours heavy. No disgrace Shall fall you for refusing him at sea, Being prepared for land.

Ant.

By sea, by sea.

Eno. Most worthy sir, you therein throw away The absolute soldiership you have by land; Distract your army, which doth most consist Of war-marked footmen; leave unexecuted Your own renownéd knowledge; quite forego The way which promises assurance; and Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard, From firm security.

We then can do 't at land.-Thy business?
Mess. The news is true, my lord: he is

descried:

Cæsar has taken Toryne.