Which has no need of you: begone. Leave me, I pray, a little: 'pray you now.Nay, do so; for indeed I have lost command; Therefore I pray you.-I'll see you by-and-by. [Sits down. Enter EROS and CLEOPATRA, led by CHARMIAN and IRAS. Eros. Nay, gentle madam, to him:-comfort him. Eros. See you here, sir? Ant. O fie, fie, fie! Char. Madam,— Iras. Madam; O good empress! Eros. Sir, sir,— Ant. Yes, my lord, yes:—he at Philippi kept Eros. The queen, my lord; the queen. He is unqualitied with very shame. Cleo. Well then, sustain me.-O! Eros. Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches : Her head's declined, and death will seize her; but Your comfort makes the rescue. Ant. I have offended reputation: A most unnoble swerving! Eros. Sir, the queen. Ant. O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See How I convey my shame out of thine eyes, By looking back on what I have left behind 'Stroyed in dishonour. I have no ears to his request. The queen Cas. Bring him through the bands. [Exit EUPHRONIUS. To try thy eloquence now 't is time: [To THYREUS. despatch: From Antony win Cleopatra: promise, And in our name, what she requires: add more (From thine invention) offers. Women are SCENE XI.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus? Cleo. Is Antony or we in fault for this? Cleo. Pr'y thee, peace. Something particular. His coin, ships, legions, May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail Under the service of a child, as soon Asi' the command of Cæsar. I dare him, therefore, To lay his gay comparisons apart, And answer me (declined), sword against sword, Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow me. [Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS. Eno. Yes, like enough high-battled Cæsar will Unstate his happiness, and be staged to the show Against a sworder!-I see men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Knowing all measures, the full Cæsar will Answer his emptiness!-Cæsar, thou hast subdued His judgment too. I will ask Antony.-Sir, sir, thou 'rt so leaky What you require of him? for he partly begs Cleo. What's your name? Say to great Cæsar this:-In deputation I kiss his conquering hand: tell him I am prompt Thyr. 'Tis your noblest course. Since she was Cleopatra?)—Whip him, fellows, Till, like a boy you see him cringe his face, And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence. Thyr. Marc Antony,— Ant. Tug him away: being whipped, Bring him again.-This Jack of Cæsar's shall Bear us an errand to him.— [Exeunt Attendants with THYREUS. You were half blasted ere I knew you.-Ha! Have I my pillow left unpressed in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawful race, And by a gem of women, to be abused By one that looks on feeders? Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, A haltered neck which does the hangman thank Re-enter Attendants with THYREUS. 1st Atten. Soundly, my lord. Ant. Cried he, and begged he pardon? 1st Atten. He did ask favour. 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 The white hand of a lady fever thee: Shake thou to look on 't.-Get thee back to Cæsar, 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 most easy 't is to do it; 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 mislike My speech and what is done, tell him he has Hipparchus, my enfranchised 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; begone! [Exit THYREUS. Cleo. Have you done yet? 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 ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and Attendants. Eno. Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious Is to be frighted out of fear, and in that mood [Exit. |