Wert beaten from Mutina, where thou flew'ft Did famine follow, whom thou fought'st against Which beafts would cough at. Thy Palate then did deign The roughest berry on the rudeft hedge: Yea, like the ftag, when fnow the pasture sheets, Which fome did die to look on; and all this, Lep. 'Tis pity of him. Caf. Let his fhames quickly Drive him to Rome; time is it, that we twain Lep. To-morrow, Cæfar. I fhall be furnish'd to inform you rightly, Caf. 'Till which encounter, It is my bufinefs too. Farewel. Lep. Farewel, my lord: What you fhall know mean time of ftirs abroad, Caf. Doubt it not, Sir; I knew it for my bond. [Exeunt. VOL. VIII. K SCENE SCENE VI. Changes to the Palace in Alexandria. ま Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian. Cleo. Ha, ha-give me to drink Mandragoras. Char. Why, madam? Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of time, My Antony is away. Char. You think of him too much. Cleo. O, 'tis treafon. Char. Madam, I truft not fo. Cleo. Thou, eunuch, Mardian, Mar. What's your Highnefs' plea fure? Cleo. Not now to hear thee fing. I take no pleasure In aught an eunuch has; 'tis well for thee, That, being unfeminar'd, thy freer thoughts May not fly forth of Egypt. Haft thou affections? Mar. Yes, gracious Madam. Cleo. Indeed? Mar. Not in deed, Madam; for I can do nothing But what indeed is honeft to be done : Yet have I fierce affections, and think, What Venus did with Mars. Cleo. Oh Charmian! Where think'ft thou he is now? ftands he, or fits he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? Oh happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony ! Do bravely, horfe; for, wot'ft thou, whom thou mov'ft? The demy Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonet of Man. He's fpeaking now, That That am with Phabus' amorous pinches black, Enter Alexas. Alex. Sovereign of Egypt, hail ! Cleo. How much art thou unlike Mark Antony? How goes it with my brave Mark Antony? Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends * Her opulent throne with kingdoms. All the east, Say thou, fhall call her miftrefs. So, he nodded; And foberly did mountan arm-gaunt fteed, Who neigh'd fo high, that what I would have spoke + Was beaftly done by him. Cleo. What, was he fad or merry? I will piece Her opulent throne with kingdoms.-] No bungling Carpenter could have expreffed his Labour worse. I fufpect that Shakespear wrote e. i. I will erect an Imperial Throne for her, -I will pace and every Step up to it shall be a Kingdom. + Was beastly dumb by him.] Warb. -A very pretty Speech, and agreeable to the Politeness of one of Cleopatra's Courtiers. Shakespear wrote, Who neigh'd fo loud, that what I would have fjoke Was beaftly done by him. i. e. the Senfe of what I would have spoke the Horfe declared, tho' in inarticulate Sounds. Warb Alex. Like to the time o'th' year, between th' extremes Of hot and cold, he was nor fad, nor merry. Cleo. Oh well-divided difpofition! Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him; He was not fad, for he would fhine on those Oh heav'nly mingle! be'ft thou fad, or merry, So does it no man elfe. Met'ft thou my posts; Cleo. Who's born that day, Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian. Char. Oh, that brave Cæfar! Cleo. Be choak'd with fuch another emphafis! Say, the brave Antony. Char. The valiant Cæfar. Cleo. By Ifis, I will give thee bloody teeth, If thou with Cæfar paragon again My man of men. Char. By your moft gracious pardon, I fing but after you. Cleo. My fallad days; When I was green in judgment.-Cold in blood! To fay, as I faid then,- Get me ink and paper; -But come away, He shall have every day feveral greetings, or I'll unpeople Egypt. [Exeunt. ACT ACT II. SCENE I. SICILY Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas. Fthe great Gods be juft, they shall affist Mene. Know, worthy Pompey, That what they do delay, they not deny. Pomp. While we are fuitors to their Throne, delay's The thing we fue for. Men. We, ignorant of ourfelves, Beg often our own harms, which the wife Deny us for our good; fo find we profit By lofing of our prayers. Pomp. I fhall do well: The people love me, and the fea is mine; powers My pow'r's a crefcent, and my auguring hope In Egypt fits at dinner, and will make No wars without doors. Cæfar gets money, where Of Both is flatter'd; but he Neither loves, Mene. Cæfar and Lepidus are in the field, A mighty ftrength they carry. Pomp. Where have you this? 'tis falfe. [gether. Pomp. He dreams; I know, they are in Rome toLooking for Antony: but all the charms of love, Salt Cleopatra, foften thy wan lip! Let witchcraft join with beauty; luft with both! Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks, That fleep and feeding may prorogue his honour, |