Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest,
Whilst you abide here.
Eno.

Humbly, sir, I thank you. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. A room in Caesar's house. Enter Cæsar, Antony, Octavia between them; Attendants, and a Soothsayer.

You must to Parthia; your commission's ready: Follow me, and receive it. [Exeunt

SCENE IV.-The same. A street. Enter Lepi. dus, Mæcenas, and Agrippi.

Lep. Trouble yourselves no further: pray you,

hasten
Your generals after.
Agr.
Sir, Mark Antony
Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow.

Which will become you both, farewell.
Lep. Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress,

Mac.

We shall,

times

If thou dost play with him at any game,
Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck,
He beats thee 'gainst the odds; thy lustre thickens,
When he shines by: I say again, thy spirit
Is all afraid to govern thee near him;
But he away, 'tis noble.

Ant.
Get thee gone:
Say to Ventidius, I would speak with him:
[Erit Soothsayer.
He shall to Parthia.-Be it art, or hap,
He hath spoken true: The very dice obey him;
And, in our sports, my better cunning faints
Under his chance: if we draw lots, he speeds:
His cocks do win the battle still of mine,
When it is all to nought; and his quails ever
Beat mine, inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Egypt:
And though I make this marriage for my peace,
Enter Ventidius.

I' the east my pleasure lies:-0, come, Ventidius,

Sir, good success' [Exeunt.

Mac. Agr. Lep. Farewell. SCENE V.-Alexandria. A room in the palace Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. Cleo. Give me some music; music, moody foo Of us that trade in love. Allend. The music, ho!

Enter Mardian.

Cleo. Let it alone; let us to billiards: Come, Charmian.

Char. My arm is sore, best play with Mardian. Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd, As with a woman:-Come, you'll play with me, sir? Mar. As well as I can, madam.

Cleo. And when good will is show'd, though it

come too short,

The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:-
Give me mine angle,-We'll to the river: there,
My music playing far off, I will betray
Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce
Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up,
I'll think them every one an Antony,
And say, Ah, ha! you're caught.
Char.
'Twas merry, when
You wager'd on your angling, when your diver
Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he
With fervency drew up.

Cleo.
That time!-0 times!·
laugh'd him out of patience; and that night
I laugh'd him into patience: and next morn,
Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed;
Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst
I wore his sword Philippan. O! from Italy;

Enter a Messenger.

Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, That long time have been barren.

Mess.

Cleo. Antony's dead?

Madam, madam,—

If thou say so, villain, thou kill'st thy mistress :
But well and free,

If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here
My bluest veins to kiss; a hand, that kings
Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing.

Mess.
First, madam, he's well.
Cleo. Why, there's more gold. But, sirrah,
mark; We use

To say, the dead are well: bring it to that,
The gold I give thee, will I melt, and pour
Down thy ill-uttering throat.

Mess. Good madam, hear me.

(4) Inclosed. (6) Melancholy.

(5) Mount Misenum.

(7) Head-dress.

Mess.

Cleo.

Madam, he's well.

Well said.
Thou'rt an honest man.
Mess. Cæsar and he are greater friends than ever.
Cleo. Make thee a fortune from me.
Mess.
But yet, madam,-
Cleo. I do not like but yet, it does allay
The good precedence; fie upon but yet:
But yet is a gaoler to bring forth

Mess. And friends with Cæsar.
Cleo.

Some monstrous malefactor. Pr'ythee, friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and bad together: He's friend with
Cæsar;

In state of health, thou say'st; and, thou say'st, free.
Mess. Free, madam! no; I made no such report:

He's bound unto Octavia.
Cleo.

For what good turn?
Mess. For the best turn i'the bed.
Cleo.
I am pale, Charmian.
Mess. Madam, he's married to Octavia.
Cleo. The most infectious pestilence upon thee!
[Strikes him down.
Mess. Good madam, patience.
Cleo.
What say you?-hence
[Strikes him again.
Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes
Like balls before me; I'll'unhair thy head;
[She hales him up and down.
Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in
brine,

Smarting in ling'ring pickle.

Mess.

Gracious madam, I, that do bring the news, made not the match. Cleo. Say, 'tis not so, a province I will give thee, And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst Shall make thy peace, for moving me to rage; And I will boot thee with what gift beside Thy modesty can beg. Mess. He's married, madam. Cleo. Rogue, thou hast liv'd too long.

[Draws a dagger. Mess. Nay, then I'll run :What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. [Exit.

Char. Good madam, keep yourself within yourself;

The man is innocent.

you:

To punish me for what you make me do,
Seems much unequal: He is married to Octavia.
Cleo. O, that his faults should make a knave of
thee,

That art not!-What? thou'rt sure of't?-Get
thee bence:
The merchandise which thou hast brought from
Rome,

Are all too dear for me; Lie they upon thy hand,
And be undone by 'em!
[Exit Messenger.
Char.
Good your highness, patience.
Cleo. In praising Antony, I have disprais'd

Cæsar.
Char. Many times, madam.
Cleo.

Lead me from hence.

I am paid for't now

I faint; O Iras, Charmian, 'Tis no matter :-
Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him
Report the feature of Octavia, her years,
Her inclination, let him not leave out
The colour of her hair :-bring me word quickly
[Exit Alexas.

Let him for ever go :-Let him not-Charmian,
Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
T'other way he's a Mars :-Bid you Alexas
[To Mardain.
Bring me word, how tall she is.-Pity me Char-

mian,

bolt.

Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted,'
There saw you labouring for him. What was it,
That mov'd pale Cassius to conspire? And what
Made the all-honour'd, honest, Roman Brutus,
With the arm'd rest, courtiers of beauteous freedom,
To drench the Capitol; but that they would
Have one man but a man? And that is it,
Hath made me rig my navy: at whose burden
The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant
To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Rome
Cast on iny noble father.
Take your time.

Cæs.

Ant. Thou can'st not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails,

We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st How much we do o'er-count thee.

Cies.

Be pleas'd to tell us,

(For this is from the present,2) how you take The offers we have sent you.

There's the point.

Enjoy thy plainness, It nothing ill becomes thee.Aboard my galley I invite you all: Will you lead, lords?

Ant. Which do not be entreated to, but weigh

What it is worth embrac'd.

To try a larger fortune.

Pom.

Cas. Ant. Lep. Show us the way, sir.
Pom

Come. [Exeunt Pompey, Cæsar, Antony, Lepidus, Soldiers and Attendants.

Men. Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have made this treaty.-[Aside.]-You and I have known, sir.

Eno. At sea, I think.

Men. We have, sir.

Eno. You have done well by water.

Men. And you by land.

Eno. I will praise any man that will praise me though it cannot be denied what I have done by land.

Men. Nor what I have done by water.

Eno. Yes, something you can deny for your own safety: you have been a great thief by sea. Men. And you by land.

Eno. There I deny my land service. But give me your hand, Menas: If our eyes had authority, here they might take two thieves kissing.

Men. All men's faces are true, whatsoe'er their hands are.

Eno. But there is never a fair woman has a true

face.

Men. No slander; they steal hearts. Eno. We came hither to fight with you. Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turned to drinking. Pompey doth this way laugh away his fortune.

Eno. If he do, sure, he cannot weep it back again. Men. You have said, sir. We looked not for Mark Antony here; Pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?

Eno. Cæsar's sister is call'd Octavia.

Men. True, sir; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus.

Eno. But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius. Men. Pray you, sir?

Eno. 'Tis true.

will be the very strangler of heir amity: Octavia is of holy, cold, and still conversation.'

Men. Who would not have his wife so? Eno. Not he, that himself is not so; which is Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian dish again: then shail Lie sighs of Octa ia blow the fire up in Cæsar; and, as I said before, that which is the strength of their amity, shall prove the immediate author of their variance. Antony will use his af fection where it is; he married but his occasion here.

Men. And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard? I have a health for you.

Eno. I shall take it, sir: we have used our throats

in Egyp

[Exeunt.

Men. Come; let's away. SCENE VII-On board Fompey's galley, lying near Misenum. Music, Enter two or three Servants, with a banquet.2

1 Serv. Here they'll be, man: Some o'their plants are ill-rooted already, the least wind i'the world will blow them down.

2 Sere. Lepidus is high-coloured.

1 Serv. They have made him drink alms-drink. 2 Serv. As they pinch one another by the disposition, he cries out, no more; reconciles then to his entreaty, and himself to the drink.

1 Serv. But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion.

2 Serv. Why, this it is to have a name in great men's fellowship: I had as lief have a reed that will do me no service, as a partizan I could not heave. 1 Serv. To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks. A sennet sounded. Enter Cæsar, Antony, Pompey, Lepidus, Agrippa, Mæcenas, Enobarbus, Menas, with other captains.

Ant. Thus do they, sir: [To Cæsar.] They take the flow o'the Nile

By certain scales i'the pyramid; they know,
By the height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearth,
Or foizon, follow: The higher Nilus swells,
The more it promises: as it ebbs, the seedsman
Upon the slime and onze scatters his grain,
And shortly comes to harvest.

Lep. You have strange serpents there.
Ant. Ay, Lepidus.

Lep. Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud, by the operation of your sun: so is your crocodile.

Ant. It is shaped, sir, like itself; and it is as broad as it has breadth: it is just so high as it is, and moves with its own organs: it lives by that which nourisheth it; and the elements once out of it, it transmigrates.

Lep. What colour is it of.
Ant. Of its own colour too.
Lep. 'Tis a strange serpent.

Ant. 'Tis so. And the tears of it are wet.
Cæs. Will this description satisfy him.
Ant. With the health that Pompey gives him,
else he is a very epicure.

Pom. [To Menas aside.] Go, hang, sir, hang!
Tell me of that? away!

Do as I bid you.-Where's this cup I call'd for?
Men. If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me,
Rise from thy stool.
(Aside.
Pom.
I think, thou'rt mad. The matter?
[Rises, and walks aside.
Men. I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes.
Pom. Thou hast serv'd me with much faith.
What's else to say?

Be jolly, lords. Ant.

These quick-sands, Lepidus, Keep off them, for you sink. Men. Wilt thou be lord of all the world? Pom. What say'st nou? Men. Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That's twice.

Pom. How should that be?
Men.
But entertain it, and,
Although thou think me poor, I am the man
Will give thee all the world.
Pom.
Hast thou drunk well?
Men. No, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup.
Thou art, if thou dars't be, the earthly Jove
Is thine, if thou wilt have't.
Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips,"

Pom.
Show me which way.
Men. These three world-sharers, these competi-
tors,"

10

Are in thy vessel: Let me cut the cable;
And, when we are put off, fall to their throats:
All there is thine.

Pom.
Ah, this thou should'st have done,
And not have spoke on't! In me, 'tis villany;
In thee, it had been good service. Thou must know,
'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour;
Mine honour, it. Repent, that e'er thy tongue
Hath so betray'd thine act: Being done unknown,
I should have found it afterwards well done;
But must condemn it now. Desist, and drink.
Men. For this,

[Aside

I'll never follow thy pall'd" fortunes more.—
Who secks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd.
Shall never find it more.

Pom.
This health to Lepidus.
Ant. Bear him ashore.-I'll pledge it for him,
Pompey.

Eno. Here's to thee, Menas.
Men.

Enobarbus, welcome.
Pom. Fill, till the cup be hid.
Eno. There's a strong fellow, Menas.
[Pointing to the attendant who carries off Lepidus
Men.
Why?

Eno. He bears The third part of the world, man; See'st not? Men. The third part then is drunk: 'Would it were all,

That it might go on wheels!

F. Drink thou; increase the reels.