Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O, is it come to this? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Though you can guess what temperance should be, Cleo. Wherefore is this? Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, The horned herd43! for I have savage cause; A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank Re-enter Attendants, with THYREUS. 1 Att. Soundly, my lord. Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd he pardon? 1 Att. 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 whipp'd for following him: hence forth, The white hand of a lady fever thee, Shake thou to look on't.-Get thee back to Cæsar, My speech, and what is done; tell him, he has Cleo. Have you done yet? [Exit Thyreus. Alack, our terrene moon Is now eclips'd; and it portends alone The fall of Antony! Cleo. I must stay his time. Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points? Cleo. Ant. Cold-hearted toward me? Not know me yet? Ah, dear, if I be so, From my cold heart let heaven engender hail, Dissolve my life! The next Cæsarion smite! Ant. I am satisfied. I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning most sea-like. lady? If from the field I shall return once more To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood; Cleo. That's my brave lord! Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd, And fight maliciously: for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Cleo. It is my birth-day: I had thought, to have held it poor; but, since my lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra. 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, [Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra, and Attendants. Eno. Now he'll out-stare the lightning. furious, To be Is, to be frighted out of fear: and in that mood, Restores his heart: When valour preys on reason, [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. Casar's Camp at Alexandria. Enter CESAR, reading a letter; AGRIPPA, MECENAS, and Others. Cas. He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat, Cæsar to Antony: Let the old ruffian know, I have many other ways to die1*; mean time, Mec. Cæsar must think, When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted Cæs. [Exeunt. |