Vouchsaf'd to think he had partners: You shall find there A man, who is the abstract of all faults Lep. Cas. You are too indulgent: Let us grant, it is not Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy; him, (As his composure must be rare indeed, Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must An tony No way excuse his soils, when we do bear So great weight in his lightness.2 If he fill'd Lep. Enter a Messenger. Here's more news. Mess. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour, Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report (1) Procured by his own fault. (3) Visit him. (2) Levity. (4) Consume. How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea; Cas. I should have known no less:→→ It hath been taught us from the primal state, That he, which is, was wish'd, until he were; And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd, till ne'er worth love, Comes dear'd, by being lack'd.2 This common body, Like a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to, and back, lackeying the varying tide, Mess. Cæsar, I bring thee word, Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, Make the sea serve them; which they ear and wound With keels of every kind: Many hot inroads Taken as seen for Pompey's name strikes more, Antony, Cœs. Leave thy lascivious wassals. When thou once Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against, Though daintily brought up, with patience more Than savages could suffer: Thou didst drink The stale of horses, and the gilded puddles Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign (1) Discontented. (2) Endeared by being missed. (4) Turn pale. (3) Plough. (5) Ruddy. (6) Feastings: in the old copy it is vaissailes, i. e. vassals. (7) Urine. (8) Stagnant, slimy water. The roughest berry on the rudest hedge; Lep. It is pity of him. Ces. Let his shames quickly Drive him to Rome: 'Tis time we twain Did show ourselves i'the field; and, to that end, Assemble we immediate council: Pompey Thrives in our idleness. Lep. To-morrow, Cæsar, I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly Cæs. Till which encounter, It is my business too. Farewell. Lep. Farewell, my lord: What you shall know mean time Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir, To let me be partaker. I knew it for my bond.1 Doubt not, sir; [Exeunt. SCENE V-Alexandria. A room in the palace. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian. Why, madam? Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of time My Antony is away. (1) My bounden duty. (2) A sleepy potion. Cleo. Thou, eunuch! Mardian! Mar. What's your highness' pleasure? pleasure take no In aught an eunuch has: "Tis well for thee, Cleo. Indeed? Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing But what in deed is honest to be done : Yet have I fierce affections, and think, Cleo. O Charmian, Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou mov'st? The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonet? of men.-He's speaking now, Enter Alexas. Alex. (1) Unmanned. Sovereign of Egypt, hail! (2) A helmet. Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony! Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath With his tinct gilded thee. How goes it with my brave Mark Antony? Alex. Her opulent throne with kingdoms; All the east, Cleo. extremes Of hot and cold; he was nor sad, nor merry. him: He was not sad; for he would shine on those O heavenly mingle!-Be'st thou sad, or merry, So does it no man else.-Met'st thou my posts? Cleo. Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony, Shall die a beggar.-Ink and paper, Charmian.Welcome, my good Alexas.-Did I, Charmian, Ever love Cæsar so? (1) Furious. |