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Enob. To be sure of that,
Thyr. Shall I say to Caesar
Cleo. What's your name ?
Thyr. My name is Thyreus.
Cleo. Most kind messenger,
Thyr. Tis your noblest course.
Cleo. Your Caesar's father oft, [Giving her Hand.
Enter Enobarbus, with Antony.
Ant. Favours, by Jove that thunders!—
Thyr. One, that but performs
Enob. You will be whipp'd.
Ant. Approach, there! Ah, you kite !—Now gods and devils! Authority melts from me of late: when I cry'd, ho!
Like boys unto a muss, kings would stand forth,
Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him.
Whip him;—Wer't twenty of the greatest tributaries
[Exeunt Attendants, with Thyreus.
By one that looks on feeders?
Cleo. Oh! is't come to this? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead Caesar's trencher; nay, you were a fragment Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours, Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have Luxuriously pick'd out: For, I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is. Cleo. Wherefore is this?
Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards,
Enter Attendants, with Thyreus.
And plighter of high hearts!—O, is he whipp'd?
l Atten. Soundly, my lord.
Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd he pardon?
l 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 Caesar in his triumph, since Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: henceforth, The white hand of a lady fever thee, Shake thou to look on't. Get thee back to Caesar, 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 'tis to do't; 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, myenfranched 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, be gone. [Exit Thyreus.
Cleo. Have you done yet?
Ant. Alack, our terrene moon
Cleo. I must stay his time. [To her Women.
Ant. To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points?
Cleo. Not know me yet?
Ant- Cold-hearted toward me?
Cleo. Ah, dear, if I be so,
Ant. I am satisfy'd.
Cleo. That's my brave lord!
Ant. I will be treble sinew'd, hearted, breath'd,
Cleo. It is my birth day:
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 111 force
The wine peep through their scars.—Come on, my
[Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra, Charmian, and Attendants. Enob. Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be
furious, Is, to be frighted out of fear: in that mood, The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still, A diminution in our captain's brain, Restores his heart: when valour preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek Some way to leave him. [Exit.
ACT THE FOURTH.
The same.—Another Room.
Enter Antony and Cleopatra; Charmian, Iras, and Others, attending.
Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros!
Ant. No, my chuck.—Eros, come; mine armour,