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Enob. To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony. [Exit Enobarblfs.

Thyr. Shall I say to Caesar
What you require of him? for he partly begs
To be desir'd to give. It much would please him,
That of his fortunes you should make a staff
To lean upon: but it would warm his spirits,
To hear from me you had left Antony,
And put yourself under his shroud, the great,
The universal landlord.

Cleo. What's your name ?

Thyr. My name is Thyreus.

Cleo. Most kind messenger,
Say to great Caesar this, in deputation
I kiss his conquering hand: tell him, I am prompt
To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel:
Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear
The doom of Egypt.

Thyr. Tis your noblest course.
Wisdom and fortune combatting together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your hand.

Cleo. Your Caesar's father oft, [Giving her Hand.
When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in,
Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
As it rain'd kisses.

Enter Enobarbus, with Antony.

Ant. Favours, by Jove that thunders!—
What art thou, fellow?

Thyr. One, that but performs
The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest
To have command obey'd.

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,
And cry, Your will?—Have you no ears i I am

Enter Attendants.

Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him.
Moon and stars!

Whip him;—Wer't twenty of the greatest tributaries
That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find them
So saucy with the hand of she here, (What's her name,
Since she was Cleopatra ?)—Whip him, fellows,
Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face,
And whine aloud for mercy: Take him hence.
Thyr. Mark Antony—
Ant. Tug him away: being whipp'd,
Bring him again.—This Jack of Caesar's, shall
Bear us an errand to him.

[Exeunt Attendants, with Thyreus.
You were half blasted ere I knew you :—Ha!
Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome,
To be abus'd

By one that looks on feeders?
Cleo. Good my lord—
Ant. You have been a bogler ever:
But when we in our viciousness grow hard,
(O, misery on't!) the wise gods seel our eyes
In our own filth; drop our clear judgments; make

us
Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut
To our confusion.

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,
And say, God quit you! be familiar with
My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal,

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
Is now eclips'd; and it portends alone
The fall of Antony!

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,
From my cold heart let Heaven engender hail,
And poison it in the source; and the first stone
Drop in my neck: as it determines, so
Dissolve my life! The next Caesarion smite!
Till by degrees, the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the discandying of this pelletted storm,
Lie graveless; till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have bury'd them for prey!

Ant. I am satisfy'd.
Caesar sits down in Alexandria; where
I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy too
Have knit again, and fleet, threading most sea-like—
Where hast thou been, my heart?—Dost thou hear,

lady?
If from the field I shall return once more
To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
I and my sword will earn our chronicle;
There is hopein it yet.

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
Of me for jests; but now, I'll set my teeth,
And send to darkness all that stop me. Come,
Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me
All my sad captains, fill our bowls; once more
Let's mock the midnight bell.

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 111 force

The wine peep through their scars.—Come on, my

queen;
There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight,
I'll make death love me; for I will contend
Even with his pestilent scythe.

[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.

SCENE I.

The same.Another Room.

Enter Antony and Cleopatra; Charmian, Iras, and Others, attending.

Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros!
Cleo. Sleep a little.

Ant. No, my chuck.—Eros, come; mine armour,
Eros!

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