CHAR. O, nothing, madam. [know. CLEO. The man hath feen fome majefty, and should CHAR. Hath he seen majefty? Ifis elfe defend, And ferving you fo long! [Charmian : CLEO. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me Where I will write: All may be well enough. CHAR. I warrant you, madam. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Athens. A Room in ANTONY's House. Enter ANTONY and OCTAVIA. ANT. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that, That were excufable, that, and thousands more New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it Spoke fcantly of me: when perforce he could not He vented them; and narrow measure lent me : OCTA. O my good lord, Believe not all; or, if you must believe, And the good gods will mock me presently, ANT. Gentle Octavia, Let your best love draw to that point, which feeks Best to preferve it: If I lose mine honour, I lofe myself: better I were not yours, Than yours fo branchless. But, as you requested, Shall stain your brother; Make your foonest haste; So OCTA. Thanks to my lord. The Jove of power make me most weak, moft weak, ANT. When it appears to you where this begins, your going; Can equally move with them. Provide [Exeunt. SCENE V. The fame. Another Room in the fame. Enter ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting. ENO. How now, friend Eros? EROS. There's strange news come, fir. ENO. What, man? EROS. Cæfar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey. ENO. This is old; What is the fuccefs? EROS. Cæfar, having made ufe of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality; would not let him partake in the glory of the action: and not refting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal, feizes him: So the poor third is till death enlarge his confine.. up, ENO. Then, world, thou haft a pair of chaps, no more; And throw between them all the food thou haft, They'll grind the one the other. Where's Antony? EROS. He's walking in the garden-thus; and fpurns The rush that lies before him; cries, Fool, Lepidus! And threats the throat of that his officer, That murder'd Pompey. ENO. Our great navy's rigg'd. EROS. For Italy, and Cæfar. More, Domitius; My lord defires you prefently: my news I might have told hereafter. ENO. 'Twill be naught : But let it be. Bring me to Antony. EROS. Come, fir. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Rome. A Room in CESAR'S Houfe. CES. Contemning Rome, he has done all this And In Alexandria,-here's the manner of it,— I' the market-place, on a tribunal filver'd, Since then hath made between them. Unto her He gave Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, Abfolute queen. MEC. This in the publick eye? [more; CAS. I' the common show-place, where they exercise. His fons, he there proclaim'd, The kings of kings : Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia, He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he affign'd Already, will their good thoughts call from him. AGR. Whom does he accufe? CAS. Cæfar and that, having in Sicily His part o' the ifle: then does he fay, he lent me Some shipping unreftor'd: laftly, he frets, That Lepidus of the triumvirate Should be depos'd; and, being, that we detain AGR. Sir, this fhould be answer'd. CAS. 'Tis done already, and the messenger gone. I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel; That he his high authority abus'd, And did deferve his change; for what I have conquer'd, I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia, And other of his conquer'd kingdoms, I Demand the like. MEC. He'll never yield to that. CES. Nor must not then be yielded to in this. OCTA. Hail, Cæfar, and my lord! hail, most dear Cæfar! OCTA. You have not call'd me fo, nor have you caufe. CES. Why have you ftol'n upon us thus? You come not VOL. V. Ꮓ Like Cæfar's fifter: The wife of Antony OCTA. Good my lord, To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did it On my free-will. Hearing that My lord, Mark Antony, you prepar'd for war, acquainted My grieved ear withal; whereon, I begg'd His pardon for return. CES. Which foon he granted, Being an obftruct 'tween his luft and him. OCTA. Do not fay so, my lord. CES. I have eyes upon him, And his affairs come to me on the wind. Where is he now? OCTA. My lord, in Athens. CES. No, my moft wronged fifter; Cleopatra Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire Up to a whore; who now are levying The kings o' the earth for war: He hath affembled Bocchus, the king of Lybia; Archelaus, Of Cappadocia ; Philadelphos, king Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas: |