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
Of semblable import,-but he hath wag'd

New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it
To publick ear:

Spoke fcantly of me: when perforce he could not
But pay me terms of honour, cold and fickly

He vented them; and narrow measure lent me :
When the best hint was given him, he not took't,
Or did it from his teeth,

OCTA. O my good lord,

Believe not all; or, if you must believe,
Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady,
If this divifion chance, ne'er stood between,
Praying for both parts:

And the good gods will mock me presently,
When I fhall pray, 0, blefs my lord and bufband!
Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud,
O, bless my brother! Husband win, win brother,
Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway
'Twixt these extremes at all.

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,
Yourself shall go between us: The mean time, lady,
I'll raise the preparation of a war

Shall stain your brother; Make your foonest haste;
your defires are yours.

So

OCTA. Thanks to my lord.

The Jove of power make me most weak, moft weak,
Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be
As if the world fhould cleave, and that flain men
Should folder up the rift.

ANT. When it appears to you where this begins,
Turn
your displeasure that way; for our faults
Can never be fo equal, that your love

your going;

Can equally move with them. Provide
Choose
your own company, and command what coft
Your heart has mind to.

[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.
Enter CESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECENAS.

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,
Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold
Were publickly enthron'd: at the feet, fat
Cæfarion, whom they call my father's fon;
And all the unlawful iffue, that their luft

Since then hath made between them. Unto her
the 'stablishment of Egypt; made 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.
CAS. The people know it; and have now receiv'd
His accufations.

AGR. Whom does he accufe?

CAS. Cæfar and that, having in Sicily
Sextus Pompeius fpoil'd, we had not rated him

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
All his revenue.

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.
Enter OCTAVIA.

OCTA. Hail, Cæfar, and my lord! hail, most dear Cæfar!
CES. That ever I should call thee, caft-away!

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.

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Like Cæfar's fifter: The wife of Antony
Should have an army for an usher, and
The neighs of horfe to tell of her approach,
Long ere fhe did appear; the trees by the way,
Should have borne men; and expectation fainted,
Longing for what it had not: nay, the dust
Should have afcended to the roof of heaven,
Rais'd by your populous troops: But you are come
A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented
The oftent of our love, which, left unshown
Is often left unlov'd: we fhould have met you
By fea, and land; fupplying every stage
With an augmented greeting.

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: