ANT. To let a fellow that will take rewards,
And fay, God quit you! be familiar with
My playfellow, your hand; this kingly feal,
And plighter of high hearts!_O, that I were
Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar

The horned herd! for I have favage cause;
And to proclaim it civilly, were like

A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank
For being yare about him.—Is he whipp'd?

Re-enter ATTENDANTS, with THYREUS.

1 ATT. Soundly, my lord.

ANT. Cry'd he? and begg'd he pardon?

I ATT. He did afk favour.

ANT. If that thy father live, let him repent

Thou waft not made his daughter; and be thou forry To follow Cæfar in his triumph, fince

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 Cæfar,
Tell him thy entertainment: Look, thou fay,
He makes me angry with him: for he seems
Proud and difdainful; harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was: He makes me angry;
And at this time moft eafy 'tis to do't;
When my good ftars, that were my former guides,
Have empty left their orbs, and fhot their fires
Into the abifm of hell. If he mislike

My speech, and what is done; tell him, he has
Hipparchus, my enfranchis'd bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he fhall like, to quit me: Urge it thou:
Hence with thy stripes, begone.

CLEO. Have you done yet?

[Exit THYREUS.

ANT. Alack, our terrene moon

Is now eclips'd; and it portends alone

The fall of Antony!

CLEO. I muft ftay his time.

ANT. To flatter Cæfar, 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 fource; and the first stone
Drop in my neck as it determines, fo

Diffolve my life! The next Cæfarion fmite!
Till, by degrees, the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the difcandying of this pelleted storm,
Lie graveless; till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for prey!

ANT. I am fatisfied.

Cæfar fits down in Alexandria; where

I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
Hath nobly held; our fever'd navy too

Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning moft fea-like.
Where haft thou been, my heart?-Doft thou hear, lady?

If from the field I fhall return once more

To kifs thefe lips, I will appear in blood;
I and my fword will earn our chronicle;
There is hope in it yet.

CLEO. That's my brave lord!

ANT. I will be treble-finew'd, hearted, breath'd,
And fight malicioufly: for when mine hours
Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
Of me for jests; but now, I'll fet my teeth,

And fend to darkness all that top me.-Come,
Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me
All my fad 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, fince 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 fo, we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll force The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my queen; There's fap in't yet. The next time I do fight, I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his peftilent scythe.

[Exeunt ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and ATTENDANTS.
ENO. Now he'll out-ftare the lightning. To be furious,
Is, to be frighted out of fear and in that mood,
The dove will peck the eftridge; and I see still,
A diminution in our captain's brain

Reftores his heart: When valour preys on reason,
It eats the fword it fights with. I will feek

Some

way to leave him.

ACT IV.

[Exit.

SCENE I. CESAR'S Camp at Alexandria.

Enter CESAR, reading a letter; AGRIPPA, MECENAS, and Others.

CES. He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger

He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to perfonal combat, Cæfar to Antony: Let the old ruffian know,

I have many other ways to die; mean time,

Laugh at his challenge.

MEC. Cæfar must think,

When one fo great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Make boot of his distraction: Never anger
Made good guard for itself.

CES. Let our best heads

Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles
We mean to fight :-Within our files there are
Of those that ferv'd Mark Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it be done;

And feast the army: we have ftore to do't,

And they have earn'd the wafte. Poor Antony! [Exeunt.

SCENE II. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and Others.

ANT. He will not fight with me, Domitius.

ENO. No.

ANT. Why should he not?

ENO. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,

He is twenty men to one.

ANT. To-morrow, foldier,

By fea and land I'll fight: or I will live,

Or bathe my dying honour in the blood

Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well?
ENO. I'll strike; and cry, Take all.

ANT. Well faid; come on.

Call forth my household fervants; let's to-night

Enter SERVANTS.

Be bounteous at our meal. Give me thy hand,

Thou hast been rightly honeft ;-so hast thou ;- [well, And thou,—and thou, and thou :-you have ferv'd me

A a iij

And kings have been your fellows.

CLEO. What means this?

ENO. 'Tis one of those odd tricks, which sorrow shoots

Out of the mind.

ANT. And thou art honest too.

I wish, I could be made so many men;
And all of you clapp'd up together in

An Antony; that I might do you service,
So good as you have done.

SERV. The gods forbid !

[Afide.

ANT. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night: Scant not my cups; and make as much of me, As when mine empire was your fellow too,

And fuffer'd my command.

CLEO. What does he mean?

ENO. To make his followers weep.

ANT. Tend me to-night;

May be, it is the period of your duty :
Haply, you shall not fee me more; or if,
A mangled fhadow: perchance, to-morrow
You'll ferve another mafter. I look on you,
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
I turn you not away; but, like a master

Married to your good service, stay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I afk no more,
And the gods yield you for't!

ENO. What mean you, fir,

To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep;
And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd; for fhame,

Transform us not to women.

ANT. Ho, ho, ho!

Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus!