Be free and healthful; why fo tart a favour Thou should'st come like a fury crown'd with fnakes, Mef. Will't please you hear me? Cleo. I have a mind to ftrike thee, ere thou speak'ft; Yet, if thou fay, Antony lives, 'tis well, Or friends with Cefar, or not captive to him, 'I'll fet thee in a shower of gold, and hail Rich pearls upon thee. Mef. Madam, he's well. Cleo. Well faid. Mef. And friends with Cæfar. Cleo. Thou'rt an honeft man. Mef. Cæfar, and he, are greater friends than ever. Mef. But yet, Madam Cleo. I do not like but yet, it does allay The good precedence; fie upon but yet; Some monstrous Malefactor. Pr'ythee, friend, Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, The good and bad together: he's friends with Cafar, In ftate of health, thou fay'ft; and thou fay'st, free. Mef. Free, Madam! no: I made no fuch report. He's bound unto Octavia. Cleo. For what good turn? Mef. For the best turn i' th' bed. Cleo. I am pale, Charmian. Mef. Madam, he's married to Octavia. Cleo. The most infectious peftilence upon thee! Mef. Good Madam, patience. Cleo. What fay you? [Strikes him down. [Strikes him. Hence, horrible villain, or I'll fpurn thine eyes [She hales him up and down. Thou shalt be whipt with wire, and stew'd in brine, Mef. Mef. Gracious Madam, I, that do bring the news, made not the match. Thy modefty can beg. Mef. He's married, Madam. Cleo. Rogue, thou haft liv'd too long. Mef. Nay, then I'll run : [Draws a dagger. What mean you, Madam? I have made no fault. [Exit. Char. Good Madam, keep yourself within yourself The man is innocent. Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt- Cleo. I will not hurt him. Thefe hands do lack nobility, that they strike Though it be honeft, it is never good To bring bad news: give to a gracious meffage Mef. I have done my duty. Cleo. Is he married? I cannot hate thee worfer than I do, If you again fay, Yes. Mef. He's married, Madam. Cleo. The Gods confound thee! doft thou hold there ftill? Mef. Should I lie, Madam ? Cleo. Oh, I would, thou didft; So half my Egypt were fubmerg'd, and made A A ciftern for fcal'd fnakes! go, get thee hence, Thou wouldst appear mott ugly: he is married? Cleo. He is married? Mef. Take no offence, that I would not offend you; To punish me for what you make me do, Seems much unequal: he's married to Octavia. Cleo. Oh, that his fault should make a knave of thee, That art not what thou'rt fure of !-Get thee hence, The merchandises, thou hast brought from Rome, Are all too dear for me: Lye they upon thy hand, and be undone by 'em! Char. Good your Highness, patience. [Exit Mef Cleo. In praifing Antony, I have difprais'd Cefar. Cleo. I am paid for it now: lead me from hence, The colour of her hair. Bring me word quickly, [Exeunt SCENE changes to the Coast of Italy, near Mifenum. Enter Pompey and Menas, at one door, with drum and trumpet: At another, Cæfar, Lepidus, Antony, Enobarbus, Mecenas, Agrippa, with Soldiers marching. Pom. YOUR hoftages I have, fo have you mine; And we shall talk before we fight. Caf. Most meet, That first we come to words; and therefore have we F Our Our written purposes before us fent; Pom. To you all three, The Senators alone of this great world, I do not know, Wherefore my Father should Revengers want, Caf. Take your time. Ant. Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy fails, We'll fpeak with thee at fea. At land, thou know'at, How much we do o'er-count thee. Pom. At land, indeed, Thou dost o'er-count me of my Father's house. But fince the cuckow builds not for himself, Remain in't, as thou may'st. Lep. Be pleas'd to tell us, (For this is from the prefent,) how you take The offers we have sent you. Caf. There's the point. Ant. Which do not be intreated to, but weigh What it is worth embrac'd. Caf. And what may follow To try a larger fortune. Pom. You've made me offer Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must Rid all the fea of Pirates; then to fend Measures Measures of wheat to Rome: this 'greed upon, Omnes. That's our offer. Pom. Know then, I came before you here, a man prepar'd Though I lofe Ant. I have heard it, Pompey, And am well studied for a liberal thanks, Pom. Let me have your hand: I did not think, Sir, to have met you here. Ant. The beds i' th' Eaft are soft; and thanks to you, That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither: For I've gain'd by it. Caf. Since I faw you laft, There is a change upon you. Pom. Well, I know not, What counts hard fortune cafts upon my face; But in my bofom she shall never come, To make my heart her vaffal. Lep. Well met here. Pom. I hope fo, Lepidus, thus we are agreed: I crave, our compofition may be written And feal'd between us. Caf. That's the next to do. Pom. We'll feat each other, ere we part, and let's Draw lots who shall begin. Ant. That will I, Fompey. Pom. No, Antony, take the lot: But firft or laft, your fine Egyptian cookery, Grew fat with feafting there. Ant. You have heard much. Pom. I have fair meaning, Sir. |