Shall die a Beggar, Ink and Paper, Charmian. Char. Oh that brave Cesar! Clea. Be choak'd with such another Emphafis, Say the brave Antony. Char. The valiant Cafar. Clo. By Ifis, I will give thee bloody Teeth, If thou with Cafar Paragon again My Man of Men. Char. By your most gracious Pardon, I Sing but after you. Cleo. My Sallad Days, When I was green in Judgment, cold in Blood, To say, as I said then. But come, away, Get me Ink and Paper, He shall have every Day several greetings, or I'll unpeople Ægypt. Pom. TF ACTIV. SCENE I. SCENE in Sicily. Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas. F the great Gods be just, they shall assist Mene. Know, worthy Pompey, That which they do delay, they not deny. [Exeunt. Pom. While we are Suitors to their Throne, decays The thing we fue for. Men. We, ignorant of our selves, Beg often our own harms, which the wife Powers Pom. I shall do well: The People love me, and the Sea is mine; No No Wars without Doors: Cafar gets Mony where Mene. Cafar and Lepidus are in the Field, Pom. He dreams; I know they are in Rome together Let Witchcraft join with Beauty; Luft with both, Even 'till a lethied Dulness Enter Varrius. How now Varrius? Var. This is most certain, that I shall deliver: Mark Antony is every hour in Rome Pom. I could have given less matter A better Ear. Menas, I did not think For fuch a petty War; his Soldiership Is twice the other twain: but let us rear The higher our Opinion, that our stirring Men. I cannot hope, Cafar and Antony fhall well greet together: Pom. I know not, Menas, How lesser Enmities may give way to greater. 'Twere pregnant they should square beetween themselves; For they have entertained cause enough To draw their Swords; but how the fear of us SCENE II. Rome. Enter Enorbarbus and Lepidus. Lep. Good Enobardus, 'tis a worthy deed, And shall become you well, to entreat your Captain To foft and gentle Speech. Eno. I shall entreat him To answer like himself; if Cafar move him, Let Antony look over Cafar's Head, And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter, I would not shave't to day. Lep. 'Tis not a time for private Stomaching, [Exeunt. Eno. Every time serves for the matter that is then born in't. Lep. But small to greater Matters must give way. Eno. Not of the small come first. Lep. Your Speech is paffion; but pray you stir No Émbers up. Here comes the noble Antony. Enter Antony and Ventidius. Eno. And yonder Cafar. Enter Cæfar, Mecenas, and Agrippa. Ant. If we compose well here, to Parthia Hark, Ventidius. Caf. I do not know; Mecanas, ask Agrippa. That which combin'd us was most great, and let not A leaner Action rend us. What's amiss, May it be gently heard. When we debate Murther in healing Wounds. Then noble Partners, Touch you the sowrest points with sweetest terms, Nor curstness grow to the matter. [Flourish. Ant. 'Tis spoken well: Were we before our Armies and to fight, Cas. Welcome to Rome. Ant. Thank you. Caf. Sit. Ant. Sit, Sir. Caf. Nay then. Ant. I learn you take things ill, which are not for Or being, concern you not. Caf. I must be laught at, If, or for nothing, or a little, I. Should fay my felf offended, and with you Chiefly i'th World. More laught at, that I should Ant. My being in Ægypt, Cafar, what was't to you? Might be to you in Ægypt: yet if you there Ant. How intend you, practis'd? Caf. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent, Ant. You do mistake your business, my Brother never And make the wars alike against my Stomach, : Caf. You praise your self, by laying defects of Jugdment to me: but you patch up your excuses. Ant. Not fo, not so: I know you could not lack, I am certain on't, Very necessity of this thought, that I Your Partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought, Could Could not with graceful Eyes attend those Wars Eno. Would we had all such Wives, that the Men might go to Wars with the Women. Ant. So much uncurbable, her Garboiles Cafar But say I could not help it. Caf. I wrote to you, When rioting in Alexandria you Ant. Sir, he fell on me, e'er admitted: then Caf. You have broken The Article of your Oath, which you shall never Lep. Soft, Cafar. Ant. No, Lepidus, let him fpeak, The Honour is Sacred which he talks on now, Supposing that I lackt it: but on, Cafar, The Article of my Oath. 1 Caf. To lend me Arms, and Aid, when I requir'd them, The which you both denied. Ant. Neglected rather: And then when Poisoned hours had bound me up |