(For foon his forces will fet foot on Egypt) Further than he is Cæfar.

Cle. On-right royal.

Thyr. He knows that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him.

Cle. O!

Thyr. The fcars upon your honour, therefore, he Does pity, as conftrained blemishes,

Not as deferv'd.

Cle. He is a god; and knows What is moft right.

Thyr. Shall I, then, fay to Cæfar,

What you require of him? for he partly begs
To be defir'd to give. It much would please him,
That of his fortunes you fhould make a staff
To lean upon but it would warm his fpirits
To hear from me you had left Antony,
And put yourself under his shroud, the great,
The universal landlord.

Cle. What's your name?

Thyr. My name is Thyreus.

Cle. Moft kind messenger,

Say to great Cæfar this. By deputation

I kifs his conquering hand; tell him, I am prompt To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel; And from his all-obeying breath to hear

The doom of Egypt.

Thyr. 'Tis your nobleft course.

Wifdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,

No chance may shake it.

My duty on your hand.

Give me grace to lay

Cle. Your Cæfar's father, oft, (giving her hand.) When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in, Beftow'd his lip on that unworthy place, As it rain'd kiffes.

Re-enter ANTONY.

Ant. Why tarries thus my Cleopatra ?-Ha? Favours, by Jove that thunders!

What art thou, fellow?

Thyr. One that but performs

The bidding of the tulleft man, and worthieft
To have command obey'd.

Ant. Approach there: What, have you no ears ? I am

Enter Attendants.

Antony yet-Take hence this Jack, and whip him,
Till, like a boy, you fee him cringe his face,
And whine aloud for mercy: Take him hence,
Thyr. Mark Antony,-

Ant. Tug him away. This Jack of Cæfar's fhall Bear us an errand to him.

[Exeunt Attendants with Thyreus. Cle. O, is it come to this? Wherefore is this? Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, And fay," God quit you," be familiar with My play-fellow, your hand: this kingly feal, And plighter of high hearts!

Re-enter Attendants with THYREUS.

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; 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 stars, that were my former guides, Have empty left their orbs, and fhot their fires,

Into the abyss of hell.

Hence with thy stripes, begone!
Cle. Have you done yet?

Ant. Alack! our terrene moon

Is now eclips'd, and it portends alone

The fall of Antony.

Cle. I muft ftay his time.

[Exit Thyreus

Ant. To flatter Cæfar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points?

Cle. Not know me yet?

Ant. Cold-hearted toward me?

Cle. Ah, dear! if it be fo,

From my cold heart let Heaven engender hail,
And poifon it in the fource, and the firft ftone
Drop in my neck; as it determines, fo
Diffolve my life!

Ant. I am fatisfi'd.

Cæfar will foon fit down in Alexandria ;
I will oppofe his fate. Our force by land
Will nobly hold; our fever'd navy, too,
May knit again, our fleet, threat'ning moft fea-like.
Where haft thou been, my heart? Doft thou hear,
Lady?.

When in the field I enter, and return

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

Cle. That's my brave Lord!

An. I will be treble-finew'd, hearted, breath'd, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ranfom lives Of me for jefts; but now, I'l fet my teeth, And fend to daiknefs all that top me. Come, Let's have one other gaudy night; call to me