Like perfect honour. Ant. You'll heat my Blood; no more. Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly. Cleo. And Target. Still he mends. But this is not the beft. Look prithee, Charmian; How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his Chafe. Ant. I'll leave you, Lady. Cleo. Courteous Lord, one word: And I am all forgotten. Ant. But that your Royalty Holds Idlenefs your fubject, I fhould take you Cleo. 'Tis fweating labour, To bear fuch Idlenefs fo near the Heart And all the Gods go with you. Upon your Sword Ant. Let us go. Come: Our feparation fo abides and flies, Away. [Exeunt Enter Octavius Cæfar reading a Letter, Lepidus, and Attendants. Caf. You may fee, Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Cafar's natural Voice, to hate One great Competitor. From Alexandria This is the News; he fishes, drinks, and wastes The Lamps of Night in revels; Is not more Manlike B Than Than Cleopatra; nor the Queen of Ptolemy Lep. I muft not think There are Evils enough to darken all his Goodness; Caf. You are too indulgent. Let's grant it is To reel the Streets at Noon, and ftand the Buffet Whom these things cannot blemish, yet muft Antany Enter a Meffenger. Lep. Here's more News. Mef. Thy biddings have been done, and every hour, Moft noble Cafar, fhalt thou have report How 'tis abroad. Pompey is ftrong at Sea, And it appears, he is belov'd of those Caf. I fhould have known no less, And And the ebb'd Man, ne'er lov'd 'till ne'er worth love, Mef. Cafar, I bring thee word, Menecrates and Menas, famous Pirates, Make the Sea ferve them, which they ear and wound Lack Blood to think on't, and flesh youth to revolt, Caf. Antony, Leave thy lafcivious Vaffals. When thou once Did famine follow, whom thou fought'ft against, Yea, like the Stag, when Snow the Pafture sheets, The Barks of Trees thou browfed'ft. On the Alps, Lep. 'Tis pity of him. Caf. Let his fhames quickly Drive him to Rome, 'tis time we twain Did fhew our felves i'th' Field, and to that end Thrives in our Idlenefs. Lep. To morrow, Cafar, I fhall be furnish'd to inform you rightly, B 2 Caf Caf. 'Till which encounter, it is my Bufinefs too. Farewel Lep. Farewel my Lord, what you shall know mean time Of ftirs abroad, I fhall befeech you, Sir, To let me be partaker. Caf. Doubt not, Sir, I knew it for my Bond. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Alexandria. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian. Cleo. Charmian. Char. Madam. Cleo. Ha, ha-give me to drink Mandragoras. Cleo. That I might fleep out this great gap My Antony is away. Char. You think of him too much. Cleo. O'tis Treason. Char. Madam, I trust not fo. Cleo. Thou, Eunuch, Mardian? Mar. What's your Highness pleasure? of time, Cleo. Not now to hear thee fing. I take no pleasure Cleo. Indeed? Mar. Not in deed, Madam, for I can do nothing But what indeed is honeft to be done: Yet have I fierce Affections, and think What Venus did with Mars. Cleo. Oh Charmian! Where think'ft thou he is now? Stands he, or fits he? Oh happy Horse to bear the weight of Antony! And Burgonet of Man. He's fpeaking now. And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Cafar, Enter Alexas. Alex. Soveraign of Ægypt, hail. Cleo. How much art thou unlike Mark Antony? | How goes it with my brave Mark Antony? This orient Pearl. His Speech fticks in my Heart. Alex. Good Friend, quoth he, Say the firm Roman to great Ægypt fends Her opulent Throne, with Kingdoms. All the Eaft, Cleo. What, was he fad or merry? Alex. Like to the time o'th' Year, between the extreams Of hot and cold, he was not fad nor merry. Cleo. Oh well divided difpofition; note him, Note him good Charmian, 'tis the Man; but note him, So do's it no Man elfe. Met'ft thou my Pofts? Cleo. Who's born that day, When I forget to fend to Antony, B 3 Shall |