Shall die a Beggar. Ink and Paper, Charmian. Char. Oh that brave Cafar! Cleo. Be choak'd with fuch another Emphasis, Say the brave Antony. Char. The valiant Cafar. Cleo. By Ifis, I will give thee bloody Teeth, If thou with Cafar Paragon again My Man of Men. Char. By your moft gracious Pardon, I Sing but after you. Cleo. My Sallad Days, When I was green in Judgment, cold in Blood, Get me Ink and Paper, He fhall have every Day feveral greetings, or I'll unpeople Æpypt. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. SCENE in Sicily. Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas. F the Pom The Deeds of jufteft Men. great Gods be juft, they shall affift Mene. Know, worthy Pompey, That which they do delay, they not deny. Pom. While we are Suitors to their Throne, decays The thing we fue for. Mene. We, ignorant of our felves, Beg often our own harms, which the wife Powers By lofing of our Prayers. Pom. I fhall do well: The People love me, and the Sea is mine; My Powers are Crefcent, and my auguring hope No No Wars without Doors. Cafar gets Mony where Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves, Mene. Cafar and Lepidus are in the Field, Pom. Where have you this? 'Tis false. Pom. He dreams; I know they are in Rome together Let Withcraft join with Beauty; Luft with both, How now Varrius? Ester Varrius. Var. This is most certain, that I fhall deliver: Expected. Since he went from Egypt, 'tis Pom. I could have given less matter A better Ear. Menas, I did not think This amorous Surfeiter would have donn'd his Helm Is twice the other twain: But let us rear Mene. I cannot hope, Cafar and Antony fhall well greet together: His Brother warr'd upon him, although I think' Not mov'd by Antony. Pom. I know not, Menas, How leffer Enmities may give way to greater. 'Twere pregnant they should square between themselves; For they have entertained caufe enough B 4 Το To draw their Swords; but how the fear of us SCENE II. Rome. Enter Enobarbus and Lepidus. Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, And shall become you well, to intreat your Captain Eno. I fhall entreat him To answer like himfelf; if Cafar move him, And fpeak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter, Were I the wearer of Antonio's Beard, I would not shave't to day. Lep. 'Tis not a time for private Stomaching. [Exeunt. Eno. Every time ferves for the matter that is then born in't Eno. Not if the fmall come firft, Lep. Your Speech is paffion; but pray you ftir No Embers up. Here comes the noble Antony." Enter Antony and Ventidius. Eno. And yonder Cafar. Enter Cæfar, Mecenas, and Agrippa. Caf. I do not know; Mecanas, ask Agrippa. That which combin'd us was moft great, and let not When we debate Our trivial difference loud, we do commit Murther in healing Wounds. Then noble Partners, Touch you the fowreft points with fweeteft terms, Ant. Ant. 'Tis fpoken well: Were we before our Armies and to fight, I should do thus. [Flourish. Caf. Sit. Ant. Sit, Sir. Caf. Nay then. Ant. I learn you take things ill, which are not fo: 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 Ant. My being in Egypt, Cafar, what was't to you? t Ant. How intend you, practis'd? Caf. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent, By what did here befal me. Your Wife and Brother Made wars upon me, and their contestation Was Theam for you, you were the word of war. Ant. You do miftake your bufinefs, my Brother never Did urge me in his A&; I did inquire it, And have my learning from fome true reports And make the wars alike againft my Stomach, It must not be with this. Caf. You praise your felf, by laying defects of judgment to me but you patch up your excufes. Ant. Not fo, not fo: I know you could not lack, I am certain on't, Very neceffity of this thought, that I Your Partner in the caufe 'gainst which he fought, Could Could not with graceful Eyes attend those Wars Eno. Would we had all fuch Wives, that the Men might go to Wars with the Women. Ant. So much uncurbable, her Garboiles Cafar Caf. I wrote to you, When rioting in Alexandria you Did pocket up my Letters: and with taunts 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 speak, The Honour is Sacred which he talks on now, Suppofing that I lackt it: but on, Cafar, The Article of my Oath. 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 So |