Is all afraid to govern thee near him : But he alway is noble. Ant. Get thee gone: Say to Ventidius, I would speak with him. [Exit Sooth. He hath spoken true. The very Dice obey him, You must to Parthia, your Commiffion's ready: [Exeunt. Enter Lepidus, Mecenas, and Agrippa. Agr. Sir, Mark Antony will e'en but kifs Octavia, and we'll follow. Lep. 'Till I fhall fee you in your Soldier's dress, Which will become you both, Farewel. Mec. We fhall, as I conceive the Journey, be At the Mount before you Lepidus. Lep. Your way is shorter, My purposes do draw me much about, You'll win two Days upon me. Both. Sir, good fuccefs, Lep. Farewel. [Exeunt. Alexandria. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras and Alexas. Cleo. Give me fome Mufick: Mufick, moody food Of us that trade in love. Omnes. The Mufick, hoa! Enter Mardian the Eunuch. Cleo. Let it alone, let's to Billiards: come Charmian. As As with a Woman. Come, you'll play with me, Sir? Cleo. And when good will is fhewed, though't come too short, And fay, ah, ha; you're caught. Char. 'Twas merry when you wager'd on your Angling, when your diver did hang a falt Fish on his hook, which he with fervency drew up. Cleo. That time! Oh times! →→→→→→ I laught him out of patience, and that night Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine Ears, Cleo. Antony's dead; If thou fay fo, Villain, thou kill'ft thy Mistress: There is Gold, and here My bleweft Veins to kifs: a hand that Kings Have lipt, and trembled kiffing. Mef. First, Madam, he is well. Cleo. Why there's more Gold. But, Sirrah, mark, we ufe To fay, the dead are well: bring me to that, The Gold I give thee, will I melt and Down thy ill-uttering throat. Mef. Good Madam, hear me. pour But there's no goodness in thy face. If Antony Thou fhould'ft come like a Fury crown'd with Snakes, VOL. VI. Mef. Mef. Wilt please you hear me? Cleo. I have a mind to ftrike thee e'er thou speak'ft; Or Friends with Cafar, or not Captain to him, Mef. Madam, he's well. Cleo. Well faid. Mef. And Friends with Cafar. Cleo. Thou'rt an honeft Man. Mef. Cafar, and he, are greater Friends than ever. Mef. But yet, Madam Cleo. I do not like but yet, it do's allay Some monftrous Malefactor. Prithee, Friend, The good and bad together: he's Friends with Cafar, Cleo. For what good turn? Mef. For the beft 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 spurn thine Eyes [She hales him up and down. Thou shalt be whipt with Wyre, and ftew'd in Brine, Smarting in lingring pickle. Mef. Gracious Madam, I, that do bring the News, made not the match. Thy Thy modesty can beg. Mef. He's married, Madam. Cleo. Rogue, thou haft liv'd too long. [Draws a Dagger. Mef. Nay then I'll run: What mean you, Madam, I have made no fault. [Exit. Char. Good Madam, keep your felf within your self, The Man is innocent. Cleo. Some Innocents fcape not the Thunderbolt : Cleo. I will not hurt him, Thefe Hands do lack Nobility, that they ftrike 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 thou 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, would thou didft: So half my Egypt were fubmerg'd, and made Cleo. He is married? Mef. Take no offence, that I would not offend To punish me for what you make me do, Seems much unequal: he's married to Octavia. you; Cleo. Oh that his fault fhould make a Knave of thee, That art not what thou art fure of. Get thee hence, The Merchandifes which thou haft brought from Rome, Are all too dear for me: Lye they upon thy hand, and be undone by 'em. [Exit Mef. Cleo. In praifing Antony, I have difprais'd Cafar. Cleo. I am paid for't now: lead me from hence, I faint; oh Iras, Charmian! 'tis no matter. Go to the Fellow, good Alexas, bid him The colour of her Hair. Bring me word quickly. Bring me word, how tall fhe is: pity me, Charmian, SCENE The Coaft of Italy, near IV. 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 fhall talk before we fight. Caf. Moft meet That firft we come to words, and therefore have we Our written purposes before us fent, Which if thou haft confidered, let us know, If 'twill tie up thy difcontented Sword, Pom. To you all three, The Senators alone of this great World, |