Is all afraid to govern thee near him: But he alway is noble. Say to Ventidius, I would fpeak 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.. Lep. Trouble your felf no farther: pray you haften Your Generals after. Agr. Sir, Mark Antony will e'en but kiss 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 fhorter, 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 pour Down thy ill-uttering throat. Mef. Good Madam, hear me. But there's no goodness in thy face. If Antony VOL. VI. Mef. 1 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, 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 shall talk before we fight. Caf. Most 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, And carry back to Sicily much tall youth, Pom. To you all three, The Senators alone of this great World, With the arm'd reft, Courtiers of beauteous freedom, Hath made me rig my Navy. At whofe burthen, Caf. Take your time, Ant. Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy Sails, We'll speak with thee at Sea. At Land thou know'ft How much we do o'er-count thee. Pem. At Land indeed Thou doft o'er-count me of my Father's House. Remain in't as thou may'st. Lep. Be pleas'd to tell us, For this is from the prefent now you talk, The offers we have fent you Caf. There's the point. Ant. Which do not be intreated to, but weigh What it is worth embrac'd. Caf. And what may follow To try a larger Fortune. Pom. You have made me offer Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must Rid all the Sea of Pirates; then to fend Measures of Wheat to Rome: this 'greed upon, Our Targets undinted. Omnes. That's our offer. Pom. Know then I came before you here, a Man Ant. I have heard it, Pompey, And am well ftudied for a liberal thanks," Which I do owe you. Pom. Let me have your Hand: I did not think, Sir, to have met you here, Ant. Ant. The Beds i'th' Eaft are foft, and thanks to you, That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither: For I have gain'd by't. Caf. Since I faw you laft, There is a change upon you. Pom. Well, I know not, What counts hard Fortune cafts upon my face, Lep. Well met here. Pom. I hope fo, Lepidus, thus we are agreed: I crave our compofition may be written And feal'd between us. Caf. That's the next to do. Pom. We'll feaft each other, e'er we part, and let's Draw lots who fhall begin, Ant. That will I, Pompey. Pom. No, Antony, take the lot: But firft or laft, your fine Egyptian Cookery Ant. You have heard much. Eno. A certain Queen to Cafar in a Mattrice. Pom. Let me fhake thy hand, I never hated thee: I have feen thee fight, When I have envied thy behaviour. Eno. Sir, I never lov'd you much, but I ha' prais'd ye, When you have well deferv'd ten times as much, As I have faid you did. Pom. Injoy thy plainness, It nothing ill becomes thee: Aboard |