Is all afraid to govern thee near him:

But he alway is noble.
Ant. Get thee gone:

Say to Ventidius, I would fpeak with him.
He fhall to Parthia, be it art, or hap,

[Exit Sooth.

He hath spoken true. The very Dice obey him,
And in our fports my better cunning faints,
Under his chance; if we draw lots, he speeds,
His Cocks do win the Battel, still of mine,
When it is all to naught: and his Quailes ever
Beat mine, in hoop'd, at odds. I will to Ægypt;
And though I make this marriage for my peace,
I'th' Eaft my pleasure lies. Oh come, Ventidius,
Enter Ventidius.

You must to Parthia, your Commiffion's ready:
Follow me and receive't.

[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.
Char. My arm is fore, best play with Mardian.
Cleo. As well a Woman with an Eunuch play'd,

As

As with a Woman. Come, you'll play with me, Sir?
Mar. As well as I can, Madam.

Cleo. And when good will is fhewed, though't come too short,
The A&tor may plead pardon. I'll none now,
Give me mine Angle, we'll to th' River, there
My Mufick playing far off, I will betray
Tawny-fin Fishes, my bended hook shall pierce
Their flimy jaws; and, as I draw them up,
I'll think them every one an Antony,

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
I laught him into patience, and next morn,
E'er the ninth hour I drunk him to his bed:
Then put my Tires and Mantles on him, whilft
I wore his Sword Philippan. Oh from Italy.
Enter a Messenger.

Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine Ears,
That long time have been barren.
Mef. Madam! Madam!

Cleo. Antony's dead;

If thou fay fo, Villain, thou kill'ft thy Mistress:
But well and free, if thou fo yield him.

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.
Cleo. Well, go to, I will:

But there's no goodness in thy face. If Antony
Be free and healthful; Why fo tart a favour
To trumpet fuch good tidings? If not well,
Thou fhould'ft come like a Fury crown'd with Snakes,
Not like a formal Man.

VOL. VI.

Mef.

1

Are all too dear for me:

Lye they upon thy hand, and be undone by 'em. [Exit Mef.
Char. Good your Highness patience.

Cleo. In praifing Antony, I have difprais'd Cafar.
Char. Many times, Madam.

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
Report the feature of Odavia, her years,
Her inclination, let him not leave out

The colour of her Hair. Bring me word quickly.
Let him for ever go-let him not, Charmian,
Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
The other way's a Mars. Bid you Alexas

Bring me word, how tall fhe is: pity me, Charmian,
But do not fpeak to me. Lead me to my Chamber. [Exeunt.

SCENE

The Coaft of Italy, near

IV.
Mifenum.

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,
That elfe muft perish here.

Pom. To you all three,

The Senators alone of this great World,
Chief Factors for the gods. I do not know,
Wherefore my Father fhould revengers want,
Having a Son and Friends; fince Julius Cafar,
Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghofted,
There faw you labouring for me. What was't
That mov'd pale Caffius to confpire? And what
Made the all-honour'd, honeft Roman Brutus,

With the arm'd reft, Courtiers of beauteous freedom,
To drench the Capitol, but that they would
Have one Man but a Man; and that is it

Hath made me rig my Navy. At whofe burthen,
The anger'd Ocean foams, with which I meant
To scourge th' ingratitude, that defpiteful Rome
Caft on my Noble Father.

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.
But fince the Cuckoo builds not for himself,

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,
To part with unhackt edges, and bear back
Το

Our Targets undinted.

Omnes. That's our offer.

Pom. Know then I came before you here, a Man
Prepar'd, to take this offer. But, Mark Antony,
Put me to fome impatience: though I lofe
The praife of it by telling, You must know
When Cafar and your Brother were at blows,
Your Mother came to Sicily, and did find
Her welcome friendly.

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,
But in my bofom fhe fhall never come,
To make my Heart a Vaffal.

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
Shall have the fame, I have heard that Julius Cafar
Grew fat with feafting there.

Ant. You have heard much.
Pom. I have fair meaning, Sir.
Ant. And fair words to them.
Pom. Then fo much have I heard.
And I have heard Apollodorus carried-
Eno. No more of that: he did fo.
Pom. What, I pray you?

Eno. A certain Queen to Cafar in a Mattrice.
Pom, I know thee now, how far'ft thou, Soldier?
Eno. Well, and well am like to do, for I perceive
Four Feasts are toward.

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:

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