Antickt us all. What needs more words? good Night,
Good Antony, your Hand.

Pom. I'll try you on the Shoar.

Ant. And hall, Sir, give's your Hand.

Pom. Oh, Antony, you have my Father's House. But what, we are Friends? Come down into the Boat, Eno. Take heed you fall not,

Men. I'll not on Shoar,

No, to my Cabin-thefe Drums!

Thefe Trumpets, Flutes! what!

Let Neptune hear, we bid aloud farewel

To these great Fellows. Sound and be hang'd, found out.

[Sound a Flourish with Drums.

Eno. Hoo fays a! there's my Cap.

Men. Hoa, noble Captain, come,

[Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I.

SCENE A Camp.

Enter Ventidius in Triumph, the dead Body of Pacorus born before him, Roman Soldiers and Attendants.

Ven, N Pleas'd Fortune does of Marcus Craffus death

[OW darting Parthia art thou ftruck, and now

Make me revenger. Bear the King's Son's Body
Before our Army, thy Pacorus, Orades,

Pays this for Marcus Craffus.

Rom. Noble Ventidius,

Whilft yet with Parthian Blood thy Sword is warm,
The Fugitive Parthians follow. Spurn through Media,

Mefapotamia, and the shelters, whither

The routed fly. So thy grand Captain Antony
Shall fet thee on triumphant Chariots, and
Put Garlands on thy Head.

Ven. Oh Silius, Silius,

I have done enough. A lower Place, note well
May make too great an act. For learn this, Silius,
Better to leave undone, than by our deed

Acquire too high a Fame, when him we ferye's away.
Cefar and Antony have ever won

More

More in their Officer, than Perfon. Sofius,
One of my place in Syria, his Lieutenant,
For quick accumulation of renown,

Which he atchiev'd by th' minute, loft his favour.
Who does i'th' Wars more than his Captain can,
Becomes his Captain's Captain: And Ambition,
The Soldier's Virtue, rather makes choife of lofs
Than gain, which darkens him.

I could do more to do Anthonius good,

But 'twould offend him; and in his offence,
Should my performance perish.

Rom. Thou haft, Ventidius, that, without the which A Soldier and his Sword grants fcarce diftinction: Thou wilt write to Antony.

Ven. I'll humbly fignifie what in his Name, That magical word of War, we have effected, How with his Banners, and his well paid ranks, The ne'er-yet beaten Horfe of Parthia,

We have jaded out o'th' Field.

Rom. Where is he now?

Ven. He purposeth to Athens; whither with what hafte The weight we muft convey with's, will permit:

before him. On there, pass along. [Exeunte

We shall appear before him.

SCENE II. Rome.

Enter Agrippa at one Door, Enobarbus at another.
Agr. What, are the Brothers parted?

Eno. They have dispatcht with Pompey, he is gone,
The other three are Sealing. Octavia weeps
To part from Rome: Cafar is fad, and Lepidus
Since Pompey's Feaft, as Menas fays, is troubled
With the Green-fickness.

Agr. 'Tis a noble Lepidus.

Eno. A very fine one; oh, how he loves Cafar.
Agr. Nay but how dearly he adores Mark Antony.
Eno. Cafar? why he's the Jupiter of Men.
Agr. What's Antony, the god of Jupiter?
Eno. Speak you of Cafar? Oh! the non-pareil!
gr. Oh Antony, oh thou Arabian Bird!

Eno.

Eno. Would you praife Cafar, fay Cafar, go no further. Agr. Indeed he plied them both with excellent praises. Eno. But he loves Cafar beft, yet he loves Antony: Ho! Hearts, Tongues, Figure, Scribes, Bards, Poets, cannot Think, speak, caft, write, fing, number; ho,

His love to Antony. But as for Cafar,

Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder
Agr. Both he loves.

Eno. They are his Shards, and he their Beetle, fo---
This is to Horfe; adieu, noble Agrippa.

[Trumpets.

Agr. Good Fortune worthy Soldier, and farewel.
Enter Cæfar, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia.
Ant. No farther, Sir.

Caf. You take from me a great part of my felf:
Use me well in't. Sifter, prove fuch a Wife
As my thoughts make thee, and as my fartheft Bond
Shall pafs on thy approof. Moft noble Antony,
Let not the piece of Virtue which is fet
Betwixt us, as the cement of our Love,
To keep it builded, be the Ram to batter
The Fortune of it; for better might we
Have lov'd without this mean, if on both parts
This be not cherisht.

Ant. Make me not offended

In your diftruft.

Caf. I have faid.

Ant. You fhall not find,

Though you be therein curious, the leaft caufe
For what you seem to fear, fo the Gods keep you,
And make the Hearts of Romans ferve your ends:
We will here part.

Caf. Farewel, my dearest Sifter, fare thee well,
The Elements be kind to thee, and make

Thy Spirits all of comfort; fare thee well.
Oct. My noble Brother.

Ant. The April's in her Eyes, it is loves fpring,
And these the fhowers to bring it on; be chearful.
Oct. Sir, look well to my Husband's Houfe; and---
Caf. What Octavia.

Oct. I'll tell you in your Ear.

Ant.

Ant. Her Tongue will not obey her Heart, nor can Her Heart inform her Tongue, the Swan's Doun-feather, That ftands upon the Swell at full of tide,

And neither way inclines.

Eno. Will Cafar weep?

Agr. He has a Cloud in's Face.

Eno. He were the worfe for that were he a Horfe; fo is he being a Man.

Agr. Why Enobarbus?

When Antony found Julius Cafar dead,

He cryed almost to roaring: And he wept,

When at Philippi he found Brutus flain.

Eno. That Year indeed, he was troubled with a Rheum,

What willingly he did confound, he wail'd;

Believe't 'till I weep too.

Caf. No, fweet Octavia,

You shall hear from me ftill; the time fhall not

Out-go my thinking on you.

Ant. Come Sir, come,

I'll wrestle with you in my ftrength of love.
Look here I have you; thus I let you go,
And give you to the Gods.

Caf. Adieu, be happy.

Lep. Let all the number of the Stars give Light

To thy fair way.

Caf. Farewel, Farewel.

Ant. Farewel.

SCENE III. Alexandria.

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas,

Cleo. Where is the Fellow?

Alex. Half afeard to come.

Cleo. Go to, go to: Come hither, Sir.

Enter the Meffenger as before.

Alex. Good Majefty, Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you, but when you are well pleas'd.

Cleo. That Herod's Head, I'll have; but how? When Antony is gone, through whom I might command it: Come thou near.

Mef.

Mef. Moft gracious Majefty.

Cleo. Didft thou behold Octavia?

Mef. Ay, dread Queen.

Cleo. Where?

Mef. Madam, in Rome, I lookt her in the face: And faw her led between her Brother, and

Mark Antony.

Cleo. Is the as tall as me?

Mef. She is not, Madam.

Cleo. Didst hear her speak? is the thrill tongu'd or low ?
Mef. Madam, I heard her fpeak, fhe is low voic'd.
Cleo. That's not fo good; he cannot like her long.
Char. Like her? Oh Ifis! 'tis impoffible.

Cleo. I think fo, Charmian; dull of Tongue, and Dwarfish.
What Majefty is in her Gate? remember
If e'er thou look'ft on Majefty.

Mef. She creeps;

Her Motion and her Station are as one:
She fhews a Body, rather than a Life,
A Statue, than a Breather.

Cleo. Is this certain?

Mef. Or I have no observancé.

Char. Three in Egypt cannot make better note.
Cleo. He's very knowing, I do perceiv't,

There's nothing in her yet.

The Fellow has good Judgment.

Char. Excellent.

Cleo. Guefs at her Years, I prethee.
Mef. Madam, fhe was a Widow.
Cleo. Widow? Charmian, hark.
Mef. And I do think he's thirty.

Cleo. Bear'ft thou her Face in Mind? is't long or round?
Mef. Round even to faultinefs.

Cleo. For the moft part too, they are foolish that are fo.

Her Hair what colour?

Mef. Brown, Madam; and her Forehead.

As low as he would with it.

Cleo. There's Gold for thee.

Thou must not take my former Sharpness ill,
I will employ thee back again; I find thee

Moft