Most fit for Bufinefs. Go, make thee ready, Cher. A proper Man. Cleo. Indeed he is fo; I repent me much That fo I harried him. Why methinks by him, Char. Nothing, Madam. Cleo. The Man hath feen fome Majefty, and fhould know. Char. Hath he feen Majefty? Ifis elfe defend! And ferving you fo long. Cleo. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian s But 'tis no matter, thou shalt bring him to me Where I will write; All may be well enough. SCENE IV. [Exeunt. Athens. Enter Antony and Octavia. Ant. Nay, nay Octavia, not only that, New Wars 'gainft Pompey; made his Will, and read it When perforce he could not But pay me terms of Honour, cold and fickly Oct. Oh, my good Lord, Believe not all, or if you must believe, Oh bless my Brother. Husband win, win Brother, Ant. Gentle Octavia, Let your best love draw to that point which feeks VOL, VI. D Beft Beft to preserve it: if I lofe mine Honour, Than yours fo branchlefs. But as you requested, Shall ftain your Brother, make your fooneft hafte Ŏct. Thanks to my Lord, The Jove of Power make me most weak, most weak, Ant. When it appears to you where this begins, Can equally move with them. Provide your going, Enter Enobarbus and Eros. Eno. How now, Friend Eros? Eros. There's ftrange News come, Sir. Eno. What, Man? [Exeunt. Eros, Cefar and Lepidus have made War upon Pompey. Eno. This is old, what is the Succefs? Eros. Cafar having made ufe of him in the Wars 'gainst Pompey; prefently denied him rivality, would not let him partake of the Glory of the Action, and not refting here, accufes him of Letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey. Upon his own appeal feizes him, fo the poor Third is up, 'till death enlarge his Confine. Eno. Then would thou hadst a pair of Chaps no more, and throw between them all the food thou haft, they'll grind the other. Where's Antony? Eros. He's walking in the Garden thus; and spurns The Rush that lyes before him. Crys, Fool Lepidus, And threats the Throat of that his Officer, That murdred Pompey. Eno. Our great Navy's rigg'd. Eros. For Italy and Cefar; more Domitius, My Lord defires you prefently; my News Eno. Eno. 'Twill be naught, but let it be; bring me to Antony." SCENE V. Rome. Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, and Mecenas. Caf Contemning Rome he has done all this, and more, He Caf. I'th' common fhew-place where they exercise, He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he affign'd, In th' Abiliments of the Goddess Ifis Mec. Let Rome be thus inform'd. Audience, Agr. Who queafie with his Infolence already. Will their good Thoughts call from him. Caf. The People know it, And have now receiv'd his Accufations. Agr. Whom do's he accufe? Caf. Cafar, and that having in Sicily Sextus Pompeius fpoil'd, we had not rated him His part o'th' Ifle. Then does he fay, he lent me ·Some fhipping unreftor'd. Laftly he frets That Lepidus of the Triumvirate Should be depos'd, and being that, we detain Agr. Sir, this fhould be answered. Caf. 'Tis done already, and his Messenger gone: I have told him Lepidus was grown too cruel, D 2 That That he his high Authority abus'd, And did deferve his chance. For what I have conquer'd, Demand the like. Mec. He'll never yield to that, Caf. Nor must not then be yielded to in this. Oct. Hail Cafar, and my Lord! hail, most dear Cafar! Oct. You have not call'd me fo, nor have you caufe. Caf. Why haft thou ftoln upon me thus? you came not Like Cafar's Sifter; the Wife of Antony Should have an Army for an Ufher, and The neighs of Horfe to tell of her approach, Long e'er fhe did appear. The Trees by th'way Should have born Men, and expectation fainted Longing for what it had not. Nay, the duft Should have afcended to the Roof of Heav'n, Rais'd by your populous Troops: But you are come A Market-maid to Rome, and have prevented The oftentation of our love; which left unfhewn,, Is often left unlov'd; we fhould have met you. By Sea, and Land, fupplying every Stage With an augmented greeting. Oct. Good, my Lord, To come thus was I not conftrain'd, but did it Caf. Which foon he granted, Being an abstract 'tween his Luft, and him. Caf. I have Eyes upon him, And his Affairs come to me on the Wind: Where is he now? Oct. My Lord, in Athens. Caf. No, my moft wronged Sifter, Cleopatra Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his Empire The The Kings o'th' Earth for War. He hath affembled, Of Paphlagonia: The Thracian King Adallas, That have my Heart parted betwixt two Friends, Caf. Welcome hither; Your Letters did with-hold our breaking forth Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome: Of us, and thofe that love you. Be of comfort, Agr. Welcome Lady. Mec. Welcome, dear Madam, Each Heart in Rome does love and pity you, Only th' adulterous Antony, most large In his Abominations, turns you off, And gives his potent Regiment to a Trul! Oct. Is it fo, Sir? Cef. Moft certain: Sifter, welcome; pray you Be ever known to patience. My dear'ft Sifter. SCENE VI. Actium. Enter Cleopatra, and Enorbarbus. Cleo. I will be even with thee; doubt it not. Eno. But why, why, why? Ꭰ ; [Exeunt. Cleo. |