Dealt on Lieutenantry, and no practice had

In the brave fquares of War; yet now no matter

Cleo. Ah ftand by.

Eros. The Queen, my Lord, the Queen

Iras. Go to him, Madam, fpeak to him,

He is unqualited with very fhame.

Cleo. Well then, fuftain me: Oh!

Eros. Most noble Sir, arife, the Queen approaches,

Her Head's declin'd, and Death will feize her, but Your comfort makes the rescue.

Ant. I have offended Reputation;

A moft unnoble fwerving.

Eros. Sir, the Queen.

Ant. O whither haft thou led me, Egypt? fee How I convey my fhame, out of thine Eyes, By looking back, on what I have left behind Stroy'd in difhonour.

Cleo. Oh, my Lord, my Lord;

Forgive my fearful Sails, I little thought
You would have followed.

Ant. Egypt, thou knew'ft too well,

My Heart was to thy Rudder ty'd by th' ftrings,
And thou should'ft towe me after. O'er my Spirit
The full Supremacy thou knew'ft, and that

Thy beck, might from the bidding of the Gods
Command me.

Cleo. Oh, my pardon.

Ant. Now muft J

To the young Man fend humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the shifts of lowness, who,

With half the bulk o'th' World play'd as I pleas'd,
Making, and marring Fortunes. You did know
How much you were my Conquerour, and that
My Sword, made weak by my Affection, would
Obey it on all caufe.

Cleo. Pardon, pardon.

Ant. Fall not a Tear, I fay, one of them rates
All that is won and loft: Give me a Kifs,
Even this repays.

We fent our Schoolmafter, is he come back?
Love I am full of Lead; fome Wine

Within there, and our Viands: Fortune knows,

We scorn her moft, when moft fhe offers blows. [Exeunt.

SCENE VII. Cæfar's Camp.

Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Thidias, with others. Caf. Let him appear that's come from Antony. Know you him?

Dol. Cafar, 'tis his Schoolmafter,

An argument that he is pluckt, when hither
He fends fo poor a Pinnion of his Wing,
Which had fuperfluous Kings for Meffengers,
Not many Moons gone by.

Enter Ambafador from Antony.

Caf. Approach, and speak.

Amb. Such as I am, I come from Antony :

I was of late as petty to his ends,

As is the Morn-dew on the Myrtle Leaf
To his grand Sea.

Cef. Be't fo, declare thine Office.

Amb. Lord of his Fortunes he falutes thee, and
Requires to live in Egypt; which not granted
He leffens his Requefts, and to thee fúes
To let him breath between the Heav'ns and Earth
A private Man in Athens: this for him.
Next, Cleopatra does confefs thy greatness :
Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves
The Circle of the Ptolomies for her Heirs,
Now hazarded to thy Grace.

Caf. For Antony,

I have no Ears to his Requeft. The Queen,
Of Audience, nor Defire shall fail, so she
From Egypt drive her all-difgraced Friend,
Or take his Life there. This, if the perform,
She fhall not fue unheard. So to them both.
Amb. Fortune purfue thee.

Caf. Bring him through the Bands: [Exit Ambassador.
To try thy Eloquence, now 'tis time, difpatch,
From Antony win Cleopatra, promise

[To Thidias,

And in our Name, when fhe requires, add more
From thine invention, offers. Women are not

In their best Fortunes ftrong; but want will perjure
The ne'er touch'd Veftal. Try thy cunning, Thidias,
Make thine own Edi& for thy pains, which we
Will answer as a Law.

Thid. Cafar, I go.

Caf. Obferve how Antony becomes his flaw, And what thou thinkeft his very Action speaks In every power that moves.

Thid. Cafar, I fhall.

[Exeunt.

Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, and Iras. Cleo. What fhall we do, Enobarbus?

Eno. Think, and dye.

Cleo. Is Antony, or we in fault for this?
Eno. Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his Reason. What though you fled,
From that great face of War, whofe feveral ranges
Frighted each other? Why should he follow?
The itch of his Affection fhould not then
Have nickt his Captainship, at such a point,
When half to half the World oppos'd, he being
The meer question. Tis a flame no lefs
Than was his lofs, to courfe your flying Flags,
And leave his Navy gazing.

Cleo. Prithee peace.

Enter Antony, with the Ambafador.

Ant. Is this his Answer?

Amb. Ay, my Lord.

Ant. The Queen fhall then have courtefie,

So fhe will yield us up.

Amb. He fays fo.

Ant. Let her know't.

To the Boy Cafar fend this grizled Head,

And he will fill thy wishes to the brim,,

With Principalities.

Cleo. That Head, my Lord?

Ant. To him again, tell him he wears the Rofe

Of youth upon him; from which, the World should note

Something particular; his Coyn, Ships, Legions,

May

May be a Coward's, whofe Minifters would prevail
Under the fervice of a Child, as foon

As i'th' Command of Cafar. I dare him therefore
To lay his gay comparisons apart,

And anfwer me declin'd, Sword against Sword,
Our felves alone; I'll write it, follow me.

[Exit Antony.

Eno. Yes, like enough: hye-battel'd Cafar will
Unftate his happinefs, and be Stag'd to th' fhew
Against a Sworder. I fee Mens judgments are
A parcel of their Fortunes, and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them
To fuffer all alike. That he should dream,
Knowing all measures, the full Cafar will
Answer his emptinefs; Cafar thou haft fubdu'd
His judgment too.

Enter a Servant.
Ser. A Meffenger from Cefar.

Cleo. What no more Ceremony? See my Women,
Against the blown Rofe may they ftop their Nofe,
That kneel'd unto the Buds. Admit him, Sir.

Eno. Mine honefty, and I, begin to fquare;
The Loyalty well held to Fools, does make
Our Faith meer Folly: yet he that can endure
To follow with Allegiance a fall'n Lord,
Do's conquer him that did his Mafter conquer,
And earns a place i'th' Story:

Cleo. Cafar's Will.

Thid. Hear it apart.

Enter Thidias.

Cleo. None but Friends; fay boldly.
Thid. So haply are they Friends to Antony.
Eno. He needs as many, Sir, as Cafar has;
Or needs not us. If Cafar pleafe, our Master
Will leap to be his Friend: For as you know,
Whose he is, we are, and that is Cafar's.

Thid. So. Thus then thou most renown'd, Cafar intreats Not to confider in what cafe thou ftand'f

Further than he is Cafar.

Cleo. Go on, right Royal.

Thid. He knows that you embrace not Antony

As you did love, but as you feared him.

Cleo. Oh!

Thid. The fears upon your Honour, therefore he Do's pity, as conftrained blemishes,

Not as deferved.

Cleo. He is a god, and knows what is most right. Mine Honour was not yielded, but conquer'd meerly. Eno. To be fure of that, I will ask Antony.

Sir, Sir, thou art fo leaky

That we must leave thee to thy finking, for
Thy deareft quit thee.

Thid. Shall I fay to Cafar,

What you require of him: for he partly begs

[Afide.

[Exit Eno.

To be defir'd to give. It much would please him,
That of his Fortunes you should make a Staff

To lean upon. But it would warm his Spirits,
To hear from me you had left Antony,

And put your felf under his Shrowd, the univerfal Landlord.
Cleo. What's your Name?

Thid. My Name is Thidias.

Cleo. Moft kind Meffenger;

Say to great Cefar this in difputation,

I kifs his conqu❜ring Hand: Tell him, I am prompt
To lay my Crown at's Feet, and there to kneel.
Tell him that from his all-obeying breath,

I hear the doom of Ægypt.

Thid. 'Tis your nobleft course : Wisdom and Fortune combating together,

If that the former dare but what it can,

No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your Hand.

Cleo. Your Cafar's Father oft,

When he hath mus'd of taking Kingdoms in,
Beftow'd his Lips on that unworthy place,

As it rain'd Kiffes.

Enter Antony, and Enobarbus.

Ant. Favours! by Jove that thunders,

What art thou Fellow?

Thid. One that but performs

[Seeing Thidias kifs her Hand,

The bidding of the fulleft Man, and worthiest

To have command obey'd.

Eno. You will be whipp'd.

Ant