Ant. Approach there---ah you Kite! Now gods and devils! Authority melts from me of late. When I cry'd hoa! Like Boys unto a mufs, Kings would start forth, And cry your will. Have you no Ears? I am Antony yet. Take hence this Jack and whip him. Enter a Servant. Eno. 'Tis better playing with a Lion's Whelp, Than with an old one dying. Ant. Moon and Stars! Whip him were twenty of the greateft tributaries Ant. Tug him away; being whipts [Exeunt with Thidias You were half blafted e'er I knew you: Ha! Ant. You have been a Boggler ever, Cleo. Oh, is't come to this? Ant. I found you as a Morfel, cold upon Luxuriously pickt out. For I am fure, Though you can guef's what Temperance fhould be, Cleo. Wherefore is this? Ant. To let a Fellow that will take rewards, And And fay, God quit you, be familiar with My Play-fellow, your hand; this Kingly Seal, Upon the Hill of Bafan, to out-roar O that I were The horned Herd, for I have Savage caufe, A halter'd Neck, which do's the Hangman thank, Ser. Soundly, my Lord. Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd a pardon? Ser. He did ask favour. Ant. If that thy Father live, let him repent Thou waft not made his Daughter; and be thou forry To follow Cafar in his triumph, fince Thou haft been whipp'd, for following him. Henceforth Shake to look on't. Go get thee back to Cafar, When my good Stars, that were my former guides Cleo. Have you done yet? [Exit Thid. Ant. Alack, our Terrene Moon is now Eclips'd, And it portends alone the fall of Antony. Cleo. I muft ftay his time. Ant. To flatter Cafar, would you mingle Eyes With one that ties his points? Cleo. Not know me yet? Ant. Cold-hearted toward me? Cleo. Ah, Dear, if I be fo, From my cold Heart, let Heav'n ingender Hail, VOL. VI. E And And Poifon it in the fource, and the first Stone Ant. I am fatisfied: Cafar fets down in Alexandria, where I will oppofe his Fate. Our Force by Land, Hath nobly held, and fever'd Navy too ` Have knit again, and Float, threatning moft Sea-like. To kifs thefe Lips, I will appear in Blood, Cleo. That's my brave Lord. Ant. I will be treble-finewed, hearted, breath'd, Come, Cleo. It is my Birth-day, I had thought t'have held it poor. But fince my Lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra. Ant. We will yet do well. Cleo. Call all his noble Captains to my Lord. Ant. Do fo, we'll fpeak to them, and to Night I'll force The Wine peep through their Scars. Come on, my Queen There's fap in't yet. The next time I do fight I'll make Death love me: for I will contend [Exeunt. Eno. Now he'll out-ftare the Lightning, to be furious Reftores Reftores his Heart; when Valour preys on Reafon, It eats the Sword it fights with: I will feek Caf. A C T IV. SCENE I. SCENE Cæfar's Camp. [Exit. Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, and Mecenas with his Army, HE Cæfar reading a Letter. E calls me Boy, and chides as he had power I have many other ways to die: mean time Mec. Cafar muft think, When one fo great begins to rage, he's hunted Made good guard for it self. Caf. Let our beft Heads know, That to morrow, the laft of many Battels And feaft the Army, we have ftore to do't, And they have earn'd the wafte. Poor Antony! [Exeunt. SCENE II. Alexandria. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, with others. Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius. Eno. No? Ant. Why fhould he not? Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better Fortune, He is twenty Men to one. Ant. To morrow, Soldier, By Sea and Land I'll fight: or I will live, Or bathe my dying Honour in the Blood, Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well. E 2 Eno. Eno. I'll ftrike, and cry, take all. Ant. Well faid, come on: Call forth my Houfhold Servants, let's to Night; Enter Servants. Be bounteous at our Meal. Give me thy hand, And thou, and thou, and thou: you have ferv'd me well, And Kings have been your Fellows. Cleo. What means this? Eno. Tis one of thofe odd tricks which forrow fhoots Out of the Mind. Men, Ant. And thou art honeft too: An Antony that I might do you fervice, Omnes. The gods forbid ! Ant. Well, my good Fellows, wait on me to Night; Scant not my Cups, and make as much of me As when mine Empire was your Fellow too, And fuffered my command. Cleo. What does he mean? Eno. To make his followers weep. May be it is the period of your duty, Mine honeft Friends, I turn you not away, but like a Master Eno. What mean you, Sir, To give them this difcomfort? Look, you weep, And I, an Aís, am Onion-ey'd; for fhame, Transform us not to Women. Ant. Ho, ho, ho : Now the Witch take me, if I meant it thus. Grace grow where thofe drops fall, my hearty Friends, You take me in too dolorous a fense; For |