Too great an act: for learn this, Silius, better Sofius, More in their officer, than perfon. Which he atchiev'd by th' minute, loft his favour, Ven. I'll humbly fignifie what in his name, Sil. Where is he now ? Ven. He purpofeth to Athens; with what hafte The weight we must convey with's will permit, We fhall appear before him. SCENE Pafs along. II. ROME. [Exeunt. Enter Agrippa at one door, nobarbus at another. Ano. They have dispatcht with Pompey, he is gone, Agr. 'Tis a noble Lepidus. no. A very fine one; oh, how he loves Cæfar! Agr. Agr. Of Antony? oh the Arabian bird! Eno. Would you praife Cæfar? fay, Cæfar! go no further. Agr. Indeed he plied them both with excellent praises. Eno. But he loves Cæfar beft, yet he loves Antony: Hoo! hearts, tongues, figures, fcribes, bards, poets, cannot Think, 'fpeak, caft, write, fing, hoo! his love to Antony. But as for Cæfar, kneel, kneel down, and wonder. Agr. Both he loves. Eno. They are his fhards, and he their beetle. SoThis is to horfe; adieu, noble Agrippa. [Trumpets. Agr. Good fortune, worthy foldier, and farewel. Enter Cæfar, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia. Ant. No farther, Sir. Caf. You take from me a great part of my self: Ant. Make me not offended In your distrust. Caf. I have faid. Ant. You fhall not find, Though you be therein curious, the leaft caufe Caf. Farewel, my deareft fifter, fare thee well; Thy fpirits all of comfort; fare thee well! 08. My noble brother! Ant. The April's in her eyes, it is love's fpring, And these the showers to bring it on; be chearful. 08. Sir, look well to my husband's houfe; and Caf. What, 1 Octavia ? O. I'll tell you in your ear. Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue; the fwan's down-feather, That ftands upon the fwell at full of tide, And neither way inclines. Eno. Will Cæfar weep? Agr. He has a cloud in's face. Eno. He were the worse for that, were he a horse; So is he, being a man. Agr. Why, Enobarbus ? When Antony found Julius Cæfar dead, He cryed almost to roaring: and he wept, When at Philippi he found Brutus flain. Ano. 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 O&avia, You fhall hear from me ftill; the time shall not Ant. Come, Sir, come, I'll wrestle with you in my ftrength of love. Look, here I have you; [Embracing him.] 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! [Kiffes Octavia. [Trumpets found. Exeunt, SCENE III. The Palace in Alexandria. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. Cleo. Where is the fellow? Alex. Half afraid 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. 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. Didft hear her fpeak? is fhe fhrill-tongu'd or low? Cleo. I think fo, Charmian; dull of tongue, and dwarfish. What majefty is in her gate? remember If e'er thou look'dft on majefty. Mef. She creeps; Her motion and her station are as one: Cleo. Is this certain? Mcf. Or I have no obfervance, Cannot make better note. Cleo. He's very knowing, I do perceive't; there's nothing in her yet. Char. Excellent. Cleo. Guess at her years, I pr'ythee. Mef. Madam, fhe was a widow. Mef. And I do think she's thirty. Cleo. Bear'ft thou her face in mind? is't long or round? Mef. Round even to faultinefs. Cleo. For th' moft part too, They're foolish that are fo. Her hair what colour? Mef. Brown, Madam: and her forehead As low as fhe would wifh it. Obfervance is here used for Obfervation. Clee, Cleo. There's gold for thee. Thou must not take my former fharpness ill, Char. A proper man. Cleo. Indeed he is fo; I repent me much That fo I harried him. Methinks by him, This creature's no fuch thing. Char. O nothing, Madam. [Exit Mef. Cleo. The man hath feen fome majefty, and fhould know. Char. Hath he feen majefty? Ifis else defend! And ferving you fo long. Cleo. I've one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian : But 'tis no matter, thoy fhalt bring him to me Where I will write: all may be well enough. Char. I warrant you, Madam. SCENE ĮV. ATHENS. Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that, That were excufable, that and thousands more [Exeunt. New wars 'gainft Pompey; made his will, and read it And when at any time perforce he could not But pay me terms of honour, cold and fickly He vented them; moft narrow measure lent me ; 07. Oh, my good Lord, Believe not all; or if you muft believe, Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady, If this divifion chance, ne'er ftood between Praying for both parts: the good Gods will mock me, Ob blefs my brother! Hufband win, win brother, Ant. Gentle Octavia, Let |