So fawcy with the hand of her here, (what's her name Ant. Tug him away; being whipp'd Bring him again, this jack of Cafar's shall Bear us an errand to him. [Exeunt with Thyrëus. You were half blafted ere I knew you: ha! [To Cleopatra. Have I my pillow left unpreft in Rome, And by a gem of women, to be abus'd Ant. You have been a boggler ever. (Oh mifery on't!) the wife Gods feal our eyes In our own filth, drop our clear judgments, make us To our confufion. Cleo. Oh, is't come to this? Ant. I found you as a morfel cold upon Luxuriously pickt out. For I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, Cleo. Wherefore is this? Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, My play-fellow, your hand; this kingly seal, O that I were Upon the hill of Bafan, to out-roar The horned herd, for I have favage caufe ; A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank For being yare about him. Is he whipp'd? Enter a Servant with Thyrëus. Ser. Soundly, my Lord. Ant. Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd a pardon? Ser. He did afk favour. Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou waft not made his daughter; and be thou forry Thou hast been whipp'd for following him. Henceforth Shake to look on't. Go get thee back to Cæfar, My fpeech, and what is done, tell him he has Hence with thy ftripes, be gone. Cleo. Have you done yet ? [Exit Thyr, Ant. Alack, our terrene moon is now eclips'd, And it portend alone the fall of Antony. Cleo. I must stay his time. Ant. To flatter Cefar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points? Cleo. Not know me yet? Ant. Cold-hearted toward me? From my cold heart let heaven ingender hail, Ant. I'm fatisfied: Cæfar fets down 'fore Alexandria, where I will oppofe his fate. Our force by land Have knit again, and float, threatning most fea-like. To kifs thefe lips, I will appear in blood, and my fword will earn my chronicle: There is hope in it yet. Cleo. That's my brave Lord. Ant. I will be treble-finew'd, hearted, breath'd, 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 'em, and to-night I'll force The wine peep through their fcars. 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 Even with his peftilent fcythe. [Exeunt. Eno. Now he'll out-ftare the lightning; to be furious Is to be frighted out of fear, and in that mood Reftores his heart; when valour preys on reason, [Exit. ACT Cæfar's Camp. Enter Cæfar, with Agrippa, Mecænas, and his Army. Cæfar reading a Letter. Caf. H E calls me boy, and chides as he had power To beat me out of Egypt. My messenger He hath whipt with rods, dares me to perfonal combat, Cæfar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know, He hath many other ways to die: mean time I at this challenge laugh. Mec. Cæfar muft think, When one fo great begins to rage, he's hunted Know that to-morrow the laft of many battels And they have earn'd the wafte. Poor Antony! [Exeunt. SCENE II. The Palace in Alexandria. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, nobarbus, 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's twenty men to one. Ant. To-morrow, foldier, By fea 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? Ant. Well faid, come on: Call forth my houfhold fervants, let's to-night Enter Enter Servants. Be bounteous at our meal. Give me thy hand, Thou hast been rightly honeft; so hast thou, And thou, and thou, and thou: you've ferv'd me well, And Kings have been your fellows. Cleo. What means this? Eno. 'Tis one of those odd freaks which forrow shoots Out of the mind. Ant. And thou art honeft too : I wish I could be made fo many men, 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 fuffer'd my command. Cleo. What does he mean? Eno. To make his followers weep. Ant. Tend me to-night; May be it is the period of your duty, Haply you fhall not fee me more, or if, A mangled fhadow. It may chance to-morrow, You'll ferve another mafter. As one that takes his leave. I look on you, Mine honeft friends, I turn you not away, but like a master Married to your good fervice, ftay 'till death: Eno. What mean you, Sir, To give them this discomfort? look, they weep. Transform us not to women. Ant. Ho, ho, ho: Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus. 1 fpake t'you for your comfort, did defire you To burn this night with torches; know, my hearts, |