Let your best love draw to that point which seeks I lose my self; better I were not yours, Than yours fo branchlefs. But as you requested, Shall ftrain your brother; make your fooneft haste, Ót. Thanks to my Lord, The Jove of power make me, although most weak, way; Ant. When it appears to you where this begins, 1 Your heart has mind to. Enter Enobarbus and Eros. Eno. How now, friend Eros? Eros. There's ftrange news come, Sir. Eno. What, man? Eros. Cæfar and Lepidus have made war On Pompey Eno. This is old; what's the fuccefs? Eros. Cæfar having made ufe of him i'th' wars 'Gainft Pompey, prefently denied him rivalty: Would not let him partake of the glory of them; Which he had formerly written to Pompey. Upon his own appeal he feizes him, So the poor third is up, 'till death inlarge [Exeunt. En. Then, World! thou haft a pair of chaps, no more: And throw between them all the food thou haft, They'll grind each other. Where is Antony? Eros. He's walking in the garden thus; and fpurns. The rush that lyes before him. Crys, Fool Lepidus! VOL. VII. Bb And And threats the throat of that his officer That murder'd Pompey. Eno. Our great navy's rigg'd. Eros. For Italy and Cæfar; more, Domitius, no. "Twill be naught, But let it be; bring me to Antony. Eros. Come, Sir. SCENE V. [Exeunt. The Palace in Rome. Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, and Mecænas. Caf. Contemning Rome, he has done all this, and more, Since then hath made between them. Unto her Abfolute Queen. Mec. This in the publick eye? Caf. I'th' common fhew-place where they exercise. His fons were there proclaim'd the Kings of Kings; Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy affign'd Syria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia : she In the habiliments of the Goddess Ifis That day appear'd, and oft before gave audience, As 'tis reported, fo. Mec. Let Rome be thus Inform'd; who, queafie with his infolence Agr. Whom does he accufe? Caf. Cæfar, for 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 That That Lepidus of the triumvirate Should be depos'd; and being, that we detain All his revenue. Agr. Sir, this should be anfwer'd, Caf. 'Tis done already, and his messenger gone: I told him Lepidus was grown too cruel, That he his high authority abus'd, And did deferve his change. For what I've conquer'd, I grant him part; but then in his Armenia, And other of his conquer'd kingdoms, I Demand the like. Mec. He'll never yield to that. Caf. Nor muft he then be yielded to in this. Oft. Hail, Cæfar, and my Lord! hail, most dear Cæfar! Caf. That eyer I should call thee cast-away! O. You have not call'd me fo, nor have you cause. Caf. Why haft thou ftol'n upon me thus ? you come not Like Cæfar's fifter; the wife of Antony Should have an army for an ufher, and The neighs of horse to tell of her approach, Oct. Good my Lord, To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did it Caf. Which foon he granted, Being an obftruct 'tween his luft and him. Oft. Do not say fo, my Lord. Bb 2 Caf. Caf. I have eyes upon him, And his affairs come to me on the wind: Where is he now ? O. My Lord, he is in Athens. Caf. No, my moft wronged fifter; Cleopatra Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire Up to a whore, who now are levying The Kings o' th' earth for war. He hath affembled Bocchus the King of Lybia, Archelaus Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian King Adallas, 08. Ah me moft wretched, 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; Oct. Is it fo, Sir? Caf. Caf. It is most certain: fifter, welcome; pray you Be ever known to patience. My dear'ft fifter! SCENE VI. ACTIUM. Enter Cleopatra, and nobarbus. Cleo. I will be even with thee, doubt it not. [Exeunt. Cleo. Thou haft befpoke my being in these wars ; And fay'ft it is not fit. Eno. Well; is it, is it? Cleo. Is't not denounc'd against us? why fhould not we Be there in perfon? Eno. Well I could reply; If we should serve with horfe and mares together, Cleo. What is't you say? Eno. Your prefence needs muft puzzle Antony; Take from his heart, take from his brain, from's time, What fhould not then be fpar'd. He is already Traduc'd for levity, and 'tis said in Rome, That Photinus an eunuch, and your maids, Manage this war. Cleo. Sink Rome, and their tongues rot That speak against us! A charge we bear i'th' war, Appear there for a man. I will not stay behind. Speak not against it, Enter Antony and Canidius. Eno. Nay, I have done : Here comes the Emperor. Ant. Is't not ftrange, Canidius, That from Tarentum, and Brundufium, He could fo quickly cut th' Ionian Sea, And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, sweet? Cleo. Celerity is never more admir'd Than by the negligent. Ant. A good rebuke, Which might have well becom'd the best of men Will fight with him by fea. Bb 3 Clev |