Thy beck might from the bidding of the Gods Cleo. Oh, my pardon ! Ant. Now I must To the young man fend humble treaties, dodge With half the bulk o' th' world play'd as I pleas'd, Cleo. Oh! 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 me. We fent our schoolmaster, Is he come back? Love, I am full of lead; Some wine there, and our viands: fortune knows, We scorn her moft, when moft the offers blows. SCENE IX. Cæfar's Camp. Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Thyrëus, with others, Caf. Let him appear that's come from Antony. Know you him? Dol. Cæfar, 'tis his schoolmafter, An argument that he is pluckt, when hither 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 the grand fea. Caf. Be't fo, declare thine office. Amb, Lord of his fortunes he falutes thee, and To let him breathe between the heav'ns and earth [Exeunt. Submits Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves I have no ears to his requeft. The Queen Of audience nor defire fhall fail, fo fhe From Egypt drive her all-difgraced friend, Caf. Bring him through the bands. [Exit Ambassador. [To Thyrëus. And in our name; when the requires, add more As thine invention offers. Women are not In their best fortunes ftrong; but want will perjure Thyr. Cæfar, I go. Caf, Obferve how Antony becomes his flaw, And what thou think'st his very action speaks In every power that moves. Thyr. Cafar, I fhall. [Exeunt. SCENE X. ALEXANDRIA. Enter Cleopatra, Cleo. What fhall we do, Eno. Drink, and die.* Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this? no. Antony only, that would make his will Lord of his reafon. What although you fled From that face of great whofe feveral ranges Frighted each other? why should he follow you? The itch of his affection fhould not then war, This reply of Enobarbus teems grounded upon a particularity in the conduct of Antony and Cleopatri which is related by Plutarch: that after their defeat at Aum they instituted a fociety of friends who enter'd into engagement to die with them, not abating in the mean time any part of that luxury, excefs, and riot, in which they had lived before. Have nickt his captainfhip at fuch a point, Enter Antony, with the Ambassador. Ant. Is that his answer? Amb. Ay, my Lord. Ant. The Queen Shall then have courtefie, fo fhe will yield Us up. Amb. My Lord, he says fo. Ant. Let her know't. To the boy Cæfar fend this grizled head, 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 coin, fhips, legions, May be a coward's, whofe minifters would prevail Under the fervice of a child, as foon As i' th' command of Cæfar. I dare him therefore And answer me declin'd, fword against fword, Our felves alone; I'll write it, follow me. [Exit Antony, Enter a Servant. Ser. A meffenger from Cæfar. Cleo. What, no more ceremony? fee, my women Against the blown rofe may they stop their nose, VOL, VII, Cc That That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, Sir. Eno. Mine honesty and I begin to fquare ; Cleo. Cafar's will? Thyr. Hear it apart. Enter Thyrëus. Cleo. None here but friends; fay boldly. Thus then, thou moft renown'd; Cæfar intreats Cleo. Go on; right royal. Thyr. He knows that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him. Cleo. Oh! Thyr. The fears upon your honour therefore he Do's pity, as conftrained blemishes, Not as deferv'd. Cleo. He is a God, and knows What is moft right. Mine honour was not yielded, Eno. To be fure of that, I will afk Antony. Sir, thou'rt fo leaky That we must leave thee to thy linking, for Thy deareft quit thee. Thyr. Shall I fay to Cæfar What you require of him? he partly begs [Afide. [Afide. [Afide. [Exit #nob. To be defir'd to give. It much would pleafe him, And And put your felf under his throwd, the great, The univerfal landlord. Cleo. What's your name? Thyr. My name is Thyrëus. Say to great Cæfar this; in deputation I kifs his conqu'ring hand: tell him, I'm prompt Thyr. It is your nobleft courfe: Wisdom and fortune combating together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance may shake it. My duty on your hand. Give me grace to lay Cleo. Your Cafar's father, When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in, As it rain'd kiffes. Thyr. One that but performs The bidding of the fulleft man, and worthieft To have command obey'd. End. You will be whipp'd. Ant. Approach there devils! ah you kite! now, Gods and Authority melts from me of late. When I Enter Servants. Eno. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp, Than with an old one dying. Ant. Moon and ftars! Whip him were't twenty of the greatest Tributaries Cc 2 Sa |