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Thy beck might from the bidding of the Gods
Cleo. Oh, my pardon !
Ant. Now I must
To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the shift of lowness, who
With half the bulk o' th' world play'd as I pleas'd,
Making and marring fortunes, You did know
How much you were my conqueror, and that
My sword, made weak by my affection, would
Obey it on all cause.
Cleo.- Oh! pardon, pardon !
Ant. Fall not a tear, I say ; one of them rates
All that is won and loft: give me a kiss,
Even this repays me.
We sent 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 most she offers blows. [Exeunt.
SCENE IX. Cæsar's Camp.
Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Thyrëus, with others,
Cæs. Let him appear that’s come from Antony.
Dol. Cæsar, 'tis his schoolmaster,
An argument that he is pluckt, when hither
He sends so poor a pinnion of his wing,
Which had fuperfluous Kings for messengers,
Not many moons gone by
Enter Ambassador from Antony.
Cæs. 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.
Cæs. Be't so, declare thine office.
Amb. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and
Requires to live in Ægypt ; which not granted,
He leffens his requests, and to thee sues
To let him breathe between the heav'ns and earth
A private man in Athens: this for him..
Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness;
Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves
The circle of the Prolemies for her heirs,
Now hazarded to thy grace.
Cæs. For Antony,
I have no ears to his request. The Queen
Of audience nor defire shall fail, so the
From Ægypt drive her all-disgraced friend,
Or take his life there. This if the perform,
She shall not sue unheard. So to them both.
Amb. Fortune pursue thee !
Cæf. Bring him through the bands. [Exit Ambafador. To try thy eloquence now 'tis time, dispatch, From Antony win Cleopatra, promise, [To Thyrëus. And in our name ; when she requires, add more As thine invention offers.. Women are not In their best fortunes strong ; but want will perjure The ne'er-touch'd vestai. Try thy cunning, Thyrëus, Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we Will answer as a law,
Thyr. Cæfar, I go.
Cal, Observe how Antony becomes his flaw,
• And what thou think'f his very action speaks
In every power that moves.
Tbyr. Cæfar, I shall.
SCENE X. ALEXANDRIA,
Enter Cleopatra, Ænobarbus, Charmian, and Iras.
Cleo. What shall we do, Ænobarbus ?
Æno. Drink, and die. *
Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this ?
Æno. Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his reason. What although you filed
From that great face of war, whose several ranges
Frighted each other? why should be follow you ?
The itch of his affection should not then
* This reply of Ænob.irbus seems grounded upon a particulari;y in the conduct of Antony and Cleopatri which is related by Plutarıb: that afier their defeat at Atium they instituted a society of friends who enter'd into engagement to die with them, not abating in the !nean time any part of thar luxury, excess, and riot, in which they had lived before.
Have nickt his captainship at such a point,
When half to half the world oppos’d, he being
The meered question. 'Twas a shame no less
Than was his loss, to course your flying flags,
And leave his navy gazing.
Cleo. Pr’ythee peace.
Énter Antony, with the Ambasador.
Ant. Is that his answer ?
Amb. Ay, my Lord.
Ant. The Queen
Shall then have
courtesie, so she will yield
Amb. My Lord, he says so.
Ant. Let her know't.
To the boy Cæfar send this grizled head,
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
Cleo. That head, my Lord ?
Ant. To him again, tell him he wears the sose
Of youth upon him ; from which, the world should note
Something particular ; his coin, ships, legions,
May be a coward's, whose ministers would prevail
Under the service of a child, as foon
As i'th' command of Cæfar. I dare him therefore
To lay his gay caparisons apart,
And answer me declin’d, sword against sword,
Our selves alone; I'll write it, follow me. (Exit Antony,
Æno. Yes, like enough : high-battled Cæfar will
Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd to th' fhew
Against a sworder. I see mens judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes, and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them
To suffer all alike. That he thould dream,
Knowing all measures, the full Cæfar will
Answer his emptiness ! Cæfar, thou hast subdu'd
His judgment too.
Enter a Servant.
Ser. A messenger from Cæsar.
Clea. What, no more ceremony ? see, my women
Against the blown sofę may they stop theis nose,
That kneelid unto the buds. Admit him, Sir.
Æn. Mine honesty and I begin to fquare ; [Afide.
Tho' loyalty well held, to fools does make
Our faith meer folly; yet he that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fall’n lord,
Do's conquer him that did his master conquer,
And earns a place i'th'ftory.
Cleo. Cæsar's will ?
Thyr. Hear it apart.
Cleo. None here but friends ; fay boldly.
Tbyr. So haply are they friends to Antony.
Æno. He needs as many, Sir, as Cæfar has ;
Or needs not us. If Cafor please, cur maiter
Will leap to be his friend : for as you know,
Whose he is, we are, and that's Cæsar's.
Thus then, thou most renown'd ; Cæfar intreats
Not to consider in what case thou stand't
Further than he is Cæfar,
Cleo. Go on ; right royal.
Thyr. He knows that you embrace not Antony
As you did love, but as you fear'd him.
Thyr. The scars upon your honour therefore he
Du's pity, as constrained blemishes,
Not as desery'd.
Cleo. He is a God, and knows
What is most right. Mine honour was not yielded,
But conquer'd meerly.
Æno. To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony. Sir, thou’rt so leaky [Afide.
That we must leave thee to thy linking, for
Thy deareft quit thee.
[Exit Ænob. Thyr. Shall I say to Cæfar What
you require of him he partly begs
To be desir’d to give. It much would please him,
That of his fortunes you would make a staff
To lean upon. But it would warm his fpirits,
To hear from me you had left Antony,
And put your self under his Throwd, the great;
The universal landlord.
Cleo. What's your name?
Thyr. My name is Thyrës.
Cleo. Molt kind messenger,
Say to great Cæfar this ; in deputation
I kiss his conqu’ring hand: tell him, I'm prompt
To lay my crown at's feet, and there to kneel,
Tell him, that from his ail-obeying breath
I hear the doom of Ægypt.
Thyr. It is your noblest courfe :
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your hand.
Cleo. Your Cæfar's father,
When he hath mus’d of taking kingdoms in,
Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
As it rain'd kiffes.
Enter Antony, and Ænobarbus,
Ant. Favours ! by Jove that thunders
[Seeing Thyrëus kiss ber band: What art thou, fellow ?
Thyr. One that but performs
The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest
To have command obey’d.
Ænd. You will be whipp’d.
Ant. Approach there ah you kite! now, Gods and
Authority melts from me of late. When I
Cry'd, Hoa ! like boys unto a muss, Kings would
Start forth, and cry, Your will ? have you no ears?
I'm Antony yet. Take hence this jack and whip him,
Æno. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp,
Than with an old one dying.
Ant. Moon and stars !
Whip him : were't twenty of the greatest Tributaries
That do acknowledge Cæjár, should I find them