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 fhall 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, Cleo. Good my Lord Ant. You have been a boggler ever. But when we in our vicioufnefs grow hard, (Oh mifery on't!) the wife Gods feal our eyes 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 fure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, Cleo. Wherefore is this? Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, 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 haft 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 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 Cæfar, 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 To kifs thefe lips, I will appear in blood, and fword will earn my There is hope in it yet. my chronicle: 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. Antony again, I will be Cleopatra. Ant. We will yet do well. But fince my Lord is 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 scars. 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 scythe. [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 reafon, [Exit. ACT Cæfar's Camp. Enter Cæsar, with Agrippa, Mecenas, and bis Army. Caf. H Cæfar reading a Letter. E calls me boy, and chides as he had power To beat me out of Egypt. My meffenger 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 must 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. The Palace in Alexandria. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, nobarbus, Charmian, 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 thofe 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. May be it is the period of your duty, Married to your good fervice, ftay 'till death: no. 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. I fpake t'you for your comfort, did defire you To burn this night with torches: know, my hearts, |