1135An host of tongues, but let ill tydings tell

1136Themselues, when they be felt.

1137Mes. I haue done my duty.

1138Cleo. Is he married?

1139I cannot hate thee worser then I do,

1140If thou againe say yes.

1141Mes. He's married Madam.

1142Cleo. The Gods confound thee,

1143Dost thou hold there still?

1144Mes. Should I lye Madame?

1145Cleo. Oh, I would thou didst:

1146So halfe my Egypt were submerg'd and made

1147A Cesterne for scal'd Snakes. Go get thee hence,

1148Had'st thou Narcissus in thy face to me,

1149Thou would'st appeere most vgly: He is married?

1150Mes. I craue your Highnesse pardon.

1151Cleo. He is married?

1152Mes. Take no offence, that I would not offend you,

1153To punnish me for what you make me do

1154Seemes much vnequall, he's married to Octauia.

1155Cleo. Oh that his fault should make a knaue of thee,

1156That art not what th'art sure of. Get thee hence,

1157The Marchandize which thou hast brought from Rome

1158Are all too deere for me:

1159Lye they vpon thy hand, and be vndone by em.

1160Char. Good your Highnesse patience.

1161Cleo. In praysing Anthony, I haue disprais'd Caesar.

1162Char. Many times Madam.

1163Cleo. I am paid for't now: lead me from hence,

1164I faint, oh Iras, Charmian: 'tis no matter.

1165Go to the Fellow, good Alexas bid him

1166Report the feature of Octauia: her yeares,

1167Her inclination, let him not leaue out

1168The colour of her haire. Bring me word quickly,

1169Let him for euer go, let him not Charmian,

1170Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,

1171The other wayes a Mars. Bid you Alexas

1172Bring me word, how tall she is: pitty me Charmian,

1173But do not speake to me. Lead me to my Chamber.

1178Pom. Your Hostages I haue, so haue you mine:

1179And we shall talke before we fight.

1180Caesar. Most meete that first we come to words,

1181And therefore haue we

1182Our written purposes before vs sent,

1183Which if thou hast considered, let vs know,

1184If 'twill tye vp thy discontented Sword,

1185And carry backe to Cicelie much tall youth,

1186That else must perish heere.

1187Pom. To you all three,

1188The Senators alone of this great world,

1189Chiefe Factors for the Gods. I do not know,

1190Wherefore my Father should reuengers want,

1191Hauing a Sonne and Friends, since Iulius Caesar,

1192Who at Phillippi the good Brutus ghosted,

1193There saw you labouring for him. What was't

1194That mou'd pale Cassius to conspire? And what

1195Made all-honor'd, honest, Romaine Brutus,

1196With the arm'd rest, Courtiers of beautious freedome,

1197To drench the Capitoll, but that they would

1198Haue one man but a man, and that his it

1199Hath made me rigge my Nauie. At whose burthen,

1200The anger'd Ocean fomes, with which I meant

1201To scourge th'ingratitude, that despightfull Rome

1202Cast on my Noble Father.

1203Caesar. Take your time.

1204Ant. Thou can'st not feare vs Pompey with thy sailes.

1205Weele speake with thee at Sea. At land thou know'st

1206How much we do o're-count thee.

1207Pom. At Land indeed

1208Thou dost orecount me of my Fatherrs house:

1209But since the Cuckoo buildes not for himselfe,

1210Remaine in't as thou maist.

1211Lepi. Be pleas'd to tell vs,

1212(For this is from the present how you take)

1213The offers we haue sent you.

1214Caesar. There's the point.

1215Ant. Which do not be entreated too,

1216But waigh what it is worth imbrac'd

1217Caesar. And what may follow to try a larger Fortune.

1218Pom. You haue made me offer

1219Of Cicelie, Sardinia: and I must

1220Rid all the Sea of Pirats. Then, to send

1221Measures of Wheate to Rome: this greed vpon,

1222To part with vnhackt edges, and beare backe

1223Our Targes vndinted.

1224Omnes. That's our offer.

1225Pom. Know then I came before you heere,

1226A man prepar'd

1227To take this offer. But Marke Anthony,

1228Put me to some impatience: though I loose

1229The praise of it by telling. You must know

1230When Caesar and your Brother were at blowes,

1231Your Mother came to Cicelie, and did finde

1232Her welcome Friendly.

1233Ant. I haue heard it Pompey,

1234And am well studied for a liberall thanks,

1235Which I do owe you.

1236Pom. Let me haue your hand:

1237I did not thinke Sir, to haue met you heere,

1238Ant. The beds i'th'East are soft, and thanks to you,

1239That cal'd me timelier then my purpose hither:

1240For I haue gained by't.

1241Caesar. Since I saw you last, ther's a change vpon you.

1242Pom. Well, I know not,

1243What counts harsh Fotune cast's vpon my face,

1244But in my bosome shall she neuer come,

1245To make my heart her vassaile.

1246Lep. Well met heere.

1247Pom. I hope so Lepidus, thus we are agreed:

1248I craue our composion may be written

1249And seal'd betweene vs,

1250Caesar. That's the next to do.

1251Pom. Weele feast each other, ere we part, and lett's

1252Draw lots who shall begin.

1253Ant. That will I Pompey.

1254Pompey. No Anthony take the lot: but first or last,

1255your fine Egyptian cookerie shall haue the fame, I haue

1256heard that Iulius Caesar, grew fat with feasting there.

1257Anth. You haue heard much.

1258Pom. I haue faire meaning Sir.

1259Ant. And faire words to them.

1260Pom. Then so much haue I heard,

1261And I haue heard Appolodorus carried---

1262Eno. No more that: he did so.

1263Pom. What I pray you?

1264Eno. A certaine Queene to Caesar in a Matris.

1265Pom. I know thee now, how far'st thou Souldier?

1266Eno. Well, and well am like to do, for I perceiue