2046Leaue me, I pray a little: pray you now,

2047Nay do so: for indeede I haue lost command,

2048Therefore I pray you, Ile see you by and by. Sits downe

2050Eros. Nay gentle Madam, to him, comfort him.

2051Iras. Do most deere Queene.

2052Char. Do, why, what else?

2053Cleo. Let me sit downe: Oh Iuno.

2054Ant. No, no, no, no, no.

2055Eros. See you heere, Sir?

2056Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie.

2057Char. Madam.

2058Iras. Madam, oh good Empresse.

2059Eros. Sir, sir.

2060Ant. Yes my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept

2061His sword e'ne like a dancer, while I strooke

2062The leane and wrinkled Cassius, and 'twas I

2063That the mad Brutus ended: he alone

2064Dealt on Lieutenantry, and no practise had

2065In the braue squares of Warre: yet now: no matter.

2066Cleo. Ah stand by.

2067Eros. The Queene my Lord, the Queene.

2068Iras. Go to him, Madam, speake to him,

2069Hee's vnqualited with very shame.

2070Cleo. Well then, sustaine me: Oh.

2071Eros. Most Noble Sir arise, the Queene approaches,

2072Her head's declin'd, and death will cease her, but

2073Your comfort makes the rescue.

2074Ant. I haue offended Reputation,

2075A most vnnoble sweruing.

2076Eros. Sir, the Queene.

2077Ant. Oh whether hast thou lead me Egypt, see

2078How I conuey my shame, out of thine eyes,

2079By looking backe what I haue left behinde

2080Stroy'd in dishonor.

2081Cleo. Oh my Lord, my Lord

2082Forgiue my fearfull sayles, I little thought

2083You would haue followed.

2084Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well,

2085My heart was to thy Rudder tyed by'th'strings,

2086And thou should'st stowe me after. O're my spirit

2087The full supremacie thou knew'st, and that

2088Thy becke, might from the bidding of the Gods

2089Command mee.

2090Cleo. Oh my pardon.

2091Ant. Now I must

2092To the young man send humble Treaties, dodge

2093And palter in the shifts of lownes, who

2094With halfe the bulke o'th'world plaid as I pleas'd,

2095Making, and marring Fortunes. You did know

2096How much you were my Conqueror, and that

2097My Sword, made weake by my affection, would

2098Obey it on all cause.

2099Cleo. Pardon, pardon.

2100Ant Fall not a teare I say, one of them rates

2101All that is wonne and lost: Giue me a kisse,

2102Euen this repayes me.

2103We sent our Schoolemaster, is a come backe?

2104Loue I am full of Lead: some Wine

2105Within there, and our Viands: Fortune knowes,

2106We scorne her most, when most she offers blowes. Exeunt

2108Caes. Let him appeare that's come from Anthony.

2109Know you him.

2110Dolla. Caesar, 'tis his Schoolemaster,

2111An argument that he is pluckt, when hither

2112He sends so poore a Pinnion of his Wing,

2113Which had superfluous Kings for Messengers,

2114Not many Moones gone by.

2116Caesar. Approach, and speake.

2117Amb. Such as I am, I come from Anthony:

2118I was of late as petty to his ends,

2119As is the Morne-dew on the Mertle leafe

2120To his grand Sea.

2121Caes. Bee't so, declare thine office.

2122Amb. Lord of his Fortunes he salutes thee, and

2123Requires to liue in Egypt, which not granted

2124He Lessons his Requests, and to thee sues

2125To let him breath betweene the Heauens and Earth

2126A priuate man in Athens: this for him.

2127Next, Cleopatra does confesse thy Greatnesse,

2128Submits her to thy might, and of thee craues

2129The Circle of the Ptolomies for her heyres,

2130Now hazarded to thy Grace.

2131Caes. For Anthony,

2132I haue no eares to his request. The Queene,

2133Of Audience, nor Desire shall faile, so shee

2134From Egypt driue her all-disgraced Friend,

2135Or take his life there. This if shee performe,

2136She shall not sue vnheard. So to them both.

2137Amb. Fortune pursue thee.

2138Caes. Bring him through the Bands:

2139To try thy Eloquence, now 'tis time, dispatch,

2140From Anthony winne Cleopatra, promise

2141And in our Name, what she requires, adde more

2142From thine inuention, offers. Women are not

2143In their best Fortunes strong; but want will periure

2144The ne're touch'd Vestall. Try thy cunning Thidias,

2145Make thine owne Edict for thy paines, which we

2146Will answer as a Law.

2147Thid. Caesar. I go.

2148Caesar. Obserue how Anthony becomes his flaw,

2149And what thou think'st his very action speakes

2150In euery power that mooues.

2151Thid. Caesar, I shall. exeunt.

2153Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus?

2154Eno. Thinke, and dye.

2155Cleo. Is Anthony, or we in fault for this?

2156Eno. Anthony onely, that would make his will

2157Lord of his Reason. What though you fled,

2158From that great face of Warre, whose seuerall ranges

2159Frighted each other? Why should he follow?

2160The itch of his Affection should not then

2161Haue nickt his Captain-ship, at such a point,

2162When halfe to halfe the world oppos'd, he being

2163The meered question? 'Twas a shame no lesse

2164Then was his losse, to course your flying Flagges,

2165And leaue his Nauy gazing.

2166Cleo. Prythee peace.

2168Ant. Is that his answer? Amb. I my Lord.

2169Ant. The Queene shall then haue courtesie,

2170So she will yeeld vs vp.

2171Am. He sayes so.

2172Antho. Let her know't. To the Boy Caesar send this

2173grizled head, and he will fill thy wishes to the brimme,

2174With Principalities.

2175Cleo. That head my Lord?