2308A halter'd necke, which do's the Hangman thanke,

2309For being yare about him. Is he whipt?

2311Ser. Soundly, my Lord.

2312Ant. Cried he? and begg'd a Pardon?

2313Ser. He did aske fauour.

2314Ant. If that thy Father liue, let him repent

2315Thou was't not made his daughter, and be thou sorrie

2316To follow Caesar in his Triumph, since

2317Thou hast bin whipt. For following him, henceforth

2318The white hand of a Lady Feauer thee,

2319Shake thou to looke on't. Get thee backe to Caesar,

2320Tell him thy entertainment: looke thou say

2321He makes me angry with him. For he seemes

2322Proud and disdainfull, harping on what I am,

2323Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,

2324And at this time most easie 'tis to doo't:

2325When my good Starres, that were my former guides

2326Haue empty left their Orbes, and shot their Fires

2327Into th'Abisme of hell. If he mislike,

2328My speech, and what is done, tell him he has

2329Hiparchus, my enfranched Bondman, whom

2330He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,

2331As he shall like to quit me. Vrge it thou:

2332Hence with thy stripes, be gone. Exit Thid.

2333Cleo. Haue you done yet?

2334Ant. Alacke our Terrene Moone is now Eclipst,

2335And it portends alone the fall of Anthony.

2336Cleo. I must stay his time?

2337Ant. To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes

2338With one that tyes his points.

2339Cleo. Not know me yet?

2340Ant. Cold-hearted toward me?

2341Cleo. Ah (Deere) if I be so,

2342From my cold heart let Heauen ingender haile,

2343And poyson it in the sourse, and the first stone

2344Drop in my necke: as it determines so

2345Dissolue my life, the next Caesarian smile,

2346Till by degrees the memory of my wombe,

2347Together with my braue Egyptians all,

2348By the discandering of this pelleted storme,

2349Lye grauelesse, till the Flies and Gnats of Nyle

2350Haue buried them for prey.

2351Ant. I am satisfied:

2352Caesar sets downe in Alexandria, where

2353I will oppose his Fate. Our force by Land,

2354Hath Nobly held, our seuer'd Nauie too

2355Haue knit againe, and Fleete, threatning most Sea-like.

2356Where hast thou bin my heart? Dost thou heare Lady?

2357If from the Field I shall returne once more

2358To kisse these Lips, I will appeare in Blood,

2359I, and my Sword, will earne our Chronicle,

2360There's hope in't yet.

2361Cleo. That's my braue Lord.

2362Ant. I will be trebble-sinewed, hearted, breath'd,

2363And fight maliciously: for when mine houres

2364Were nice and lucky, men did ransome liues

2365Of me for iests: But now, Ile set my teeth,

2366And send to darkenesse all that stop me. Come,

2367Let's haue one other gawdy night: Call to me

2368All my sad Captaines, fill our Bowles once more:

2369Let's mocke the midnight Bell.

2370Cleo. It is my Birth-day,

2371I had thought t'haue held it poore. But since my Lord

2372Is Anthony againe, I will be Cleopatra.

2373Ant. We will yet do well.

2374Cleo. Call all his Noble Captaines to my Lord.

2375Ant. Do so, wee'l speake to them,

2376And to night Ile force

2377The Wine peepe through their scarres.

2378Come on (my Queene)

2379There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight

2380Ile make death loue me: for I will contend

2381Euen with his pestilent Sythe. Exeunt.

2382Eno. Now hee'l out-stare the Lightning, to be furious

2383Is to be frighted out of feare, and in that moode

2384The Doue will pecke the Estridge; and I see still

2385A diminution in our Captaines braine,

2386Restores his heart; when valour prayes in reason,

2387It eates the Sword it fights with: I will seeke

2388Some way to leaue him. Exeunt.

2391Caes. He calles me Boy, and chides as he had power

2392To beate me out of Egypt. My Messenger

2393He hath whipt with Rods, dares me to personal Combat.

2394Caesar to Anthony: let the old Russian know,

2395I haue many other wayes to dye: meane time

2396Laugh at his Challenge.

2397Mece. Caesar must thinke,

2398When one so great begins to rage, hee's hunted

2399Euen to falling. Giue him no breath, but now

2400Make boote of his distraction: Neuer anger

2401Made good guard for it selfe.

2402Caes. Let our best heads know,

2403That to morrow, the last of many Battailes

2404We meane to fight. Within our Files there are,

2405Of those that seru'd Marke Anthony but late,

2406Enough to fetch him in. See it done,

2407And Feast the Army, we haue store to doo't,

2408And they haue earn'd the waste. Poore Anthony. Exeunt

2411Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitian?

2412Eno. No?

2413Ant. Why should he not?

2414Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,

2415He is twenty men to one.

2416Ant. To morrow Soldier,

2417By Sea and Land Ile fight: or I will liue,

2418Or bathe my dying Honor in the blood

2419Shall make it liue againe. Woo't thou fight well.

2420Eno. Ile strike, and cry, Take all.

2421Ant. Well said, come on:

2422Call forth my Houshold Seruants, lets to night

2424Be bounteous at our Meale. Giue me thy hand,

2425Thou hast bin rightly honest, so hast thou,

2426Thou, and thou, and thou: you haue seru'd me well,

2427And Kings haue beene your fellowes.

2428Cleo. What meanes this?

2429Eno. 'Tis one of those odde tricks which sorow shoots

2430Out of the minde.

2431Ant. And thou art honest too:

2432I wish I could be made so many men,

2433And all of you clapt vp together, in

2434An Anthony: that I might do you seruice,

2435So good as you haue done.