481To rot it selfe with motion.

482Mes. Caesar I bring thee word,

483Menacrates and Menas famous Pyrates

484Makes the Sea serue them, which they eare and wound

485With keeles of euery kinde. Many hot inrodes

486They make in Italy, the Borders Maritime

487Lacke blood to thinke on't, and flush youth reuolt,

488No Vessell can peepe forth: but 'tis as soone

489Taken as seene: for Pompeyes name strikes more

490Then could his Warre resisted

491Caesar. Anthony,

492Leaue thy lasciuious Vassailes. When thou once

493Was beaten from Medena, where thou slew'st

494Hirsius, and Pausa Consuls, at thy heele

495Did Famine follow, whom thou fought'st against,

496(Though daintily brought vp) with patience more

497Then Sauages could suffer. Thou did'st drinke

498The stale of Horses, and the gilded Puddle

499Which Beasts would cough at. Thy pallat thẽ did daine

500The roughest Berry, on the rudest Hedge.

501Yea, like the Stagge, when Snow the Pasture sheets,

502The barkes of Trees thou brows'd. On the Alpes,

503It is reported thou did'st eate strange flesh,

504Which some did dye to looke on: And all this

505(It wounds thine Honor that I speake it now)

506Was borne so like a Soldiour, that thy cheeke

507So much as lank'd not.

508Lep. 'Tis pitty of him.

509Caes. Let his shames quickely

510Driue him to Rome, 'tis time we twaine

511Did shew our selues i'th' Field, and to that end

512Assemble me immediate counsell, Pompey

513Thriues in our Idlenesse.

514Lep. To morrow Caesar,

515I shall be furnisht to informe you rightly

516Both what by Sea and Land I can be able

517To front this present time.

518Caes. Til which encounter, it is my busines too. Farwell.

519Lep. Farwell my Lord, what you shal know mean time

520Of stirres abroad, I shall beseech you Sir

521To let me be partaker.

522Caesar. Doubt not sir, I knew it for my Bond. Exeunt

524Cleo. Charmian.

525Char. Madam.

526Cleo. Ha, ha, giue me to drinke Mandragora.

527Char. Why Madam?

528Cleo. That I might sleepe out this great gap of time:

529My Anthony is away.

530Char. You thinke of him too much.

531Cleo. O 'tis Treason.

532Char. Madam, I trust not so.

533Cleo. Thou, Eunuch Mardian?

534Mar. What's your Highnesse pleasure?

535Cleo. Not now to heare thee sing. I take no pleasure

536In ought an Eunuch ha's: Tis well for thee,

537That being vnseminar'd, thy freer thoughts

538May not flye forth of Egypt. Hast thou Affections?

539Mar. Yes gracious Madam.

540Cleo. Indeed?

541Mar. Not in deed Madam, for I can do nothing

542But what in deede is honest to be done:

543Yet haue I fierce Affections, and thinke

544What Venus did with Mars.

545Cleo. Oh Charmion:

546Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?

547Or does he walke? Or is he on his Horse?

548Oh happy horse to beare the weight of Anthony!

549Do brauely Horse, for wot'st thou whom thou moou'st,

550The demy Atlas of this Earth, the Arme

551And Burganet of men. Hee's speaking now,

552Or murmuring, where's my Serpent of old Nyle,

553(For so he cals me:) Now I feede my selfe

554With most delicious poyson. Thinke on me

555That am with Phoebus amorous pinches blacke,

556And wrinkled deepe in time. Broad-fronted Caesar,

557When thou was't heere aboue the ground, I was

558A morsell for a Monarke: and great Pompey

559Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow,

560There would he anchor his Aspect, and dye

561With looking on his life.

563Alex. Soueraigne of Egypt, haile.

564Cleo. How much vnlike art thou Marke Anthony?

565Yet comming from him, that great Med'cine hath

566With his Tinct gilded thee.

567How goes it with my braue Marke Anthonie?

568Alex. Last thing he did (deere Quene)

569He kist the last of many doubled kisses

570This Orient Pearle. His speech stickes in my heart.

571Cleo. Mine eare must plucke it thence.

572Alex. Good Friend, quoth he:

573Say the firme Roman to great Egypt sends

574This treasure of an Oyster: at whose foote

575To mend the petty present, I will peece

576Her opulent Throne, with Kingdomes. All the East,

577(Say thou) shall call her Mistris. So he nodded,

578And soberly did mount an Arme-gaunt Steede,

579Who neigh'd so hye, that what I would haue spoke,

580Was beastly dumbe by him.

581Cleo. What was he sad, or merry?

582Alex. Like to the time o'th' yeare, between y^e extremes

583Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merrie.

584Cleo. Oh well diuided disposition: Note him,

585Note him good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him.

586He was not sad, for he would shine on those

587That make their lookes by his. He was not merrie,

588Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay

589In Egypt with his ioy, but betweene both.

590Oh heauenly mingle! Bee'st thou sad, or merrie,

591The violence of either thee becomes,

592So do's it no mans else. Met'st thou my Posts?

593Alex. I Madam, twenty seuerall Messengers.

594Why do you send so thicke?

595Cleo. Who's borne that day, when I forget to send

596to Anthonie, shall dye a Begger. Inke and paper Char-

597mian. Welcome my good Alexas. Did I Charmian, e-

598uer loue Caesar so?

599Char. Oh that braue Caesar!

600Cleo. Be choak'd with such another Emphasis,

601Say the braue Anthony.

602Char. The valiant Caesar.

603Cleo. By Isis, I will giue thee bloody teeth,

604If thou with Caesar Paragon againe:

605My man of men.

606Char. By your most gracious pardon,

607I sing but after you.

608Cleo. My Sallad dayes,

609When I was greene in iudgement, cold in blood,

610To say, as I saide then. But come, away,

611Get me Inke and Paper,