876Whether straight Ile lead you.

877Anth. Let vs Lepidus not lacke your companie.

878Lep. Noble Anthony, not sickenesse should detaine

879me.

882Mec. Welcome from AEgypt Sir.

883Eno. Halfe the heart of Caesar, worthy Mecenas. My

884honourable Friend Agrippa.

885Agri. Good Enobarbus.

886Mece. We haue cause to be glad, that matters are so

887well disgested: you staid well by't in Egypt.

888Enob. I Sir, we did sleepe day out of countenaunce:

889and made the night light with drinking.

890Mece. Eight Wilde-Boares rosted whole at a break-

891fast: and but twelue persons there. Is this true?

892Eno. This was but as a Flye by an Eagle: we had much

893more monstrous matter of Feast, which worthily deser-

894ued noting.

895Mecenas. She's a most triumphant Lady, if report be

896square to her.

897Enob. When she first met Marke Anthony, she purst

898vp his heart vpon the Riuer of Sidnis.

899Agri. There she appear'd indeed: or my reporter de-

900uis'd well for her.

901Eno. I will tell you,

902The Barge she sat in, like a burnisht Throne

903Burnt on the water: the Poope was beaten Gold,

904Purple the Sailes: and so perfumed that

905The Windes were Loue-sicke.

906With them the Owers were Siluer,

907Which to the tune of Flutes kept stroke, and made

908The water which they beate, to follow faster;

909As amorous of their strokes. For her owne person,

910It beggerd all discription, she did lye

911In her Pauillion, cloth of Gold, of Tissue,

912O're-picturing that Venns, where we see

913The fancie out-worke Nature. On each side her,

914Stood pretty Dimpled Boyes, like smiling Cupids,

915With diuers coulour'd Fannes whose winde did seeme,

916To gloue the delicate cheekes which they did coole,

917And what they vndid did.

918Agrip. Oh rare for Anthony.

919Eno. Her Gentlewoman, like the Nereides,

920So many Mer-maides tended her i'th'eyes,

921And made their bends adornings. At the Helme.

922A seeming Mer-maide steeres: The Silken Tackle,

923Swell with the touches of those Flower-soft hands,

924That yarely frame the office. From the Barge

925A strange inuisible perfume hits the sense

926Of the adiacent Wharfes. The Citty cast

927Her people out vpon her: and Anthony

928Enthron'd i'th'Market-place, did sit alone,

929Whisling to'th'ayre: which but for vacancie,

930Had gone to gaze on Cleopater too,

931And made a gap in Nature.

932Agri. Rare Egiptian.

933Eno. Vpon her landing, Anthony sent to her,

934Inuited her to Supper: she replyed,

935It should be better, he became her guest:

936Which she entreated, our Courteous Anthony,

937Whom nere the word of no woman hard speake,

938Being barber'd ten times o're, goes to the Feast;

939And for his ordinary, paies his heart,

940For what his eyes eate onely.

941Agri. Royall Wench:

942She made great Caesar lay his Sword to bed,

943He ploughed her, and she cropt.

944Eno. I saw her once

945Hop forty Paces through the publicke streete,

946And hauing lost her breath, she spoke, and panted,

947That she did make defect, perfection,

948And breathlesse powre breath forth.

949Mece. Now Anthony, must leaue her vtterly.

950Eno. Neuer he will not:

951Age cannot wither her, nor custome stale

952Her infinite variety: other women cloy

953The appetites they feede, but she makes hungry,

954Where most she satisfies. For vildest things

955Become themselues in her, that the holy Priests

956Blesse her, when she is Riggish.

957Mece If Beauty, Wisedome, Modesty, can settle

958The heart of Anthony: Octauia is

959A blessed Lottery to him.

960Agrip. Let vs go. Good Enobarbus, make your selfe

961my guest, whilst you abide heere.

962Eno. Humbly Sir I thanke you. Exeunt

964Anth. The world, and my great office, will

965Sometimes deuide me from your bosome.

966Octa. All which time, before the Gods my knee shall

967bowe my ptayers to them for you.

968Anth. Goodnight Sir. My Octauia

969Read not my blemishes in the worlds report:

970I haue not kept my square, but that to come

971Shall all be done byth'Rule: good night deere Lady:

972Good night Sir.

973Caesar. Goodnight. Exit.

975Anth. Now sirrah: you do wish your selfe in Egypt?

976Sooth. Would I had neuer come from thence, nor you

977thither.

978Ant. If you can, your reason?

979Sooth. I see it in my motion: haue it not in my tongue,

980But yet hie you to Egypt againe.

981Antho. Say to me, whose Fortunes shall rise higher

982Caesars or mine?

983Soot. Caesars. Therefore (oh Anthony) stay not by his side

984Thy Daemon that thy spirit which keepes thee, is

985Noble, Couragious, high vnmatchable,

986Where Caesars is not. But neere him, thy Angell

987Becomes a feare: as being o're-powr'd, therefore

988Make space enough betweene you.

989Anth. Speake this no more.

990Sooth. To none but thee no more but: when to thee,

991If thou dost play with him at any game,

992Thou art sure to loose: And of that Naturall lucke,

993He beats thee 'gainst the oddes. Thy Luster thickens,

994When he shines by: I say againe, thy spirit

995Is all affraid to gouerne thee neere him:

996But he alway 'tis Noble.

997Anth. Get thee gone:

998Say to Ventigius I would speake with him. Exit.

999He shall to Parthia, be it Art or hap,

1000He hath spoken true. The very Dice obey him,

1001And in our sports my better cunning faints,

1002Vnder his chance, if we draw lots he speeds,

1003His Cocks do winne the Battaile, still of mine,

1004When it is all to naught: and his Quailes euer

1005Beate mine (in hoopt) at odd's. I will to Egypte: