430Caes. You may see Lepidus, and henceforth know,

431It is not Caesars Naturall vice, to hate

432One great Competitor. From Alexandria

433This is the newes: He fishes, drinkes, and wastes

434The Lampes of night in reuell: Is not more manlike

435Then Cleopatra: nor the Queene of Ptolomy

436More Womanly then he. Hardly gaue audience

437Or vouchsafe to thinke he had Partners. You

438Shall finde there a man, who is th' abstracts of all faults,

439That all men follow.

440Lep. I must not thinke

441There are, euils enow to darken all his goodnesse:

442His faults in him, seeme as the Spots of Heauen,

443More fierie by nights Blacknesse; Hereditarie,

444Rather then purchaste: what he cannot change,

445Then what he chooses.

446Caes. You are too indulgent. Let's graunt it is not

447Amisse to tumble on the bed of Ptolomy,

448To giue a Kingdome for a Mirth, to sit

449And keepe the turne of Tipling with a Slaue,

450To reele the streets at noone, and stand the Buffet

451With knaues that smels of sweate: Say this becoms him

452(As his composure must be rare indeed,

453Whom these things cannot blemish) yet must Anthony

454No way excuse his foyles, when we do beare

455So great waight in his lightnesse. If he fill'd

456His vacancie with his Voluptuousnesse,

457Full surfets, and the drinesse of his bones,

458Call on him for't. But to confound such time,

459That drummes him from his sport, and speakes as lowd

460As his owne State, and ours, 'tis to be chid:

461As we rate Boyes, who being mature in knowledge,

462Pawne their experience to their present pleasure,

463And so rebell to iudgement.

465Lep. Heere's more newes.

466Mes. Thy biddings haue beene done, & euerie houre

467Most Noble Caesar, shalt thou haue report

468How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at Sea,

469And it appeares, he is belou'd of those

470That only haue feard Caesar: to the Ports

471The discontents repaire, and mens reports

472Giue him much wrong'd.

473Caes. I should haue knowne no lesse,

474It hath bin taught vs from the primall state

475That he which is was wisht, vntill he were:

476And the ebb'd man,

477Ne're lou'd, till ne're worth loue,

478Comes fear'd, by being lack'd. This common bodie,

479Like to a Vagabond Flagge vpon the Streame,

480Goes too, and backe, lacking the varrying tyde

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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