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?

2176Ant. To him againe, tell him he weares the Rose

2177Of youth vpon him: from which, the world should note

2178Something particular: His Coine, Ships, Legions,

2179May be a Cowards, whose Ministers would preuaile

2180Vnder the seruice of a Childe, as soone

2181As i'th'Command of Caesar. I dare him therefore

2182To lay his gay Comparisons a-part,

2183And answer me declin'd, Sword against Sword,

2184Our selues alone: Ile write it: Follow me.

2185Eno. Yes like enough: hye battel'd Caesar will

2186Vnstate his happinesse, and be Stag'd to'th'shew

2187Against a Sworder. I see mens Iudgements are

2188A parcell of their Fortunes, and things outward

2189Do draw the inward quality after them

2190To suffer all alike, that he should dreame,

2191Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will

2192Answer his emptinesse; Caesar thou hast subdu'de

2193His iudgement too.

2195Ser. A Messenger from Caesar.

2196Cleo. What no more Ceremony? See my Women,

2197Against the blowne Rose may they stop their nose,

2198That kneel'd vnto the Buds. Admit him sir.

2199Eno. Mine honesty, and I, beginne to square,

2200The Loyalty well held to Fooles, does make

2201Our Faith meere folly: yet he that can endure

2202To follow with Allegeance a falne Lord,

2203Does conquer him that did his Master conquer,

2204And earnes a place i'th'Story.

2206Cleo. Caesars will.

2207Thid. Heare it apart.

2208Cleo. None but Friends: say boldly.

2209Thid. So haply are they Friends to Anthony.

2210Enob. He needs as many (Sir) as Caesar ha's,

2211Or needs not vs. If Caesar please, our Master

2212Will leape to be his Friend: For vs you know,

2213Whose he is, we are, and that is Caesars.

2214Thid. So. Thus then thou most renown'd, Caesar intreats,

2215Not to consider in what case thou stand'st

2216Further then he is Caesars.

2217Cleo. Go on, right Royall.

2218Thid. He knowes that you embrace not Anthony

2219As you did loue, but as you feared him.

2220Cleo. Oh.

2221Thid. The scarre's vpon your Honor, therefore he

2222Does pitty, as constrained blemishes,

2223Not as deserued.

2224Cleo. He is a God,

2225And knowes what is most right. Mine Honour

2226Was not yeelded, but conquer'd meerely.

2227Eno. To be sure of that, I will aske Anthony.

2228Sir, sir, thou art so leakie

2229That we must leaue thee to thy sinking, for

2230Thy deerest quit thee. Exit Enob.

2231Thid. Shall I say to Caesar,

2232What you require of him: for he partly begges

2233To be desir'd to giue. It much would please him,

2234That of his Fortunes you should make a staffe

2235To leane vpon. But it would warme his spirits

2236To heare from me you had left Anthony,

2237And put your selfe vnder his shrowd, the vniuersal Land- (lord.

2238Cleo. What's your name?

2239Thid. My name is Thidias.

2240Cleo. Most kinde Messenger,

2241Say to great Caesar this in disputation,

2242I kisse his conqu'ring hand: Tell him, I am prompt

2243To lay my Crowne at's feete, and there to kneele.

2244Tell him, from his all-obeying breath, I heare

2245The doome of Egypt.

2246Thid. 'Tis your Noblest course:

2247Wisedome and Fortune combatting together,

2248If that the former dare but what it can,

2249No chance may shake it. Giue me grace to lay

2250My dutie on your hand.

2251Cleo. Your Caesars Father oft,

2252(When he hath mus'd of taking kingdomes in)

2253Bestow'd his lips on that vnworthy place,

2254As it rain'd kisses.

2256Ant. Fauours? By Ioue that thunders. What art thou (Fellow?

2257Thid. One that but performes

2258The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest

2259To haue command obey'd.

2260Eno. You will be whipt.

2261Ant. Approch there: ah you Kite. Now Gods & diuels

2262Authority melts from me of late. When I cried hoa,

2263Like Boyes vnto a musse, Kings would start forth,

2264And cry, your will. Haue you no eares?

2265I am Anthony yet. Take hence this Iack, and whip him.

2267Eno. 'Tis better playing with a Lions whelpe,

2268Then with an old one dying.

2269Ant. Moone and Starres,

2270Whip him: wer't twenty of the greatest Tributaries

2271That do acknowledge Caesar, should I finde them

2272So sawcy with the hand of she heere, what's her name

2273Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him Fellowes,

2274Till like a Boy you see him crindge his face,

2275And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.

2276Thid. Marke Anthony.

2277Ant. Tugge him away: being whipt

2278Bring him againe, the Iacke of Caesars shall

2279Beare vs an arrant to him. Exeunt with Thidius.

2280You were halfe blasted ere I knew you: Ha?

2281Haue I my pillow left vnprest in Rome,

2282Forborne the getting of a lawfull Race,

2283And by a Iem of women, to be abus'd

2284By one that lookes on Feeders?

2285Cleo. Good my Lord.

2286Ant. You haue beene a boggeler euer,

2287But when we in our viciousnesse grow hard

2288(Oh misery on't) the wise Gods seele our eyes

2289In our owne filth, drop our cleare iudgements, make vs

2290Adore our errors, laugh at's while we strut

2291To our confusion.

2292Cleo. Oh, is't come to this?

2293Ant. I found you as a Morsell, cold vpon

2294Dead Caesars Trencher: Nay, you were a Fragment

2295Of Gneius Pompeyes, besides what hotter houres

2296Vnregistred in vulgar Fame, you haue

2297Luxuriously pickt out. For I am sure,

2298Though you can guesse what Temperance should be,

2299You know not what it is.

2300Cleo. Wherefore is this?

2301Ant. To let a Fellow that will take rewards,

2302And say, God quit you, be familiar with

2303My play-fellow, your hand; this Kingly Seale,

2304And plighter of high hearts. O that I were

2305Vpon the hill of Basan, to out-roare

2306The horned Heard, for I haue sauage cause,

2307And to proclaime it ciuilly, were like

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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.