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Alexandria A Room in the Palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and
Cleo. Ha, ha!
Why, madam ?
time, My Antony is away. Char.
You think of him
Cleo. O, treason !
Madam, I trust, not so.
O Charmian, · Where think'st thou he is now ? Stands he, or sits
he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horse ? Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou
mov'st ? The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonet of men. – He's speaking now, Or murmuring, Where's my serpent of old Nile ? For so he calls me; Now I feed myself With most delicious poison :
Think on me, That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black, And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Cæsar, When thou wast here above the ground, I was A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey Would stand, and make his eyes grow
in brow; There would he anchor his aspect, and die With looking on his life.
? A sleepy potion. 8 A helmet.
Sovereign of Egypt, hail !
Alex. Last thing he did, dear queen,
Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence.
Good friend, quoth he,
What, was he sad, or merry ? Alex. Like to the time o' the year between the
extremes Of hot and cold; he was nor sad, nor merry.
Cleo. O well-divided disposition !- Note him, Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man ;
but note him: He was not sad; for he would shine on those That make their looks by his : he was not merry; Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay In Egypt with his joy: but between both; O heavenly mingle ! - Be'st thou sad, or merry, The violence of either thee becomes ; So does it no man else. Met’st thou my posts ?
Alex. Ay, madam, twenty several messengers : 'Why do
you send so thick ? Cleo.
Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony,
Shall die a beggar. - Ink and
O that brave Cæsar!
The valiant Cæsar !
By your most gracious pardon,
My sallad days; When I was green in judgment :- Cold in blood, To say, as I said then !- But, come, away: Get me ink and paper: he shall have every day A several greeting, or I 'll unpeople Egypt.
ACT THE SECOND,
Messina. A Room in Pompey's House.
Enter POMPEY, MENECRATES, and Menas. Pom. If the great gods be just, they shall assist The deeds of justest men. Mene.
Know, worthy Pompey, That what they do delay, they not deny. Pom. Whiles are suitors to their throne,
decays The thing we sue for. Mene.
We, ignorant of ourselves, VOL. VIII,
Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers
I shall do well:
Cæsar and Lepidus
Pom. Where have you this ? 'tis false.
From Silvius, sir. Pom. He dreams; I know, they are in Rome to
gether, Looking for Antony : But all charms of love, Salt Cleopatra, soften thy wan'd' lip! Let witchcraft join with beauty! Tie up
the libertine in a field of feasts, Keep his brain fuming; Epicúrean cooks, Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite; That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour, Even till? a Lethe'd dulness. - How now Varrius?
Var. This is most certain that I shall deliver :
I could have given less matter A better ear.
Menas, I did not think, This amorous surfeiter would have don'd' his helm + For such a petty war : his soldiership : Declined, faded.
2 To, 3 Done on; i, e. put on. • Helmet.
Is twice the other twain : But let us rear
I cannot hope,
I know not, Menas,
Rome. A Room in the House of Lepidus.
Enter ENOBARBUS and LEPIDUS. Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, Ånd shall become you well
, to entreat your captain To soft and gentle speech. Eno.
I shall entreat him