Of audience, nor desire, shall fail; so she Oct. Bring him through the bands. [Exit SOOTHSAYER, attended. To try thy eloquence, now's the time: Despatch; And in our name, what she requires; add more, Thyr. Cæsar, I go. Oct. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw; And what thou think'st his In every power that moves. Thyr. Cæsar, I shall. very action speaks [Exeunt. SCENE V. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and IRAS. Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus? Enob. Drink, and die. Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this! Enob. Antony only, that would make his will Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point, Cleo. Pr'ythee, peace. Enter ANTONY and SOOTHSAYER. Ant. Is that his answer? Sooth. Ay, my lord. Ant. The queen Shall then have courtesy, so she will yield Us up. Sooth. My lord, he says so. Ant. Let her know't. To the boy Cæsar send this grizzled head, And he will fill thy wishes to the brim With principalities. Cleo. That head, my lord? Ant. To him again; tell him, he wears the rose Of youth upon him; from which, the world should note Something particular: his coin, ships, legions, May be a coward's; whose ministries would prevail As i' the command of Cæsar; I dare him therefore And answer me declin'd, sword against sword, [Exeunt ANTONY and SOOTHSAYER. Enob. Yes, like enough; high-battled Cæsar will Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd to the show Against a sworder. I see, men's judgments are 2 A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Answer his emptiness! Cæsar, thou hast subdu'd Enter an ATTENDANT. Atten. A messenger from Cæsar. Cleo. What, no more ceremony ?-See, my women, Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, That kneel'd unto the buds.-Admit him, sir. Enter THYREus. [Exit ATTENDANT. Cleo. Cæsar's will? Thyr. Hear it apart. Cleo. None but friends; say on boldly. Thus then, thou most renown'd; Cæsar entreats, As Cleo. Go on: Right royal. Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony you did love, but as you fear'd him. Čleo. O! Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he Does pity, as constrained blemishes, Not as deserv'd. Cleo. He is a god, and knows What is most right: Mine honour was not yielded F Enob. To be sure of that, I will ask Antony. Thyr. Shall I say to Cæsar [Exit ENOBARBUS. What you require of him? for he partly begs Cleo. What's your name? Thyr. My name is Thyreus. I kiss his conquering hand: tell him, I am prompt Thyr. 'Tis your noblest course. Wisdom and fortune combatting together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance shake it. Give me grace to lay may My duty on your hand. Cleo. Your Cæsar's father oft, [Giving her Hand. When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in, Enter ENOBARBUS, with ANTONY. Ant. Favours, by Jove that thunders!What art thou, fellow ? Thyr. One, that but performs The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest Enob. You will be whipp'd. Ant. Approach, there! Ah, you kite!--Now gods and devils! Authority melts from me of late: when I cry'd, ho! Like boys unto a muss, kings would stand forth, - Enter ATTENDANTS. Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him.. Whip him;-Wer't twenty of the greatest tributaries Ant. Tug him away: being whipp'd, Bring him again.-This Jack of Cæsar's, shall [Exeunt ATTENDANTS, with THYREUS. You were half blasted ere I knew you: -Ha! Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome, By one that looks on feeders? Cleo. Good my lord Ant. You have been a bogler ever : But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O, misery on't!) the wise gods seel our eyes In our own filth; drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut Cleo. Oh! is't come to this? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Though you can guess what temperance should be, Cleo. Wherefore is this? |