My Antony is away. Char. You think of him Too much. Cleo. O, treason Char. Madam, I trust, not so. Cleo, Thou, ennnch! Mardian ! Mar. What's your Highness' pleasure? ་ལོ་་་ Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no plea *sure P I' ** slc619* A In aught an eunuch has: 'Tis well for thee, ' That, being uuseminar'd, thy freer thoughts May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections? Mar. Yes, gracious Madain. 1 Cleo. Indeed? Mar. Not in deed, Madam; for I can de no thing But what in deed is honest to be done d Yet have I fierce affections, and think, What Venus did with Mars. Cleo. O Charmian, Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he or sits he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou mov'st? The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm VOL. XV. There would he anchor his aspect, and die Enter ALEXAS. Alex. Sovereign of Egypt, hail! Cleo. How much uulike art thou Mark Antony! How goes it with my brave Mark Antony? the last of many doubled kisses, He kiss'd, -- His speech sticks in any heart. Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence. Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends Cleo, 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 heavenly mingle! Be'st thou sad, or merry, he violence of either thee becomes;" b 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 then I forget to send to Antony, hall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian. Telcome, my good Alexas. ver love Caesar so ? Char. O that brave Caesar! Did I, Charinian, Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, thou with Caesar paragon again y man of men. Char. By your most gracious pardon, sing but after you. Cleo. My sallad days; hen I was green in judgment: say as I said then! Cold in blood, But, come, away et me ink and paper he shall have every day several greeting, or I'll unpeople Egypt. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I Messina. A Room in Pompey's House. Enter POMPEY, MENECRATES and MENAS. Pom. If the great Gods be just, they shall assist e deeds of justest men. Mene. Know, worthy Pompey, That what they do delay, they not deny. Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays 1 Mene. We, ignorant of ourselves, སཱ Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Pom. I shall do well: The people love me, and the sea is mine; No wars without doors: Caesar gets money, where Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves, Men. Caesar and Lepidus Are in the field; a mighty strength they carry. Pom. Where have you this? 'tis false. Men. From Silv Silvius Sir. Pom. He dreams; I know, they are in Rome Looking for Antony: But all charms of love, 1 Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both! Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts, Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks, Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite; That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour, Even till a Lethe'd dulness. How now Varrius? ADDONS Enter: VARRIUS. Í vbod Var. This is most certain that I shall deliver: Mark Antony is every hour in Rome xpected; since he went from Egypt, 'tis space for further travel. Pom. I could have given less matter A better ear. Menas, I did not think, This amorous surfeiter would have don'd his helm or such a petty war: his soldiership s twice the other twain: But let us rear he higher our opinion, that our stirring an from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck he ne'et wearied Antony." Men. mesár hope, r and Antony shall well greet together: is wife, that's dead, did trespasses to Caesar; is brother warr'd upon him; although, I think, ot mov'd by Antony. Pom. I know not, Menas, e is ow lesser enmities may give way to greater. ere't not that we stand up against them all, Ewere pregnant they should square between themselves; or they have entertained cause enough o draw their swords: but how the fear us ay cement their divisions, and bind up pullo.f he petty difference, we yet not know. it as our Gods will have it! It only stands ar lives upon, to use our me, Menas. strongest hands. Jow 19. T [Exeunt Autumn wine and 9397 SCENE II.palo daly, regiades 1919 7201 Solusst bus geste Beit Rome. A Room in the House of Lepidas. Enter ENOBARBUS and LEPIDUS. Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, nd shall become you well, to entreat your captain |