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ACT II AGR.
He plough'd her, and she cropp'd.
I saw her once
And, breathless, power breathe forth.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Bless her when she is riggish.
The heart of Antony, Octavia is
A blessed lottery to him.
Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest
Whilst you abide here.
Humbly, Sir, I thank you.
Let us go
Ant. The World and my great office will some
All which time
To them for you.
Good night, Sir. My Octavia,
Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear Lady. ACT II
Sc. III CÆs. Good night. Exeunt CÆSAR and OCTAVIA.
Enter the Soothsayer.
you can, your reason?
but yet hie you to Egypt again. ANT. Say to me
Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Cæsar's or mine?
Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side:
Make space enough between you.
Speak this no more.
If thou dost play with him at any game,
But, he away, 'tis noble.
Get thee gone; Say to Ventidius I would speak with him: He shall to Parthia.
Be it art or hap,
O, come, Ventidius,
SCENE IV. The Same. A Street.
Enter LEPIDUS, MECÆNAS, and AGRIPPA.
Your generals after.
Sir, Mark Antony
Which will become you both, farewell.
Before you, Lepidus.
is shorter ;
Sir, good success!
SCENE V. Alexandria.
Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's Palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and
CLEO. Give me some music-music, moody food
Of us that trade in love.
The music, ho !
Enter MARDIAN the Eunuch.
As with a woman. Come, you 'll play with me, Sir ?
CLEO. And when good will is shew'd, though't come too ACT II short,
Sc. V The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now: Give me mine angle—we'll to the river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony,
And say Ah, ha! you're caught. CHAR.
'Twas merry when You wager'd on your angling; when your
diver Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he
With fervency drew up.
That time-0 times !
Enter a Messenger.
0, from Italy ! Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears,
That long time have been barren. MESS.
Thou kill'st thy mistress : but, well and free,
Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing.
Why, there's more gold.
say the dead are well : bring it to that, The gold I give thee will I melt and pour
Down thy ill-uttering throat.
Well, go to, I will;
To trumpet such good tidings ! If not well,
Not like a formal man.
Will’t please you hear me? 41
Yet, if thou say Antony lives, is well,
Rich pearls upon thee.
Madam, he's well.
Thou 'rt an honest man.
But yet, Madam-
The good precedence; fie upon But yet!
He's friends with
In state of health thou say’st; and thou say'st free.
He's bound unto Octavia.
For what good turn?
I am pale, Charmian.
[strikes him down.
What say you? Hence,
(strikes him again. Horrible Villain ! or I 'll
[She hales him up and down. Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in lingering pickle.