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ACT II AGR.

Royal Wench!
Sc. II She made great Cæsar lay his sword to bed :

He plough'd her, and she cropp'd.
ENO.

I saw her once
Hop forty paces through the public street;
And, having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted,
That she did make defect perfection,

And, breathless, power breathe forth.
Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly.
Eno. Never; he will not:

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety: other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies; for vilest things
Become themselves in her; that the holy priests

Bless her when she is riggish.
Mec. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle

The heart of Antony, Octavia is

A blessed lottery to him.
AGR.

Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest

Whilst you abide here.
Eno.

Humbly, Sir, I thank you.

[exeunt.

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Let us go

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Ant. The World and my great office will some

times
Divide me from your bosom.
OcТА.

All which time
Before the Gods my knee shall bow my prayers

To them for you.
ANT.

Good night, Sir. My Octavia,
Read not my blemishes in the world's report:
I have not kept my square; but that to come

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Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear Lady. ACT II
Good night, Sir.

Sc. III CÆs. Good night. Exeunt CÆSAR and OCTAVIA.

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ANT. If

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Enter the Soothsayer.
ANT. Now, sirrah, you do wish yourself in Egypt?
Sooth. Would I had never come from thence, nor you
thither!

you can, your reason?
SOOTH. I see it in my motion," have it not in my tongue:

but yet hie you to Egypt again. ANT. Say to me

Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Cæsar's or mine?
SOOTH. Cæsar's.

Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side:
Thy Demon, that's thy Spirit which keeps thee, is
Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable,
Where Cæsar's is not; but, near him, thy Angel
Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd : therefore

Make space enough between you.
ANT.

Speak this no more.
SOOTH. To none but thee; no more, but when to thee.

If thou dost play with him at any game,
Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck,
He beats thee 'gainst the odds: thy lustre thickens,
When he shines by. I say again, thy Spirit
Is all afraid to govern thee near him;

But, he away, 'tis noble.
ANT.

Get thee gone; Say to Ventidius I would speak with him: He shall to Parthia.

[Exit Soothsayer.

Be it art or hap,
He hath spoken true: the very dice obey him ;
And in our sports my better cunning faints
Under his chance: if we draw lots, he speeds;
His cocks do win the battle still of mine,
When it is all to nought; and his quails ever
Beat mine, inhoop’d, at odds. I will to Egypt:
And, though I make this marriage for my peace,
l'the East my pleasure lies.
puppet-show; the images of my vision.

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ACT II
Sc. III

Enter VENTIDIUS.

O, come, Ventidius,
You must to Parthia : your commission's ready ;
Follow me, and receive't.

[exeunt.

SCENE IV. The Same. A Street.

Enter LEPIDUS, MECÆNAS, and AGRIPPA.
LEP. Trouble yourselves no further ; pray you, hasten

Your generals after.
AGR.

Sir, Mark Antony
Will e’en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow.
LEP. Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress,

Which will become you both, farewell.
MEC.

We shall,
As I conceive the journey, be at the Mount

Before you, Lepidus.
LEP.

Your
way

is shorter ;
My purposes do draw me much about:
You 'll win two days upon me.

Sir, good success!
AGR. )
LEP. Farewell.

[exeunt.

MEC.

SCENE V. Alexandria.

Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's Palace.

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and

Attendants.

CLEO. Give me some music-music, moody food

Of us that trade in love.
ATTEND.

The music, ho !

Enter MARDIAN the Eunuch.
CLEO. Let it alone; let's to billiards : come, Charmian.
CHAR. My arm is sore; best play with Mardian.
Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd

As with a woman. Come, you 'll play with me, Sir ?
Mar. As well as I can, Madam.

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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.
CLEO.

That time-0 times !
I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night
I laugh'd him into patience: and next morn,
Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed;
Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst
I wore his sword Philippan.

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Enter a Messenger.

0, from Italy ! Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears,

That long time have been barren. MESS.

Madam, Madam-
CLEO. Antony's dead? If thou say so, Villain,

Thou kill'st thy mistress : but, well and free,
If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here
My bluest veins to kiss; a hand that Kings

Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing.
Mess. First, Madam, he is well.
CLEO.

Why, there's more gold.
But, sirrah, mark, we use
Το

say the dead are well : bring it to that, The gold I give thee will I melt and pour

Down thy ill-uttering throat.
Mess. Good Madam, hear me.
CLEO.

Well, go to, I will;
But there's no goodness' in thy face, if Antony
Be free and healthful-so tart a favour
1 i.e. correspondence with truth.

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Sc. V

To trumpet such good tidings ! If not well,
Thou should'st come like a Fury crown'd with snakes,

Not like a formal man.
Mess.

Will’t please you hear me? 41
Cleo. I have a mind to strike thee ere thou speak’st:

Yet, if thou say Antony lives, is well,
Or friends with Cæsar, or not captive to him,
I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail

Rich pearls upon thee.
Mess.

Madam, he's well.
CLEO.

Well said.
MESS. And friends with Cæsar.
CLEO.

Thou 'rt an honest man.
Mess. Cæsar and he are greater friends than ever.
CLEO. Make thee a fortune from me.
MESS.

But yet, Madam-
CLEO. I do not like But yet, it does allay

The good precedence; fie upon But yet!
But yet is as a gaoler to bring forth
Some monstrous malefactor. Pr’ythee, Friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and bad together.

He's friends with

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Cæsar;

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In state of health thou say’st; and thou say'st free.
MESS. Free, Madam! no; I made no such report:

He's bound unto Octavia.
CLEO.

For what good turn?
Mess. For the best turn i' the bed.
CLEO.

I am pale, Charmian.
Mess. Madam, he's married to Octavia.
CLEO. The most infectious pestilence upon thee!

[strikes him down.
MESS. Good Madam, patience.
CLEO.

What say you? Hence,

(strikes him again. Horrible Villain ! or I 'll

spurn
Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head :

[She hales him up and down. Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in lingering pickle.

thine eyes

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