Than was his loss, to course your flying flags, And leave his navy gazing. CLEO. Pr'ythee, peace! ACT III Enter ANTONY with EUPHRONIUS, the Ambassador. ANT. Is that his answer? EUPH. Ay, my Lord. ANT. The Queen shall, then, have courtesy, so she ANT. To him again: tell him he wears the rose 20 Of youth upon him; from which the world should note Something particular: his coin, ships, legions, May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail Under the service of a child as soon As i' the command of Cæsar: I dare him therefore To lay his gay comparisons apart, And answer me declin'd,1 sword against sword, 30 [Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS. Answer his emptiness. Cæsar, thou hast subdued Enter an Attendant. ATT. A messenger from Cæsar. CLEO. What, no more ceremony? See, my women! ACT III Against the blown rose may they stop their nose 40 [Exit Attendant. Does conquer him that did his master conquer, Enter THYREUS. CLEO. Cæsar's will? THYR. Hear it apart. CLEO. None but friends: say boldly. THYR. So, haply, are they friends to Antony. Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master So. Thus, then, thou most renown'd: Cæsar entreats, CLEO. Go on right-royal! THYR. He knows that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him. O! THYR. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he What is most right: mine honour was not yielded, I will ask Antony. Sir, Sir, thou art so leaky, That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for Thy dearest quit thee. THYR. What Shall I say to Cæsar you require of him? for he partly begs To be desir'd to give. It much would please him, 1 fall out. 50 60 [exit. Say to great Cæsar this: In disputation I kiss his conquering hand; tell him, I am prompt Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear THYR. Wisdom and Fortune combating together, ACT III 70 Sc. XIII "Tis your noblest course. 80 Give me grace to lay No chance may shake it. My duty on your hand. CLEO. Your Cæsar's father oft, When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in, ANT. Approach, there! Ah, you Kite! Now, Gods and Devils! Authority melts from me: of late, when I cried Ho! Enter Attendants. Take hence this Jack, and whip him. ENO. [aside.] 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp Than with an old one dying. 90 1 scramble. ACT III ANT. Moon and Stars!got 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! Good my Lord ANT. You have been a boggler 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 ANT. I found you as a morsel cold upon Dead Cæsar's trencher; nay, you were a fragment Luxuriously pick'd out: for, I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, CLEO. Wherefore is this? The horned herd! for I have savage cause; 1 dependants, almsmen. 120 130 A halter'd neck which does the hangman thank Re-enter Attendants with THYREUS. ACT III Is he whipp'd? FIRST ATT. Soundly, my Lord. ANT. Cried he? and begg'd he pardon? FIRST ATT. He did ask favour. ANT. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: henceforth Shake thou to look on't. Get thee back to Cæsar, 140 He makes me angry with him; for he seems And at this time most easy 'tis to do't, When my good Stars, that were my former guides, CLEO. Have you done yet? ANT. 150 [Exit THYREUS. Alack, our terrene Moon ANT. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points? CLEO. ANT. Cold-hearted toward me! CLEO. Not know me yet? Ah, Dear, if I be so 160 From my cold heart let Heaven engender hail, 1 melts. C |