SCENE II.
Rome.
Enter Enobarbus, and Lepidus.
Lep.
Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed,
And shall become you well, to entreat your captain
To soft and gentle speech.
Eno.
I shall entreat him
To answer like himself: if Cæsar move him,
Let Antony look over Cæsar's head,
And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter,
3 note
Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard,
I would not shav't to-day.
Lep.
'Tis not a time for private stomaching.
Eno.
Every time
Serves for the matter that is then born in it.
Lep.
But small to greater matters must give way.
Eno.
Not if the small come first.
Lep.
Your speech is passion:
But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes
The noble Antony.
Enter Antony, and Ventidius.
Eno.
And yonder, Cæsar.
Enter Cæsar, Mecænas, and Agrippa.
Ant.
If we compose well here, to Parthia:
Hark you, Ventidius.
-- 162 --
Cæs.
I do not know,
Mecænas; ask Agrippa.
Lep.
Noble friends,
That which combin'd us was most great, and let not
A leaner action rend us. What's amiss,
May it be gently heard: When we debate
Our trivial difference loud, we do commit
Murder in healing wounds: Then, noble partners,
(The rather, for I earnestly beseech)
Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms,
4 noteNor curstness grow to the matter.
Ant.
'Tis spoken well:
Were we before our armies, and to fight,
I should do thus.
Cæs.
Welcome to Rome.
Ant.
Thank you.
Cæs.
Sit5 note
.
Ant.
Sit, sir!
Cæs.
Nay, then—
Ant.
I learn, you take things ill, which are not so;
Or, being, concern you not.
-- 163 --
Cæs.
I must be laugh'd at,
If, or for nothing, or a little, I
Should say myself offended; and with you
Chiefly i' the world: more laugh'd at, that I should
Once name you derogately, when to sound your name
It not concern'd me.
Ant.
My being in Egypt, Cæsar,
What was't to you?
Cæs.
No more than my residing here at Rome
Might be to you in Ægypt: Yet, if you there
Did practice on my state6 note
, your being in Egypt
Might be my question7 note
.
Ant.
How intend you, practis'd?
Cæs.
You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent,
By what did here befal me. Your wife, and brother,
Made wars upon me; and 8 note
their contestation
-- 164 --
Was theme for you, you were the word of war.
Ant.
You do mistake your business; 9 note
my brother never
Did urge me in his act: I did enquire it;
And have my learning from some true reports1 note,
That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather
Discredit my authority with yours;
And make the wars alike against my stomach,
2 note
Having alike your cause? Of this, my letters
-- 165 --
Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel,
3 note
As matter whole you have not to make it with,
It must not be with this.
Cæs.
You praise yourself,
By laying defects of judgment to me; but
You patch'd up your excuses.
Ant.
Not so, not so:
I know you could not lack, I am certain on't,
Very necessity of this thought, that I,
Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought,
Could not with graceful eyes4 note attend those wars
Which 5 notefronted mine own peace. As for my wife,
I would you had her spirit in such another:
The third o' the world is yours; which with a snaffle
You may pace easy, but not such a wife.
Eno.
'Would, we had all such wives, that the men
might go to wars with the women!
Ant.
So much uncurbable, her garboils, Cæsar,
Made out of her impatience, (which not wanted
Shrewdness of policy too) I grieving grant,
-- 166 --
Did you too much disquiet: for that, you must
But say, I could not help it.
Cæs.
I wrote to you,
When rioting in Alexandria; you
Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts
Did gibe my missive out of audience.
Ant.
Sir, he fell on me, ere admitted; then
Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want
Of what I was i' the morning: but, next day,
6 noteI told him of myself; which was as much
As to have ask'd him pardon: Let this fellow
Be nothing of our strife; if we contend,
Out of our question wipe him.
Cæs.
You have broken
The article of your oath; which you shall never
Have tongue to charge me with.
Lep.
Soft, Cæsar.
Ant.
No, Lepidus, let him speak;
7 note
The honour is sacred which he talks on now,
Supposing that I lack'd it:—But on, Cæsar;—
The article of my oath,—
-- 167 --
Cæs.
To lend me arms, and aid, when I requir'd them;
The which you both deny'd.
Ant.
Neglected, rather;
And then, when poison'd hours had bound me up
From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may,
I'll play the penitent to you: but mine honesty
Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power
Work without it: Truth is, that Fulvia,
To have me out of Ægypt, made wars here;
For which myself, the ignorant motive, do
So far ask pardon, as befits mine honour
To stoop in such a case.
Lep.
'Tis nobly spoken.
Mec.
If it might please you, to enforce no further
The griefs between you: to forget them quite,
Were to remember that the present need
Speaks to atone you.
Lep.
Worthily spoken, Mecænas.
Eno.
Or, if you borrow one another's love for the
instant, you may, when you hear no more words of
Pompey, return it again: you shall have time to
wrangle in, when you have nothing else to do.
Ant.
Thou art a soldier only; speak no more.
Eno.
That truth should be silent, I had almost forgot.
Ant.
You wrong this presence, therefore speak no more.
Eno.
Go to then; 8 note
your considerate stone 9Q0953.
-- 168 --
Cæs.
9 note
I do not much dislike the matter, but
The manner of his speech: for it cannot be,
We shall remain in friendship, our conditions
So differing in their acts. Yet, if I knew
What hoop should hold us staunch, from edge to edge
O' the world I would pursue it.
Agr.
Give me leave, Cæsar,—
Cæs.
Speak, Agrippa.
Agr.
Thou hast a sister by the mother's side,
Admir'd Octavia: great Mark Antony
Is now a widower.
Cæs.
Say not so, Agrippa;
If Cleopatra heard you, 1 note
your reproof
-- 169 --
Were well deserv'd of rashness.
Ant.
I am not married, Cæsar: let me hear
Agrippa further speak.
Agr.
To hold you in perpetual amity,
To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts
With an unslipping knot, take Antony
Octavia to his wife: whose beauty claims
No worse a husband than the best of men;
Whose virtue, and whose general graces, speak
That which none else can utter. By this marriage,
All little jealousies, which now seem great,
And all great fears, which now import their dangers,
Would then be nothing: truths would be tales,
Where now half tales be truths: her love to both
Would, each to other, and all loves to both,
Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke;
For 'tis a studied, not a present thought,
By duty ruminated.
Ant.
Will Cæsar speak?
Cæs.
Not 'till he hears how Antony is touch'd
With what is spoke already.
Ant.
What power is in Agrippa,
If I would say, Agrippa, be it so,
To make this good?
Cæs.
The power of Cæsar, and
His power unto Octavia.
Ant.
May I never
To this good purpose, that so fairly shews,
Dream of impediment!—Let me have thy hand:
Further this act of grace; and, from this hour,
The heart of brothers govern in our loves,
And sway our great designs!
Cæs.
There is my hand.
-- 170 --
A sister I bequeath you, whom no brother
Did ever love so dearly: Let her live
To join our kingdoms, and our hearts; and never
Fly off our loves again!
Lep.
Happily, amen!
Ant.
I did not think to draw my sword 'gainst Pompey;
For he hath laid strange courtesies, and great,
Of late upon me: I must thank him only,
2 noteLest my remembrance suffer ill report;
At heel of that, defy him.
Lep.
Time calls upon us:
Of us must Pompey presently be sought,
Or else he seeks out us.
Ant.
Where lies he?
Cæs.
About the mount Misenum.
Ant.
What is his strength by land?
Cæs.
Great, and increasing: but by sea
He is an absolute master.
Ant.
So is the fame.
'Would, we had spoke together! Haste we for it:
Yet, ere we put ourselves in arms, dispatch we
The business we have talk'd of.
Cæs.
With most gladness;
And do invite you to my sister's view,
Whither straight I will lead you.
Ant.
Let us, Lepidus,
Not lack your company.
Lep.
Noble Antony,
Not sickness should detain me.
[Flourish. Exeunt Cæsar, Antony, and Lepidus.
Mec.
Welcome from Ægypt, sir.
Eno.
Half the heart of Cæsar, worthy Mecænas!—
my honourable friend, Agrippa!—
-- 171 --
Agr.
Good Enobarbus!
Mec.
We have cause to be glad, that matters are
so well digested. You stay'd well by it in Ægypt.
Eno.
Ay, sir; we did sleep day out of countenance,
and made the night light with drinking.
Mec.
Eight wild boars roasted whole at a breakfast,
and but twelve persons there; Is this true?
Eno.
This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had
much more monstrous matter of feast, which worthily
deserved noting.
Mec.
She's a most triumphant lady, if report be
square to her3 note.
Eno.
When she first met Mark Antony, she purs'd
up his heart, upon the river of Cydnus.
Agr.
There she appear'd indeed; or my reporter
Devis'd well for her.
Eno.
I will tell you:
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burnt on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that
The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver;
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water, which they beat, to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,
It beggar'd all description: she did lie
In her pavilion, (cloth of gold, of tissue)
4 noteO'er-picturing that Venus, where we see
The fancy out-work nature: on each side her,
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,
With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
-- 172 --
5 note
And what they undid, did 9Q0954.
Agr.
O, rare for Antony!
Eno.
Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides,
So many mermaids, 6 notetended her i' the eyes,
7 note
And made their bends adornings: at the helm
-- 173 --
A seeming mermaid steers; the silken tackles
Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands,
That yarely frame the office. From the barge
-- 174 --
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast
Her people out upon her: and Antony,
Enthron'd i' the market-place, did sit alone,
Whistling to the air; 8 note
which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in nature.
Agr.
Rare Ægyptian!
Eno.
Upon her landing, Antony sent to her,
Invited her to supper: she reply'd,
It should be better, he became her guest;
Which she intreated: Our courteous Antony,
Whom ne'er the word of no woman heard speak,
Being barber'd ten times o'er, goes to the feast;
And, for his ordinary, pays his heart,
For what his eyes eat only.
Agr.
Royal wench!
She made great Cæsar lay his sword to bed;
He plough'd her, and she cropt.
Eno.
I saw her once
Hop forty paces through the publick 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:
-- 175 --
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale9 note
Her infinite variety: Other women cloy1 note
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 riggish2 note
.
Mec.
If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle
The heart of Antony, Octavia is3 note
A blessed lottery to him.
Agr.
Let us go.—
Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest,
Whilst you abide here.
Eno.
Humbly, sir, I thank you.
[Exeunt.
-- 176 --
SCENE III.
Enter Cæsar, Antony, Octavia between them; Attendants, and a Soothsayer.
Ant.
The world, and my great office, will sometimes
Divide me from your bosom.
Octa.
All which time,
Before the gods my knee shall bow in prayers4 note
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
Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear lady.
Octa.
Good night, sir. 9Q0955
Cæs.
Good night.
[Exeunt Cæsar, and Octavia.
Ant.
Now, sirrah! you do wish yourself in Ægypt?
Sooth.
'Would I had never come from thence, nor you
Thither!
Ant.
If you can, your reason?
Sooth.
5 note
I see it in
-- 177 --
My motion, have it not in my tongue: But yet
Hie you again to Ægypt.
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 dæmon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is
Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable,
Where Cæsar's is not; but, near him, thy angel
6 note
Becomes a Fear, as being o'erpower'd; therefore
-- 178 --
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:—
[Exit Soothsayer.
He shall to Parthia.—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 7 note
his quails ever
Beat mine, 8 note
inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Ægypt:
And though I make this marriage for my peace,
-- 179 --
Enter Ventidius.
I' the east my pleasure lies.—O, come, Ventidius,
You must to Parthia; your commission's ready:
Follow me, and receive it.
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
The same; a Street.
Enter Lepidus, Mecænas, and Agrippa.
Lep.
Trouble yourselves no farther: 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 soldiers' dress,
Which will become you both, farewel.
Mec.
We shall,
As I conceive the journey, be at mount* note
Before you, Lepidus.
Lep.
Your stay is shorter,
My purposes do draw me much about;
You'll win two days upon me.
Both.
Sir, good success!
Lep.
Farewel.
[Exeunt.
SCENE V.
The Palace in Alexandria.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
Cleo.
Give me some musick; 9 note
musick, moody food
-- 180 --
Of us that trade in love.
Omnes.
The musick, ho!
Enter Mardian.
Cleo.
Let it alone; let us 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.
Cleo.
And when good will is shew'd, though it come too short,
The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:—
Give me mine angle,—We'll to the river: there,
My musick playing far off, I will betray
1 note
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 hook2 note, which he
With fervency drew up.
Cleo.
That time!—O 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 drank him to his bed;
-- 181 --
Then put my tires and mantles on him, 3 note
whilst
I wore his sword Philippan. O! from Italy;—
Enter a Messenger.
Ram thou thy fruitful tidings4 note
in mine ears,
That long time have been barren.
Mes.
Madam, madam,—
Cleo.
Antony's dead?—
If thou say so, villain, thou kill'st thy mistress:
But well and free5 note
,
If so thou yield him, there is gold, and here
My bluest veins to kiss; a hand, that kings
Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing.
Mes.
First, madam, he is well.
-- 182 --
Cleo.
Why, there's more gold. But, sirrah, mark; We use
To say, the dead are well: bring it to that,
The gold I give thee, will I melt, and pour
Down thy ill-uttering throat.
Mes.
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
To trumpet such good tidings? If not well,
Thou shouldst come like a fury crown'd with snakes,
6 note
note in the form of a fury, and not in the form of a
man. So, in A mad World my Masters, by Middleton, 1640:
“The very devil assum'd thee formally.”
i. e. assumed thy form.
Malone. 9Q0958
Not like a formal man.
Mes.
Will't please you hear me?
Cleo.
I have a mind to strike thee, ere thou speak'st:
Yet, if thou say, Antony lives, is well7 note
,
Or friends with Cæsar, or not captive to him,
8 note
I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail
-- 183 --
Rich pearls upon thee.
Mes.
Madam, he's well.
Cleo.
Well said.
Mes.
And friends with Cæsar.
Cleo.
Thou art an honest man.
Mes.
Cæsar and he are greater friends than ever.
Cleo.
Make thee a fortune from me.
Mes.
But yet, madam,—
Cleo.
I do not like but yet, it does allay
The good precedence; fye upon but yet:
But yet is as a jailor to bring forth
Some monstrous malefactor. Pr'ythee, friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear 9Q0959,
The good and bad together: He's friends with Cæsar;
In state of health, thou say'st; and, thou say'st, free.
Mes.
Free, madam! no; I made no such report:
He's bound unto Octavia.
Cleo.
For what good turn?
Mes.
For the best turn i' the bed.
Cleo.
I am pale, Charmian.
Mes.
Madam, he's married to Octavia.
Cleo.
The most infectious pestilence upon thee!
[Strikes him down.
Mes.
Good madam, patience.
Cleo.
What say you?—Hence,
[Strikes him again.
Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes
Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head;
[She hales him up and down.
Thou shalt be whipt with wire, and stew'd in brine,
-- 184 --
Smarting in lingring pickle.
Mes.
Gracious madam,
I, that do bring the news, made not the match.
Cleo.
Say, 'tis not so, a province I will give thee,
And make thy fortunes proud: the blow, thou hadst,
Shall make thy peace, for moving me to rage;
And I will boot thee with what gift beside
Thy modesty can beg.
Mes.
He's married, madam.
Cleo.
Rogue, thou hast liv'd too long.
[Draws a dagger9 note.
Mes.
Nay, then I'll run:—
What mean you, madam? I have made no fault.
[Exit.
Char.
Good madam, keep yourself within yourself;
The man is innocent.
Cleo.
Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.—
Melt Ægypt into Nile1 note
! and kindly creatures
Turn all to serpents!—Call the slave again;
Though I am mad, I will not bite him:—Call.
Char.
He is afeard to come.
Cleo.
I will not hurt him:—
2 note
These hands do lack nobility, that they strike
-- 185 --
A meaner than myself; since I myself
Have given myself the cause.—Come hither, sir.
Re-enter Messenger.
Though it be honest, it is never good
To bring bad news: Give to a gracious message
An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell
Themselves, when they be felt.
Mes.
I have done my duty.
Cleo.
Is he married?
I cannot hate thee worser than I do,
If thou again say, Yes.
Mes.
He is married, madam.
Cleo.
The gods confound thee! dost thou hold there still?
Mes.
Should I lye, madam?
Cleo.
O, I would, thou didst;
So half my Ægypt were submerg'd3 note
, and made
A cistern for scal'd snakes! Go, get thee hence;
Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me
Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married?
Mes.
I crave your highness' pardon.
Cleo.
He is married?
Mes.
Take no offence, that I would not offend you:
To punish me for what you make me do,
Seems much unequal: He is married to Octavia.
Cleo.
O, that his fault should make a knave of thee,
4 note
That art not what thou'rt sure of!—Get thee hence:
-- 186 --
The merchandise, which thou hast brought from Rome,
Are all too dear for me; Lye they upon thy hand,
And be undone by 'em!
[Exit Messenger.
Char.
Good your highness, patience.
Cleo.
In praising Antony, I have disprais'd Cæsar.
Char.
Many times, madam.
Cleo.
I am paid for it now. Lead me from hence,
I faint; O Iras, Charmian,—'Tis no matter:—
Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him
Report the feature of Octavia5 note
, her years,
-- 187 --
Her inclination, let him not leave out
The colour of her hair:—bring me word quickly.—
[Exit Alexas.
6 noteLet him for ever go:—Let him not,—Charmian;
Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
The other way he is a7 note
Mars:—Bid you Alexas
[To Mardian.
Bring me word, how tall she is.—Pity me, Charmian,
But do not speak to me.—Lead me to my chamber.
[Exeunt.
SCENE VI.
Near Misenum.
Enter Pompey, and Menas, at one door, with drum and
trumpet: at another, Cæsar, Lepidus, Antony, Enobarbus,
Mecænas, with soldiers marching.
Pomp.
Your hostages I have, so have you mine;
And we shall talk before we fight.
Cæs.
Most meet,
That first we come to words; and therefore have we
Our written purposes before us sent:
Which, if thou hast consider'd, let us know
If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword;
And carry back to Sicily much tall youth,
That else must perish here.
-- 188 --
Pomp.
To you all three,
The senators alone of this great world,
Chief factors for the gods,—I do not know,
Wherefore my father should revengers want,
Having a son, and friends; since Julius Cæsar,
Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted,
There saw you labouring for him. What was it,
That mov'd pale Cassius to conspire? And
What made, all-honour'd, honest, Roman Brutus,
With the arm'd rest, courtiers of beauteous freedom,
To drench the Capitol; but that they would
Have one man but a man? And that is it,
Hath made me rig my navy; at whose burden
The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant
To scourge the ingratitude that despightful Rome
Cast on my noble father.
Cæs.
Take your time.
Ant.
8 noteThou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails,
We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st
How much we do o'er-count thee.
Pomp.
At land, indeed,
Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house:
9 note
But, since the cuckow builds not for himself,
Remain in't, as thou may'st.
Lep.
Be pleas'd to tell us,
(For this is from the present) how you take
The offers we have sent you.
Cæs.
There's the point.
Ant.
Which do not be intreated to, but weigh
-- 189 --
What it is worth embrac'd.
Cæs.
And what may follow,
To try a larger fortune.
Pomp.
You have made me offer
Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must
Rid all the sea of pirates: then, to send
Measures of wheat to Rome: This 'greed upon,
To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back
Our targes undinted.
Omnes.
That's our offer.
Pomp.
Know then,
I came before you here, a man prepar'd
To take this offer: But Mark Antony
Put me to some impatience:—Though I lose
The praise of it by telling, You must know,
When Cæsar and your brother were at blows,
Your mother came to Sicily, and did find
Her welcome friendly.
Ant.
I have heard it, Pompey;
And am well studied for a liberal thanks,
Which I do owe you.
Pomp.
Let me have your hand:
I did not think, sir, to have met you here.
Ant.
The beds i' the east are soft; and thanks to you
That call'd me, timelier than my purpose, hither;
For I have gain'd by it.
Cæs.
Since I saw you last,
There is a change upon you.
Pomp.
Well, I know not,
1 noteWhat counts harsh fortune casts upon my face;
But in my bosom shall she never come,
To make my heart her vassal.
Lep.
Well met here.
Pomp.
I hope so, Lepidus.—Thus we are agreed:
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I crave, our composition may be written,
And seal'd between us.
Cæs.
That's the next to do.
Pomp.
We'll feast each other, ere we part; and let us
Draw lots, who shall begin.
Ant.
That will I, Pompey.
Pomp.
No, Antony, take the lot: but, first,
Or last, your fine Ægyptian cookery
Shall have the fame. I have heard, that Julius Cæsar
Grew fat with feasting there.
Ant.
You have heard much.
Pomp.
I have fair meaning, sir.
Ant.
And fair words to them.
Pomp.
Then so much have I heard:—
And I have heard, Apollodorus carried—
Eno.
No more of that:—He did so.
Pomp.
What, I pray you?
Eno.
A certain queen to Cæsar2 note in a mattress.
Pomp.
I know thee now; How far'st thou, soldier?
Eno.
Well;
And well am like to do; for, I perceive,
Four feasts are toward.
Pomp.
Let me shake thy hand;
I never hated thee: I have seen thee fight,
When I have envied thy behaviour.
Eno.
Sir,
I never lov'd you much; but I have prais'd you,
When you have well deserv'd ten times as much
As I have said you did.
Pomp.
Enjoy thy plainness,
It nothing ill becomes thee.—
Aboard my galley I invite you all:
Will you lead, lords?
All.
Shew us the way, sir.
Pomp.
Come.
[Exeunt. Manent Enob. and Menas.
-- 191 --
Men. [Aside.]
Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have made this treaty.—
You and I have known, sir.
Eno.
At sea, I think.
Men.
We have, sir.
Eno.
You have done well by water.
Men.
And you by land.
Eno.
3 noteI will praise any man that will praise me:
though it cannot be denied what I have done by land.
Men.
Nor what I have done by water.
Eno.
Yes, something you can deny for your own
safety: you have been a great thief by sea.
Men.
And you by land.
Eno.
There I deny my land service. But give me
your hand, Menas: If our eyes had authority, here
they might take two thieves kissing.
Men.
All men's faces are true, whatsoe'er their
hands are.
Eno.
But there is never a fair woman has a true
face.
Men.
No slander; they steal hearts.
Eno.
We came hither to fight with you.
Men.
For my part, I am sorry it is turn'd to a
drinking. Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune.
Eno.
If he do, sure, he cannot weep it back again.
Men.
You have said, sir. We look'd not for Mark
Antony here; Pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?
Eno.
Cæsar's sister is call'd Octavia.
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Men.
True, sir; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus.
Eno.
But now she is the wife of Marcus Antonius.
Men.
Pray you, sir?
Eno.
'Tis true.
Men.
Then is Cæsar, and he, for ever knit together.
Eno.
If I were bound to divine of this unity, I
would not prophesy so.
Men.
I think, the policy of that purpose made more
in the marriage, than the love of the parties.
Eno.
I think so too. But you shall find, the band,
that seems to tie their friendship together, will be the
very strangler of their amity: Octavia is of a holy,
cold, and still conversation.
Men.
Who would not have his wife so?
Eno.
Not he, that himself is not so; which is Mark
Antony. He will to his Ægyptian dish again: then
shall the sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Cæsar;
and, as I said before, that which is the strength of
their amity, shall prove the immediate author of
their variance. Antony will use his affection where
it is; he marry'd but his occasion here.
Men.
And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard?
I have a health for you.
Eno.
I shall take it, sir: we have us'd our throats
in Egypt.
Men.
Come; let's away.
[Exeunt.
-- 193 --
SCENE VII.
Near mount Misenum.
On board Pompey's Galley.
Musick plays. Enter two or three Servants with a banquet.
1 Serv.
Here they'll be, man: 4 noteSome o' their plants
are ill-rooted already, the least wind i' the world will
blow them down.
2 Serv.
Lepidus is high-colour'd.
1 Serv.
5 noteThey have made him drink alms-drink.
2 Serv.
6 noteAs they pinch one another by the disposition,
he cries out, no more; reconciles them to his
entreaty, and himself to the drink.
1 Serv.
But it raises the greater war between him
and his discretion.
2 Serv.
Why, this it is to have a name in great
men's fellowship: I had as lief have a reed that will
do me no service, as 7 notea partizan I could not heave.
1 Serv.
8 note
To be call'd into a huge sphere, and not
-- 194 --
to be seen to move in't, are the holes where eyes
should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks.
A sennet sounded. Enter Cæsar, Antony, Pompey, Lepidus,
Agrippa, Mecænas, Enobarbus, Menas, with
other Captains.
Ant.
Thus do they, sir: They take the flow o' the Nile
By certain scales i' the pyramid; they know,
By the height, the lowness, or the mean9 note, if dearth,
Or foizon, follow1 note: The higher Nilus swells,
The more it promises: as it ebbs, the seedsman
Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain,
And shortly comes to harvest.
Lep.
You have strange serpents there.
Ant.
Ay, Lepidus.
Lep.
Your serpent of Ægypt is bred now of your
mud by the operation of your sun: so is your crocodile.
Ant.
They are so.
-- 195 --
Pomp.
Sit,—and some wine.—A health to Lepidus.
Lep.
I am not so well as I should be, but I'll ne'er
out.
Eno.
Not 'till you have slept; I fear me, you'll be
in, 'till then.
Lep.
Nay, certainly, I have heard, the Ptolemies'
Pyramises are very goodly things; 9Q0960 without contradiction,
I have heard that.
Men.
Pompey, a word.
[Aside.
Pomp.
Say in mine ear: What is't?
Men.
Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, captain,
[Aside.
And hear me speak a word.
Pomp.
Forbear me 'till anon.—This wine for Lepidus.
Lep.
What manner o' thing is your crocodile?
Ant.
It is shap'd, sir, like it self; and it is as broad
as it hath breadth: it is just so high as it is, and
moves with its own organs: it lives by that which
nourisheth it; and the elements once out of it, it
transmigrates.
Lep.
What colour is it of?
Ant.
Of its own colour too.
Lep.
'Tis a strange serpent.
Ant.
'Tis so. And the tears of it are wet.
Cæs.
Will this description satisfy him?
Ant.
With the health that Pompey gives him, else
he is a very epicure.
Pomp. [To Menas aside.]
Go, hang, sir, hang! Tell me of that? away!
Do as I bid you.—Where's the cup I call'd for?
Men.
If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me,
Rise from thy stool.
Pomp. [Rises, and walks aside.]
I think, thou'rt mad. The matter?
Men.
I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes.
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Pomp. [To Menas.]
Thou hast serv'd me with much faith: What's else to say?—
Be jolly, lords.
Ant.
These quick-sands, Lepidus,
Keep off them, for you sink.
Men.
Wilt thou be lord of all the world?
Pomp.
What say'st thou?
Men.
Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That's twice.
Pomp.
How shall that be?
Men.
But entertain it,
And, though you think me poor, I am the man
Will give thee all the world.
Pomp.
Hast thou drunk well?
Men.
No, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup.
Thou art, if thou dar'st be, the earthly Jove:
Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips2 note,
Is thine, if thou wilt have it.
Pomp.
Shew me which way.
Men.
These three world-sharers, these competitors,
Are in thy vessel: Let me cut the cable3 note;
And, when we are put off, fall to their throats:
All then is thine4 note.
Pomp.
Ah, this thou should'st have done,
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And not have spoke of it! In me, 'tis villany;
In thee, it had been good service. Thou must know,
'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour;
Mine honour, it. Repent, that e'er thy tongue
Hath so betray'd thine act: Being done unknown,
I should have found it afterwards well done;
But must condemn it now. Desist, and drink.
Men.
For this,
I'll never follow 5 note
thy pall'd fortunes more.—
Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd,
Shall never find it more.
Pomp.
This health to Lepidus.
Ant.
Bear him ashore.—I'll pledge it for him, Pompey.
Eno.
Here's to thee, Menas.
Men.
Enobarbus, welcome.
Pomp.
Fill, 'till the cup be hid.
Eno.
There's a strong fellow, Menas.
[Pointing to the attendant who carries off Lepidus.
Men.
Why?
Eno.
He bears
The third part of the world, man; See'st not?
Men.
The third part then he is drunk: 'Would it were all,
That it might go on wheels!
Eno.
Drink thou; encrease the reels.
Men.
Come.
Pomp.
This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.
Ant.
It ripens towards it.—6 note
Strike the vessels, ho!
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Here is to Cæsar.
Cæs.
I could well forbear it.
It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain,
And it grows fouler.
Ant.
Be a child o' the time.
Cæs.
Possess it,
I will make answer: but I had rather fast
From all, four days, than drink so much in one.
Eno.
Ha, my brave emperor!
[To Ant.
Shall we dance now the Ægyptian Bacchanals,
And celebrate our drink.
Pomp.
Let's ha't, good soldier.
Ant.
Come, let's all take hands;
'Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our sense
In soft and delicate lethe.
Eno.
All take hands.—
Make battery to our ears with the loud music:—
The while, I'll place you: Then the boy shall sing;
7 note
The holding every man shall bear, as loud
As his strong sides can volly.
[Musick plays. Enobarbus places them hand in hand.
-- 199 --
SONG.
Come, thou monarch of the vine,
Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne8 note
In thy vats our cares be drown'd;
With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd;
Cup us 'till the world go round;
Cup us, 'till the world go round!
Cæs.
What would you more?—Pompey, good night. Good brother,
Let me request you off: our graver business
Frowns at this levity.—Gentle lords, let's part;
You see, we have burnt our cheeks: strong Enobarbe
Is weaker than the wine; and mine own tongue
Splits what it speaks: the wild disguise hath almost
Antick'd us all. What needs more words? Good night.—
Good Antony, your hand.
Pomp.
I'll try you on the shore.
Ant.
And shall, sir: give's your hand.
Pomp.
9 note
O, Antony, you have my father's house,
-- 200 --
But what? we are friends: Come, down into the boat.
Eno.
Take heed you fall not.—
Menas I'll not on shore.
Men.
No, to my cabin.—
These drums!—these trumpets, flutes! what!—
Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewel
To these great fellows: Sound, and be hang'd, sound out.
[Sound a flourish, with drums.
Eno.
Ho, says 'a!—There's my cap.
Men.
Ho!—noble captain! Come!
[Exeunt.
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