Cleo.
What shall we do ^note, Enobarbus?

Eno.
Think ^note, and die.

Cleo.
Is Antony or we in fault for this?

Eno.
Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his reason. What though ^note you fled
From that great face of war, whose several ranges ^note

Frighted each other, why should he follow ^note?
The itch of his affection should not then
Have nick'd ^note his captainship; at ^note such a point,
When half to half the world opposed, he being
The mered ^note question: ^note 'twas ^note a shame no less
Than was his loss, to course your flying flags
And leave his navy gazing.

Cleo.
Prithee, peace. Enter ^note Antony, with Euphronius the Ambassador.

Ant.
Is that ^note his answer?

Euph. ^note
Ay, my lord.

Ant.
The queen shall then have courtesy, so she
Will yield us up. ^note

Euph. ^note
He ^note says so.

Ant.
Let ^note her know't ^note.
To the boy Cæsar send this grizzled head,
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim ^note
With principalities.

Cleo.
That head, my lord?

Ant.
To him again: tell him he wears the rose
Of youth upon him, from which the world should note
Something particular: his coin, ships, legions,
May be a coward's, whose ministers ^note 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 ^note apart
And answer me declined, sword against sword ^note,
Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow me. [Exeunt ^note Antony and Euphronius.

Eno. [Aside ^note]
Yes, like enough, high-battled Cæsar will
Unstate his happiness and be staged to the show
Against a sworder! ^note I see men's judgements are
A parcel of their fortunes, and things outward
Do draw the inward quality ^note after them,
To suffer all alike. That ^note he should dream,
Knowing all measures ^note, the full Cæsar will
Answer his emptiness! Cæsar, thou hast subdued
His judgement too. Enter an Attendant. ^note

Att. ^note
A messenger from Cæsar.

Cleo.
What, no more ceremony? See, my women,
Against the blown rose may they stop their nose ^note
That kneel'd unto the buds. ^note Admit him, sir. [Exit Attend. ^note

Eno. [Aside ^note]
Mine honesty and I begin to square. ^note
The ^note loyalty well held to fools does make
Our faith mere folly: yet he that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord
Does conquer him that did his master conquer,
And earns a place i' the story. Enter Thyreus.

Cleo.
Cæsar's will? ^note

Thyr.
Hear it apart.

Cleo.
None ^note but friends: say ^note boldly.

Thyr.
So, haply, are they friends to Antony.

Eno. ^note
He needs as many, sir, as Cæsar has,
Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our ^note master
Will leap to be his friend: for us, you ^note know,
Whose he is we are, and that is ^note Cæsar's.

Thyr.
So ^note.
Thus then, thou most renown'd: ^note Cæsar entreats ^note
Not to consider in what case thou stand'st
Further than he is Cæsar. ^note

Cleo.
Go on: right ^note royal ^note.

Thyr.
He knows that you embrace ^note not Antony
As you did love, but as you fear'd ^note him.

Cleo.
O! ^note

Thyr.
The scars ^note upon your honour therefore he
Does pity as constrained blemishes,
Not as deserved.

Cleo.
He is ^note a god and knows
What is most right: mine honour was not yielded,
But conquer'd merely. ^note

Eno. [Aside ^note]
To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art ^note so leaky ^note
That we must leave thee to ^note thy sinking, for

Thy dearest quit thee. [Exit. ^note

Thyr.
Shall I say to Cæsar
What you require of him? ^note for ^note he partly begs
To be desired to give. It much would please him,
That of his fortunes you should make a staff
To lean upon: but it would warm his spirits,
To hear from me you had left Antony,
And put yourself ^note under his shrowd ^note,
The universal landlord. ^{note note}

Cleo.
What's your name?

Thyr.
My name is Thyreus.

Cleo.
Most kind messenger,
Say to great Cæsar this: in deputation ^note
I kiss his conquering hand: tell him, I am ^note prompt
To lay my crown at's ^note feet, and there to kneel:
Tell him, from ^note his all-obeying ^note breath I hear
The doom of Egypt.

Thyr.
'Tis ^note your noblest course.
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay ^note
My duty on your hand.

Cleo.
Your Cæsar's father oft ^note,
When he hath mused of taking kingdoms in ^note,
Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
As it rain'd kisses.

^noteRe-enter ^note Antony and Enobarbus. ^note

Ant.
Favours, by Jove that thunders!
What art thou, fellow? ^note

Thyr.
One that but performs
The bidding of the fullest man and worthiest
To have command obey'd.

Eno. [Aside ^note]
You will be whipp'd.

Ant.
Approach, there! Ah ^note, you kite! Now, gods and devils!
Authority melts from me: of late, when ^note I cried ‘Ho!’
Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth,
And cry ‘Your will? ^note’ Have you no ears?
I am ^note Antony yet. Enter Attendants. ^note
Take hence this Jack, and whip him. ^{note note}

Eno. [Aside ^note]
'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp
Than with an old one dying.

Ant.
Moon and stars!
Whip him. Were't ^note twenty of the greatest tributaries
That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I find them
So saucy with the hand of she ^note here,—what's her name,
Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him, fellows,
Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face,
And whine aloud for mercy: take him hence.

Thyr.
Mark Antony,— ^note

Ant.
Tug him away: being whipp'd,
Bring him again: this ^note Jack of Cæsar's shall
Bear us an errand ^note to him. [Exeunt ^note Attendants with Thyreus. ^note
You were half blasted ere I knew you: ha!
Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome,
Forborne the getting of a lawful race,
And by a gem ^note of women, to be abused
By one that looks on feeders?

Cleo.
Good my lord,— ^note

Ant.
You have been a boggler ^note ever:
But when we in our viciousness grow ^note hard—
O misery on't!—the wise gods seel ^note our eyes;
In our own filth ^note drop ^note our clear judgements; make us
Adore our errors; laugh at's ^note while we strut
To our confusion.

Cleo.
O, is't come to this?

Ant.
I found you as a morsel cold upon
Dead Cæsar's trencher; nay, you were a fragment
Of Cneius ^note Pompey's ^note; besides what hotter hours,
Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have
Luxuriously pick'd out: for I am sure,
Though you can guess what temperance should be,
You know not what it is.

Cleo.
Wherefore is this?

Ant.
To let a fellow that will take rewards
And say ‘God quit you!’ be familiar with
My playfellow, your hand, this ^note kingly seal

And plighter of high hearts! O, that I were
Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar
The horned herd! for I have savage cause;
And to proclaim it civilly, were like
A halter'd neck which does the hangman thank
For being yare about him. Re-enter ^note Attendants with Thyreus.
Is he whipp'd?

First Att. ^note
Soundly, my lord.

Ant.
Cried he? and begg'd he ^note pardon?

First Att. ^note
He did ask favour.

Ant.
If that thy father live, let him repent
Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry
To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since
Thou hast been whipp'd for ^note following him: henceforth
The white hand of a lady fever thee,
Shake thou ^note to look on't. Get ^note thee back to Cæsar,
Tell him thy entertainment: look thou say
He makes me angry with him; for he seems
Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was: he makes me angry;
And at this time most easy 'tis to do't,
When my good stars that were my former guides
Have empty left their orbs and shot ^note their fires
Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike
My speech and what is done, tell him he has
Hipparchus, my enfranched ^note bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like, to quit me: urge it thou:

Hence with thy stripes, begone! [Exit Thyreus. ^note

Cleo.
Have you done yet?

Ant.
Alack, our terrene moon
Is now eclipsed, and it portends alone ^note
The fall of Antony. ^note

Cleo.
I must stay his time. ^note

Ant.
To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes
With one that ties his points?

Cleo.
Not know me yet?

Ant.
Cold-hearted toward me?

Cleo.
Ah, dear, ^note if I be so,
From my cold heart let heaven engender hail,
And poison it ^note in the source, and the first stone
Drop in my neck: as it determines, so
Dissolve my life! The next Cæsarion smite! ^note
Till by degrees the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the discandying ^note of this pelleted storm
Lie graveless, till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for prey!

Ant.
I am ^note satisfied.
Cæsar sits down in ^note Alexandria, where
I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
Hath nobly held; our ^note sever'd navy too
Have knit again, and fleet ^note, threatening most sea-like.
Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady?
If from the field I shall ^note return once more
To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
I and ^note my sword will earn our ^note chronicle:

There's hope in't ^note yet.

Cleo.
That's my brave lord!

Ant.
I will be treble-sinew'd ^note, hearted, breath'd,
And fight maliciously: for when mine hours
Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth,
And send to darkness all that stop me. Come,
Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me
All my sad captains; fill our bowls once more:
Let's ^note mock the midnight bell.

Cleo.
It is my birth-day:
I had thought to have ^note held it poor, but since my lord
Is Antony again ^note, I will be Cleopatra. ^note

Ant.
We will ^note yet do well.

Cleo.
Call all his noble captains to my lord.

Ant.
Do so, we'll speak to them ^note; and to night I'll force
The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my queen; ^note
There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight
I'll make death love me, for I will contend
Even with his pestilent scythe ^note. [Exeunt ^note all but Enobarbus.

Eno.
Now he'll outstare ^note the lightning. To be furious
Is to be ^note frighted ^note out of fear; and ^note in that mood
The dove will peck the estridge; and I ^note see still,
A diminution in our captain's brain
Restores his heart: when valour preys on ^note reason,

It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
Some way to leave him. [Exit. ^note

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