Phi.
Nay, but this dotage of our general's ^note
O'er-flows the measure: those his goodly eyes,
That o'er the files and musters of the war
Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
The office and devotion of their view
Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
Which in the scuffles of great fights ^note hath burst
The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper;
And is become the bellows, and the fan,
To cool a gipsy's lust.—Look, where they come: Flourish. Enter Antony, Cleopatra, and their Trains; Eunuchs fanning her.
Take but good note, and you shall see in him
The triple pillar of the world transform'd
Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.

Cle.
If it be love indeed, tell me how much.

Ant.
There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.

Cle.
I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd.

Ant.
Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth. Enter an Attendant.14Q1051

Att.
News, my good lord, from Rome.

Ant.
'T grates me ^note:—The sum.

Cle.
Nay, hear them Antony:
Fulvia, perchance, is angry; Or, who knows
If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent
His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this;
Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that;
Perform't, or else we damn thee.

Ant.
How, my love!

Cle.
Perchance? Nay, and most like:—
You must not stay here longer, your dismission
Is come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antony.—
Where's Fulvia's process?—Cæsar's, I would say?—Both?
Call in the messengers.—As I am Egypt's queen,
Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine
Is Cæsar's homager: so ^note thy cheek pays shame,
When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds.—The messengers.

Ant.
Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide arch
Of the rang'd empire ^note14Q1052 fall! Here † is my space;
Kingdoms are clay: Our dungy earth alike
Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life
Is, to do † thus; when such a mutual pair,
And such a twain can do't; in which, I bind,
On pain ^note of punishment, the world to weet
We stand up peerless.

Cle.
Excellent falshood!
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?—
I seem ^note the fool I am not;14Q1053 Antony

Will be himself.

Ant.
But, stir'd by Cleopatra,—
Now, for the love of love, and his soft ^note hours,
Let's not confound the time with conference harsh:
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
Without some pleasure now: What sport to-night?

Cle.
Hear the embassadors.

Ant.
Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every ^note passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd!
No messenger, but thine; And all alone,
To-night, we'll wander through the streets, and note
The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
Last night you did desire it: Speak not to us. [Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra, and Train.

Dem.
Is Cæsar with Antonius priz'd so slight?

Phi.
Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
He comes too short of that great property
Which still should go with Antony.

Dem.
I am full sorry,
That he approves the common lyar, who
Thus speaks of him at Rome: But I will hope
Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. Another Room. Enter Alexas, Iras, Charmian, Soothsayer, and Others.

Cha.
&lblank; Alexas, sweet Alexas,
Most any thing Alexas, nay, almost
Most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer
That you prais'd so to the queen?

O, that I knew this husband, which, you say,
Must charge ^note his horns14Q1054 with garlands!

Ale.
Soothsayer,—

Soo.
Your will?

Cha.
Is this the man?—Is't you, sir, that know things?

Soo.
In nature's infinite book of secrecy
A little I can read.

Ale.

Shew him your hand.

Eno.

Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough, Cleopatra's health to drink.

Cha.

Good sir, give me good fortune.

Soo.

I make not, but foresee.

Cha.

Pray then, foresee me one.

Soo.

You shall be yet far fairer than you are.

Cha.

He means, in flesh.

Ira.

No, you shall paint when you are old.

Cha.

Wrinkles forbid!

Ale.

Vex not his prescience, be attentive.

Cha.

Hush!

Soo.

You shall be more beloving, than belov'd.

Cha.

I had rather heat my liver with drinking.

Ale.

Nay, hear him.

Cha.

Good now, some excellent fortune: Let me be marry'd to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them all: let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage: find me to marry with Octavius Cæsar, and companion me with my mistress.

Soo.

You shall outlive the lady whom you serve.

Cha.

O excellent!14Q1055 I love long life better than figs.

Soo.

You have seen and prov'd a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach.

Cha.

Then, belike, my children shall have no names: Pr'ythee, how many boys and wenches must I have?

Soo.
If every of your wishes had a womb,
And fertil every ^note wish, a million.

Cha.

Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.

Ale.

You think, none but your sheets are privy to your wishes.

Cha.

Nay, come, tell Iras hers.

Ale.

We'll know all our fortunes.

Eno.

Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall be—drunk to bed.

Ira.

There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.

Cha.

E'en as the o'er-flowing Nilus presageth famine.

Ira.

Go, you wild bed-fellow, you cannot soothsay.

Cha.

Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear.—Pr'ythee, tell her but a worky-day fortune.

Soo.

Your fortunes are alike.

Ira.

But how, but how? give me particulars.

Soo.

I have said.

Ira.

Am I not an inch of fortune better than she?

Cha.

Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you choose it?

Ira.

Not in my husband's nose.

Cha.

Our worser thoughts heavens mend!—Alexas— come,14Q1056 his fortune, his fortune.—O, let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! And let her dye too, and give him a worse! and let worse follow worse, 'till the worse of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good Isis,

hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee!

Ira.

Amen. ^note Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome man loose-wiv'd, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded; Therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly!

Cha.

Amen.

Ale.

Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but they'd do't.

Eno.
Hush! here comes Antony.

Cha.
Not he, the queen. Enter Cleopatra, attended.

Cle.
Saw you ^note my lord?

Eno.
No, lady.

Cle.
Was he not here?

Cha.
No, madam.

Cle.
He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the sudden
A Roman thought hath strook him.—Enobarbus,—

Eno.
Madam.

Cle.
Seek him, and bring him hither.—Where's Alexas ^note?

Ale.
Here, lady, at your service.—My lord approaches. Enter Antony, with a Messenger; Attendants following.

Cle.
We will not look upon him; Go with us. [Exeunt Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Alexas, Iras, Charmian, Soothsayer, and the rest.

Mes.
Fulvia thy wife first came into the field.

Ant.
Against my brother Lucius?

Mes.
Ay: but soon
That war had end, and the time's state made friends

Of them, jointing their forces against ^note Cæsar;
Whose better issue in the war from Italy,
Upon the first encounter, drave them.

Ant.
Well,
What worst?

Mes.
The nature of bad news infects the teller.

Ant.
When it concerns the fool, or coward. On:
Things, that are past, are done, with me: 'Tis thus;
Who tells me true, though in his tale lye death,
I hear him as he flatter'd.

Mes.
Labienus
(This is stiff news)14Q1057
Hath with his Parthian force, through extended Asia,
From Eúphrates his conquering banner shook,
From Syria, to Lydia, and Ionia ^note;
Whilst—

Ant.
Antony, thou would'st say,—

Mes.
O my lord!

Ant.
Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue;
Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome:
Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults
With such full licence, as both truth and malice
Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds,
When our quick winds lye still;14Q1058 and our ills told us,
Is as our earing. Fare thee well a while.

Mes.
At your noble pleasure. [Exit.

Ant.
From Sicyon how the news? Speak there.

1. A.
The man from Sicyon,—Is there such a one?

2. A.
He stays upon your will.

Ant.
Let him appear.—
These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, Enter another Messenger.

Or lose myself in dotage.—What are you?

Mes.
Fulvia thy wife is dead.

Ant.
Where dy'd she?

Mes.
In Sicyon:
Her length of sickness, with what else more serious
Importeth thee to know, this &dagger2; bears.

Ant.
Forbear me. [Exit Messenger.
There's a great spirit gone: Thus did I desire it:
What our contempts do often ^note hurl from us,
We wish it ours again; the present pleasure,14Q1059
By revolution lowering, does become
The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone;
The hand could pluck her back, that shov'd her on.
I must from this enchanting ^note queen break off;
Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
My idleness doth hatch—Ho! Enobarbus ^note! Enter Enobarbus.

Eno.

What's your pleasure, sir.

Ant.
I must with haste from hence.

Eno.

Why, then we kill all our women: We see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer our departure, death's the word.

Ant.

I must be gone.

Eno.

Under a compelling occasion, let women dye: It were pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between them and a great cause, they should be esteem'd nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dyes instantly; I have seen her dye twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do think, there is mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity ^note in dying.

Ant.

She is cunning past man's thought.

Eno.

Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love: We cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacks can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.

Ant.

Would I had never seen her!

Eno.

O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work; which not to have been blest withal, would have discredited your travel.

Ant.

Fulvia is dead.

Eno.

Sir?

Ant.

Fulvia is dead.

Eno.

Fulvia?

Ant.

Dead.

Eno.

Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When it pleaseth their deities14Q1060 to take the wife of a man from him, it shews to man the tailors of the earth; comforting therein, that, when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented: this grief is crown'd with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new petticoat: and, indeed, the tears live in an onion, that should water this sorrow.

Ant.
The business she hath broached in the state
Cannot endure my absence.

Eno.

And the business you have broach'd here cannot be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode.

Ant.
No more light answers ^note. Let our officers
Have notice what we purpose: I shall break

The cause of our expedience to the queen,
And get her love to ^note part.14Q1061 For not alone
The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too
Of many our contriving friends in Rome
Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius
Hath given ^note the dare to Cæsar, and commands
The empire of the sea: our slippery people
(Whose love is never link'd to the deserver,
'Till his deserts are past) begin to throw
Pompey the great, and all his dignities,
Upon his son; who, high in name and power,
Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
For the main soldier; whose quality, going on,
The sides o' the world may danger: Much is breeding,
Which, like the courser's hair,14Q1062 hath yet but life,
And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure,
To such whose place is under us, requires ^note
Our quick remove from hence.

Eno.
I shall do't. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. Another Room. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.

Cle.
Where is he?

Cha.
I did not see him since.

Cle.
See where he is, who's with ^note him, what he does;—
I did not send you;—14Q1063 If you find him sad,
Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report
That I am sudden sick: Quick, and ^note return. [Exit Alexas.

Cha.
Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly,
You do not hold the method to enforce

The like from him.

Cle.
What should I do, I do not?

Cha.
In each thing give him way, cross him in nothing.

Cle.
Thou teachest like a fool: the way to lose him.

Cha.
Tempt him not so too far: I wish, forbear;
In time we hate that which we often fear. Enter Antony.
But here comes Antony.

Cle.
I am sick, and sullen.

Ant.
I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose,—

Cle.
Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall;
It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
Will not sustain it.

Ant.
Now, my dearest queen,—

Cle.
Pray you, stand farther from me.

Ant.
What's the matter?

Cle.
I know, by that same eye, there's some good news:
What says the marry'd woman? You may go;
Would, she had never given you leave to come!
Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here,
I have no power upon you; hers you are.

Ant.
The gods best know,—

Cle.
O, never was there queen
So mightily betray'd! Yet, at the first,
I saw the treasons planted.

Ant.
Cleopatra,—

Cle.
Why should I think, you can be mine, and true,
Though you in ^note swearing shake the throned gods,
Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness,
To be entangl'd with those mouth-made vows,
Which break themselves in swearing!

Ant.
Most sweet queen,—

Cle.
Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going,
But bid farewel, and go: when you su'd staying,
Then was the time for words: No going then;
Eternity was in our lips, and eyes;
Bliss in our brows' bent;14Q1064 none our parts so poor,
But was a race of ^note heaven: They are so still,
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
Art turn'd the greatest lyar ^note.

Ant.
How now, lady!

Cle.
I would, I had thy inches; thou should'st know,
There were a heart in Egypt.

Ant.
Hear me, queen:
The strong necessity of time commands
Our services a while; but my full heart
Remains in use with you. Our Italy
Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome:
Equality of two domestic powers
Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown to strength,
Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey,
Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace
Into the hearts of such as have not thrived
Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;
And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge
By any desperate change: My more particular,
And that which most with you should safe my ^note going,
Is Fulvia's death.

Cle.
Though age from folly could not give me freedom,
It does from childishness; Can Fulvia dye?

Ant.
She's dead, my queen:
Look here &dagger2;, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read
The garboils she awak'd; at the last, best:

See, when, and where she dy'd.

Cle.
O most false love!
Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill
With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,
In Fulvia's death, how mine shall be receiv'd.

Ant.
Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know
The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,
As you shall give the advices: ^note By the fire
That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence
Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war,
As thou affect'st. ^note

Cle.
Cut my lace, Charmian, come;—
But let it be; I am quickly ill, and well,
So Antony loves.14Q1065

Ant.
My precious queen, forbear;
And give true evidence to his love, which stands
An honourable trial.

Cle.
So Fulvia told me.
I pr'ythee, turn aside, and weep for her;
Then bid adieu to me, and say, the tears
Belong to Egypt: Good now, play one scene
Of excellent dissembling; and let it look
Like perfect honour.

Ant.
You'll heat my blood; no more.

Cle.
You can do better yet; but this is meetly.

Ant.
Now, by my ^note sword,—

Cle.
And target,—Still he mends;
But this is not the best:—Look, pr'ythee, Charmian,
How this Herculean Roman does become
The carriage of his chafe.

Ant.
I'll leave you, lady.

Cle.
Courteous lord, one word.

Sir, you and I must part,—but that's not it:
Sir, you and I have lov'd,—but there's not it;
That you know well: Something it is I would,—
O, my oblivion14Q1066 is a very Antony,
And I am all-forgotten.

Ant.
But that your royalty
Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
For idleness itself.

Cle.
'Tis sweating labour,
To bear such idleness so near the heart
As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me;
Since my becomings kill me, when they do not
Eye well to you: Your honour calls you hence;
Therefore be deaf to my unpity'd folly,
And all the gods go with you! Upon your sword
Sit laurel'd victory! ^note and smooth success
Be strew'd before your feet!

Ant.
Let us go. Come;
Our seperation so abides, and flies,
That thou, residing here, go'st ^note yet with me,
And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.
Away. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Rome. A Room in Cæsar's House. Enter Octavius Cæsar, Lepidus, and their Trains.

Cæs.
You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know, [giving him a Letter to read.
It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate
One great competitor:14Q1067 From Alexandria
This is the news, He fishes, drinks, and wastes
The lamps of night in revel: ^note is not more manlike
Than Cleopatra; nor the queen of Ptolemy

More womanly than he: hardly gave audience, or
Vouchsaf'd ^{note note} to think he had partners: You shall find there
A man, who is the abstract ^note of all faults
That all men follow.

Lep.
I must not think, there are
Evils enough to darken all his goodness:
His faults, in him,14Q1068 seem as the spots of heaven,
More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary,
Rather than purchas'd; what he cannot change,
Than what he chooses.

Cæs.
You are too indulgent: Let us grant, it is not ^note
Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit
And keep the turn of tipling with a slave;
To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet
With knaves that smell of ^note sweat: say, this becomes him,
(As his composure must be rare indeed,
Whom these things cannot blemish) yet must Antony
No way excuse his foils, when we do bear
So great weight in his lightness: If he fill'd
His vacancy with his voluptuousness,
Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones,
Call on him for't: but, to confound such time,—
That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud
As his own state, and ours,—'tis to be chid
As we rate boys; who, being mature in knowledge,
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
And so rebel to judgment. Enter a Messenger.

Lep.
Here's more news.

Mes.
Thy biddings have been done; and every hour,
Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report

How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea;
And it appears, he is belov'd of those
That only have fear'd Cæsar: to the ports
The discontents repair, and mens' reports
Give him much wrong'd.

Cæs.
I should have known no less:—
It hath been taught us14Q1069 from the primal state,
That he, which is, was wish'd, until he were;
And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd, 'till ne'er worth love,
Comes dear'd ^note, by being lack'd. This common ^note body,
Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,
Goes to, and back, lackying ^note the varying tide,
To rot itself with motion. Enter another Messenger.

Mes.
Cæsar, I bring thee word,
Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,
Make ^note the sea serve them; which they ear and wound
With keels of every kind: Many hot inroads
They make in Italy; the borders maritime
Lack blood to think on't, and flush ^note youth revolt:
No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon
Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more,
Than could his war resisted.

Cæs.
Antony,
Leave thy lascivious wassails ^note: When thou once
Wert beaten ^note from Modéna ^note, where thou slew'st
Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel
Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against,
Though daintily brought up, with patience more
Than savages could suffer: thou did'st drink
The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle
Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign

The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
The barks of trees thou browsed'st: on ^note the Alps,
It is reported, thou didst eat strange flesh,
Which some did dye to look on: And all this
(It wounds thine honour, that I speak it now)
Was born so like a soldier, that thy cheek
So much as lank'd not.

Lep.
'Tis pity of him.

Cæs.
Let his shames quickly
Drive him to Rome: Time is it ^note, that we twain
Did shew ourselves i' the field; and, to that end,
Assemble we immediate ^note council: Pompey
Thrives in our idleness.

Lep.
To-morrow, Cæsar,
I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
Both what by sea and land I can be able,
To 'front this present time.

Cæs.
'Till which encounter,
It is my business too. Farewel.

Lep.
Farewel, my lord: What you shall know mean time
Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,
To let me be partaker.

Cæs.
Doubt not, sir;
I knew it for my bond. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter Cleopatra, supporting herself on Iras; Charmian, and Mardian, following.

Cle.
Charmian,—

Cha.
Madam.

Cle.
Ha, ha,—Give me to drink mandragora. ^note

Cha.
Why, madam?

Cle.
That I might sleep out this great gap of time,
My Antony is away.

Cha.
You think of him
Too much.

Cle.
O!—Treason ^note!

Cha.
Madam, I trust, not so.

Cle.
Thou, eunuch, Mardian,—

Mar.
What's your highness' pleasure?

Cle.
Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure
In ought an eunuch has: 'Tis well for thee,
That, being unseminar'd, ^note thy freer thoughts
May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?

Mar.
Yes, gracious madam.

Cle.
Indeed?

Mar.
Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing
But what indeed is honest to be done:
Yet have I fierce affections, and think
What Venus did with Mars.

Cle.
O Charmian,
Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?
Or does he walk? Or is he on his horse?—
O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
Do bravely, horse; For wot'st thou whom thou mov'st?
The demy Atlas of this earth, the arm
And burgonet of man.—He's speaking now,
Or murmuring, Where's my serpent of old Nile?
For so he calls me;—Now I feed myself
With most delicious poison:—Think on me,
That am with Phœbus' amorous pinches black,
And wrinkl'd deep in time? Broad-fronted Cæsar,
When thou wast here above the ground, I was

A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey
Would stand, and make his eyes grow in my brow;
There would he anchor his aspéct, and dye
With looking on his life. Enter Alexas.

Ale.
Sovereign of Egypt, hail!

Cle.
How much unlike art thou Mark Antony!
Yet, coming from him, that great med'cine14Q1070 hath
With his tinct gilded thee.—
How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?

Ale.
Last thing he did, dear queen,
He kiss'd, the last of many doubl'd kisses,
This orient pearl &dagger2;; His speech sticks in my heart.

Cle.
Mine ear must pluck it thence.

Ale.
Good friend, quoth he,
Say, The firm Roman to great Egypt sends
This treasure of an oister: at whose foot,
To mend the petty present, I will piece
Her opulent throne with kingdoms; All the east,
Say thou, shall call her mistress. So he nodded,
And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed;
Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke
Was beastly dumb'd ^note by him.

Cle.
What, was he sad, or merry?

Ale.
Like to the time o' the year between the extreams
Of hot and cold; he was nor sad, nor merry.

Cle.
O well-divided disposition!—Note him,
Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man, but note him:
He was not sad; for he would shine on those
That make their looks by his: he was not merry;
Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay
In Egypt with his joy: but between both:

O heavenly mingle!—Be'st thou sad, or merry,
The violence of either thee becomes;
So does it no man else. ^note—Met'st thou my posts?

Ale.
Ay, madam, twenty several messengers:
Why do you send so thick?

Cle.
Who's born that day
When I forget to send to Antony,
Shall dye a beggar.—Ink and paper, Charmian.—
Welcome, my good Alexas.—Did I, Charmian,
Ever love Cæsar so?

Cha.
O that brave Cæsar!

Cle.
Be choak'd with such another emphasis!
Say, the brave Antony.

Cha.
The valiant Cæsar!

Cle.
By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth,
If thou with Cæsar paragon again
My man of men.

Cha.
By your most gracious pardon,
I sing but after you.

Cle.
My sallad days;
When I was green in judgment, cold in blood;
To say, as I said then!—But, come, away;
Get me ink and paper: he shall have every day
A ^note several greeting, or I'll unpeople Egypt. [Exeunt.

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