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.

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