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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 thunder:
bolt. . . s i .., Melt Egypt into Nile! 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:
e te I have done my dùty.
. .! Re-enter Messenger.
Cleo. Is he married?
He is married, madam.
there still?. Mess. Should I lie, madam?
These hands do lack nobility, that they strike
A meanter than myself;] Perhaps here was intended an indirect censure of Queen Elizabeth, for her unprincely and unfeminine treatment of the amiable Earl of Essex. The play was probably not produced till after her death, when a stroke at her proud and passionate demeanour to her courtiers and maids of honour (for her majesty used to chastise them too) might be safely hazarded, In a subsequent part of this scene there is (as Dr. Grey has obes served) an evident allusion to Elizabeth's enquiries concerning the person of her rival, Mary, Queen of Scots. MALONE... jis Cleo.
, 0, I would, thou didst; So half my Egypt were submerg'd, and made A cistern for scal'd snakes! Go, get thee hence; Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me Thou would'st appear most ugly. He is married? Mess. I crave your highness' pardon. Cleo.
He is married ? ..Mess. 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, That art not ! -What? thou’rt sure of't?-Get thee
hence: The merchandise which thou hast brought from
I am paid fort now.
[Erit ALEXAS. Let him for ever go:-Let him not-Charinian,
— were submerg'd,] Submerg‘d is whelmed under water. s the feature of Octavia,] By feature seems to be meant, the cast and make of her face. Feature, however, anciently appears to have signified beauty in general. - 4 Let him for ever go:] She is now talking in broken sentences, not of the Messenger, but Antony. JOHNSON.
4. Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, Tother way he's a Mars:-Bid you Alexas
[T. MARDIAN. " Bring me word, how tall she is.- Pity me, Charmian, But do not speak to me. -- Lead me to my chamber.
E Enter POMPEY and MENAS, at one side, with Drum
and Trumpet:' at another, CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, ANTÒNY, ENOBARBUS, MECÆNAS, with Soldiers marching.
Pom. Your hostages I have, so have you 'mine; And we shall talk before we fight: Cæs.
: To you all three,
Having a son, and friends; since Julius Cæsar, . 3. Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted,
There saw you labouring for him. What was it,
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Hath made me rig my navy; at whose burden
Take your time.
At land, indeed, Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house ; o But, since the cuckoo 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. Ces.
There's the point. Ant. Which do not be entreated to, but weigh What it is worth embrac'd. Ces.
And what may follow, To try a larger fortune.
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
:Thou canst not fear us,] Thou canst not affright us with thy numerous navy. 6 At land, indeed,
Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house:] At land indeed thou dost exceed me in possessions, having added to thy own my father's house. O'er-count seems to be used equivocally, and Pompey perhaps meant to insinuate that Antony not only out-numbered, but had over-reached, him.
7 But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself, &c.] Since, liko the cuckoo, that seizes the nests of other birds, you have invaded a house which you could not build, keep it while you can.
8- this is from the present,)] i, e. foreign to the object of our present discussion.
Our targe undinted.
Cæs. Ant. Lep. That's our offer.
I have heard it, Pompey; And am well studied for a liberal thanks, Which I do owe you. Pom.
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,
Well, I know not
Well met here.
That's the next to do.
That will I, Pompey.
• What counts harsh fortune casts, &c.] Metaphor from making marks or lines in casting accounts in arithmetick.