These hands do lack nobility, that they strike Sir. Re-enter Messenger. Come, hither, Though it be honest, it is never good To bring bad news: Give to a gracious message Then selves, when they be felt." Cleo. Is he married? I cannot hate thee worser than 1 do, If thou again say, Yes. Mes. He is married, Madam. Cleo. The Gods confound thee! dost thou hold Mes, Should I lie, Madam? Cleo. O, I would, thou didst; So half any Egypt were submerg'd, and made A cistern for scal'd snakes! Go, get thee hence; Had'st thou Narcissus in thy face, to me Thou would'st 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 That art not!! of thee, What? thou'rt sure of't? Get thee hence: The merchandise, which thou hast brought from Rome, Are all too dear for me; Lie they upon thy hand And be undone by em! [Exit Messenger Char. Good your Highness, patience. Cleo. In praising Antony, I have disprais'd Char. Many times, Madam. Cleo. I am paid for't now. Lead me from hence, شي I faint; O Iras, Charmian, t 'Tis no matter's Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him Report the feature of Clavia, her years, not leave out quickly. Let him for ever go: [Exit ALEXAS. Char Though he be painted one Bring me word, how Let him not tall she is. Lead me to my chamber. But do not speak to. [Exeunt. Enter POMPEY, and MENAS, at one side, with drum and trumpet: at another, - CAESAR, LEPIDUS, ANTONY, ENOBARBUS, MECAENAS, with soldiers marching. Pom. Your hostages I have, so have you mine And we shall talk before we fight, Caes. 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; Pom. To you all three, The senators alone of this great world, I do not know, Wherefore my father should revengers want, མ། Caes. Take your time. Ant. Thou 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. Pom. At land, indeed,, t me of my f Thou dost o'er-count me father's house : But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself, Lep. Be pleas'd to tell us, (For this is from the present) how you take The offers we have sent you. Caes. There's the point." Ant. Which do not be entreated to, but Weigh What it is worth embrac'd. Caes. And what may follow, To try a larger fortune. Pom. 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 targe undinted. Caes Ant. Lep. That's our offer. Pom. Know then, I came before you here, a man prepar'd Put me to some impatience: Though I lose The praise of it by telling, You must know, When Caesar and your brothers 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, Pom. Let me have your hand: I did not think, Sir, to have met you here. to you, That call'd me, timelier than my purpose, hither; For I have gain'd by it. Caes. Since I saw you last, There is a change upon you. Pom. Well, I know not What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face;" To make my heart her vassal. Lep. Well met here..! Thus we are agreed: I grave, our composition may be written, Caes. That's the next to do. Pom. We'll feast each other, ere we part; and ! let us Draw lots, who shall begin. Ant. That will I, Pompey. Pom. No, Antony, take the lot: but, first, i Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery Shall have the fame. I have heard, that › Julius Caesar Grew fat with feasting there. Eno. No more of that: Pom. What, I pray you? Eno. A certain Queen to Caesar in a mattress. Pom. I know thee now; how far'st thou, sol Eno: Well; 'dier? t And well am like to do; for, I perceive, Pom. Let me shake thy hand; I never hated thee: I have seen thee fight, Eno. Sir, I never lov'd you much; but I have prais'd yon, When you have, well desery'd ten times as much As I have said you did.s Pom. Enjoy thy plainness, |