So saucy with the hand of she 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,

Tug him away; being whipped,
Bring him again. This Jack of Cæsar's shall
Bear us an errand to him.-

[Exeunt Attend., with THYREUS. You were half blasted ere I knew you.—Ha! Have I my pillow left unpressed in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawful race, And by a gem of women, to be abused By one that looks on feeders ?? Cleo.

Good my lord, Ant. You have been a boggler ever. But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O, misery on't!) the wise gods seel' our eyes ; În our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo.

0, is it come to this?
Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon
Dead Cæsar's trencher; nay, you were a fragment
Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours,
Unregistered in vulgar fame, you have
Luxuriouly 4 picked out.—For, I am sure,
Though you can guess what temperance should be,
You know not what it is.

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 kingly seal,
And plighter of high hearts !—0, that I were
Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar

1 Since she ceased to be Cleopatra. 2 i. e. on menials. Servants are called eaters and feeders by several of our old dramatic writers. 3 Close up.

4 Wantonly. 5 This is an allusion, however improper, to the Psalms.

The horned herd! for I have savage cause ;
And to proclaim it civilly, were like
A haltered neck, which does the hangman thank
For being yare about him.—Is he whipped ?

Re-enter Attendants, with THYREUS. 1 Att. Soundly, my lord. Ant. Cried he? and begged he pardon ? 1 Att. He did ask favor.

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 whipped for following him: henceforth,
The white hand of a lady fever thee,
Shake thou to look on’t.-Get 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 their fires
Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike
My speech, and what is done ; tell him, he has
Hipparchus, my enfranchised 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.

Cleo. Have you done yet?

Alack, our terrene moon
Is now eclipsed; and it portends alone
The fall of Antony !

I must stay his time.
Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes
With one that ties his points ?3

1 i. e. ready, active. 2 To requite me.

3 i. e. with a menial attendant. Points were the laces with which our ancestors fastened their trunk-hose.


Not know me yet? Ant. Cold-hearted toward me? Cleo.

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

I am satisfied. Cæsar sits down in Alexandria ; where I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Hath nobly held ; our severed navy too Have knit again, and fleet, threatening most sealike. Where hast thou been, my heart?--Dost thou hear,


If from the field I shall return once more
To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood ;
I and my sword will earn our chronicle ;
There is hope in it yet.

That's my brave lord !
Ant. I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed,
And fight maliciously; for when mine hours
Were nice 4 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. nightcall to me
All my sad captains; fill our bowls; once more
Let’s mock the midnight bell.

It is my birthday
I had thought to have held it poor ; but, since my lord
Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.

1 That is, as the hailstone dissolves or wastes away.
2 Cleopatra's son by Julius Cæsar.
3 To fleet and to float were anciently synonymous.
4 Näce is here equivalent to soft, or lururious.

5 Feast days in the colleges of either university, are called gaudy days, as they were formerly in the Inns of Court.



Ant. We'll yet do well. .
Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord.
Ant. Do so; we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll

force The wine peep through their scars.—Come on, my

queen ;
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.

[Exeunt Ant., Cleo., and Attendants. Eno. Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be

Is, to be frighted out of fear; and, in that mood,
The dove will peck the estridge;' and I see still,
A diminution in our captain's brain
Restores his heart. When valor preys on reason,
It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
Some way to leave him.



SCENE I. Cæsar's Camp at Alexandria.

Enter CÆSAR, reading a letter ; AGRIPPA, MECÆNAS,

and others.
Cæs. He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power
To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger
He hath whipped with rods; dares me to personal

Cæsar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know,
I have many other ways to die; mean time,
Laugh at his challenge.

Cæsar must think,

1 i. e. the estridge falcon.

Never anger

When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Make boot' of his distraction.
Made good guard for itself.

Let our best heads
Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles
We mean to fight.-Within our files there are
Of those that served Mark Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it be done;
And feast the army; we have store to do't,
And they have earned the waste. Poor Antony !


SCENE II. Alexandria.

Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.


IRAS, ALEXAS, and others.
Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius.

Ant. Why should he not?

Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
He is twenty men to one.

To-morrow, soldier,
By sea and land I'll fight; or I will live,
Or bathe my dying honor in the blood
Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well ?

Eno. I'll strike; and cry, Take all.?

Well said ; come on.Call forth my household servants ; let's to-night

Enter Servants. Be bounteous at our meal.—Give me thy hand ; Thou hast been rightly honest ;—so hast thou ;-And thou,—and thou,—and thou :—you have served

me well, And kings have been your fellows. Cleo.

What means this?

1 i. e. take advantage of.
2 Let t'ie survivor take all ; no composition; victory or death.

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