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So saucy with the hand of she here (what's her name,
Thyr. Mark Antony,
Tug him away; being whipped,
[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?
Wherefore is this?
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 ;
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
Cleo. Have you done yet?
Alack, our terrene moon
I must stay his time.
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
That's my brave lord !
It is my birthday
1 That is, as the hailstone dissolves or wastes away.
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. .
force The wine peep through their scars.—Come on, my
[Exeunt Ant., Cleo., and Attendants. Eno. Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be
SCENE I. Cæsar's Camp at Alexandria.
Enter CÆSAR, reading a letter ; AGRIPPA, MECÆNAS,
Cæsar must think,
1 i. e. the estridge falcon.
When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
Let our best heads
SCENE II. Alexandria.
Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN,
IRAS, ALEXAS, and others.
Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
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.