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Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them
Enter Eros, and CLEOPATRA, led by CHARMIAN and
Ant. Yes, my lord, yes ;-He, at Philippi, kept
Cleo. Ah, stand by.
Eros. The queen, my lord, the queen.
Iras. Go to him, madam, speak to him ; He is unqualitied with very shame.
Cleo. Well then,-Sustain me :-0!
Eros. Most noble sir, arise ; the queen approaches; Her head's declin'd, and death will seize her ; but Your comfort makes the rescue.
Ant. I have offended reputation ; A most unnoble swerving.
Eros. Sir, the queen.
Ant. 0, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See,
Cleo. O my lord, my lord !
Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well,
Cleo. O, my pardon.
Ant. Now I must
Cleo. O pardon, pardon.
Ant. Fall not a tear, I say ; one of them rates All that is won and lost : Give me a kiss ; Even this repays me.-We sent our schoolmaster, Is he come back ?---Love, I am full of lead :--Some wine, within there, and our viands :---Fortune
knows, We scorn her most, when most she offers blows.
SCENE X.-Cæsar's Camp, in Egypt.
Enter CÆSAR, DOLABELLA, THYREUS, and Others.
Cas. Let him appear that's come from Antony.-
Dol. Cæsar, 'tis his schoolmaster :
Eup. Such as I am, I come from Antony:
Cæs. Be it so; Declare thine office.
Eup. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and Requires to live in Egypt : which not granted, He lessens his requests; and to thee sues
To let him breathe between the heavens and earth,
Cas. For Antony,
Eup. Fortune pursue thee!
[Erit EUPHRONIUS. To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time: Despatch ; From Antony win Cleopatra: promise,
[TO THYREUS. And in our name, what she requires ; add more, From thine invention, offers : women are not, In their best fortunes, strong; but want will perjure The ne'er-touch'd vestal : Try thy cunning, Thyreus ; Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we Will answer as a law.
Thyr. Cæsar, I go.
Cæs. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw; And what thou think’st his very action speaks In every power
that moves. Thyr. Cæsar, I shall.
SCENE XI.- Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and
Eno. Antony only, that would make his will
What although you fled From that great face of war, whose several ranges Frighted each other? why should he follow? The itch of his affection should not then Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point, When half to half the world oppos’d, he being The mered question : 'Twas a shame no less Than was his loss, to course your flying flags, And leave his navy gazing.
Cleo. Prythee, peace.
Enter ANTONY, with EUPHRONIUS.
Ant. The queen
Eup. He says so.
Ant. Let her know it.