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Cleo. That head, my lord ?

Ant. To him again ; Tell him, he wears the rose
Of youth upon him ; from which, the world should

note
Something particular: his coin, ships, legions,
May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail
Under the service of a child, as soon
As i'the command of Cæsar: I dare him therefore
To lay his gay comparisons apart,
And answer me declin'd, sword against sword,
Ourselves alone: I'll write it; follow me.

[Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS.
Eno. Yes, like enough, high-battled Cæsar will
Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd to the show,
Against a sworder.-I see, men's judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
Knowing all measures, the full Cæsar will
Answer his emptiness !--Cæsar, thou hast subdu'd
His judgment too.

Enter an Attendant. Att. A messenger from Cæsar.

Cleo. What, no more ceremony?--See, my women ! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, That kneelid unto the buds.--Admit him, sir.

Eno. Mine honesty, and I, begin to square. [Aside. The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Our faith mere folly :-Yet, he, that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen lord, Does conquer him that did his master conquer,

And earns a place i’ the story.

Enter THYREUS.
Cleo. Cæsar's will?
Thyr. Hear it apart.
Cleo. None but friends ; say boldly.
Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony."

Eno. He needs as many, sir, as Cæsar has;
Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master
Will leap to be his friend : For us, you know,
Whose he is, we are ; and that's, Cæsar's.

Thyr. So.-
Thus then, thou most renown'd; Cæsar entreats,
Not to consider in what case thou stand'st,
Further than he is Cæsar.

Cleo. Go on : Right royal.

Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him.

Cleo. O!

Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he
Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
Not as deserv’d.

Cleo. He is a god, and knows
What is most right: Mine honour was not yielded,
But conquer'd merely.
Eno. To be sure of that,

[Aside.
I will ask Antony.—Sir, sir, thou’rt so leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
Thy dearest quit thee.

[Exit ENOBARBUS. Thur. Shall I say to Cæsar What you require of him ? for he partly begs To be desir’d to give. It much would please him,

That of his fortunes you should make a staff
To lean upon: but it would warm his spirits,
To hear from me you had left Antony,
And put yourself under his shroud,
The universal landlord.

Cleo. What's your name?
Thyr. My name is Thyreus.

Cleo. Most kind messenger,
Say to great Cæsar this ; In disputation
I kiss his conqu’ring hand: tell him, I am prompt
To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel:
Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear
The doom of Egypt.

Thyr. 'Tis your noblest course.
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your hand. .

Cleo. Your Cæsar's father
Oft, when he hath mus’d of taking kingdoms in,
Bestow'd bis lips on that unworthy place,
As it rain’d kisses.

Re-enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUS.
Ant. Favours, by Jove that thunders !
What art thou, fellow ?

Thyr. One, that but performs
The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest
To have command obey'd.

Eno. You will be whipp'd.
Ant. Approach, there :-Ay, you kite !-Now gods
Authority melts from me: Of late, when I cry'd, ho!
Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth,
And cry, your will? Have you no ears? I am

and devils !

Enter Attendants.
Antony vet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him.

Eno. "Tis better playing with a lion's whelp,
Than with an old one dying.

Ant. Moon and stars ! Whip him :-Wer't twenty of the greatest tributaries That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I find them 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,

Ant. Tug him away: being whipp’d,
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 unpress'd in Rome,
Forborne the getting of a lawful race,
And by a gein of women, to be abus’d
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; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion.

Cleo. O, 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,
Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have
Luxuriously pick'd out:-For, I am sure,
Though you can guess what temperance should be,
You know not what it is.

Cleo. 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
The horned herd ! for I have savage cause;
And to proclaim it civilly, were like
A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank
For being yare about him.-Is he whipp'd ?

Re-enter Attendants, with THYREUS.
Ist Att. Soundly, my lord.
Ant. Cry'd he? and begg’d he pardon?
1st Att. He did ask favour.

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 whipp’d for following him : henceforth,
The white hand of a lady fever thee,
Shake thee 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 į ;

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