Luc. Only I yield to die, Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarryir.g here. There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight: Bru. Farewell to you;-and you ;-and you, [ Offering Money. Volumnius.Kill Brutus, and be honor'd in his death. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; I shall have glory by this losing day, More than Octavius, and Mark Antony, By this vile conquest shall attain unto. Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord. So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue Ant. Where is he? Hath almost ended his life's history: Luc. Sate, Antony; Brutus is safe enough; Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest. I dare assure thee, that no enemy That have but labor'd to attain ihis hour. Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: [Alarum. Cry within; Fly, fly, fly. The gods defend him from so great a shame! Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. When you do find him, or alive, or dead, Bru. Hence; I will follow thee. He will be found like Brutus, like himself. Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, I pr’ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS. A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe, Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Give him all kindness: I had rather have Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it: Such men my friends than enemies. Go on, Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead: While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? And bring us word, unto Octavius? tent, Stra. Give me your hand first : Fare you well, How every thing is chanced. [Exeunt. my lord. SCENE V.-Another Part of the Field. Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cæsar, now be still, I kill'd not thee with halt so good a will. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and (He runs on his Sword, and dies. VOLUMNIUS. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their Army. rock. Cli. Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my lord, Oct. What man is that? He came not back; he is or ta’en, or slain. Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; master? It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus. Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Mes[Whispering: sala; For Brutus only overcame himself, I'll rather kill myself. And no man else hath honor by his death. Luc. So Brutus should be found.- I thank thee, Dar. I do such a deed ? Brutus, Cli. O, Dardanius! That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. Dar. 6, Clitus! Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them." Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Dar. To kill him, Clitus: Look, he meditates. Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer? me to you. Oct. Do so, Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief, Messala. That it runs over even at his eyes. Mes. How died my master, Strato? Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a word. Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Vol. What says my lord ? Mes, Octavius, then take him to follow thee, Bru. Why, this, Volumnius: That did the latest service to my master. The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all: Two several times by night: at Sardis, once; All the conspirators, save only he, And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields. Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, Our enemies have beat us to the pit: And say to all the world, This was a man! It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, With all respect and rites of burial. Within my ient his bones to-night shall lie, So, call the field to rest: and let's away. To part the glories of this happy day. (Exeunt. (Alarum still. • Receive into my service. 9 Recommend. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. PERSONS REPRESENTED. M. ANTONY, MENAS, OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, Triumvirs MENECRATES, Friends of Pompey. VARRIUS, SEXTUS POMPEIUS. TAURUS, Lieutenant-General to Cæsar. DOMITIUS EXOBARBUS, CANIDIUS, Lieutenant-General to Antony. VENTIDIUS, Silics, an Officer in Ventidius's Army. Eros, EUPHRONIUS, an Ambassador from Antony to SCARUS, Friends of Antony. Cæsar. DERCETAS, ALEXAS, MARDIAN, SELECCCS, and DIOMEDES, AtDEMETRIUS, tendants on Cleopatra. PHILO, A Soothsayer. MEC ÆNAS, A Clown. AGRIPPA, CLEOPATRA, Queen of Egypt. DOLABELLA, OCTAVIA, Sister to Cæsar, and Wife to Antony. Friends to Cæsar. PROCULEICS, CHARMIAN, THYREUS, IRAS, } Attendants on Cleopatra. GALLUS, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants. SCENE, dispersed; in several parts of the Roman Empire, ACT I. SCENE I.-Alexandria. A Room in Cleopatra's Is come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antony.Palace. Where's Fulvia's process ?5 Cæsar's, I would say? Enter DEMETRICS and Philo. - Both ? Call in the messengers.-As I am Egypt's queen, Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's, O'erflows the measure: Those his goodly eyes, Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine Is Cæsar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds.-The ines sengers. The office and devotion of their view Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, arch Which in the scuffles of great tights had burst Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space The buckles on his breast, renegesl all temper; Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike And is become the bellows and the fan, Feeds beasts as man: the nobleness of life To cool a gipsy's lust. Look, where they come! Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair Flourish. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with (Embracing. their Trains; Eunuchs fanning her. And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind, Take but good note, and you shall see in him On pain of punishment, the world to weet, We stand up peerless. Excellent falsehood! Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her ?Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be I'll seem the fool I am not: Antony Will be himself. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.- Let's not confound the time with conference new earth. harsh : Enter an Attendant. There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Att. News, my good lord, from Rome. Without some pleasure now: What sport to-night? Ant. Grates3 me :-The sum? Cleo. Hear the ambassadors. Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony. Ant. Fye, wrangling queen! Fulvia, perchance, is angry: Or, who knows Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, If the scarce-bearded Cesar have not sent To weer; whose every passion fully strives His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this; To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd! Take in' that kingdom, and enfranchise that ; No messenger; but thine and all alone, Perform't, or else we damn thee. To-night, we'll wander through the streets, and note Ant. How, my love! The qualities of people. Come, my queen; Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like, Last night you did desire it :-Speak not to us. You must not stay here longer, your dismission (Exeunt Ant. and Cleop: with their Train. · Renounces. 9 Bound or limit. Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius priz'd so slight? 3 Offends. • Subdue, conquer. • Summons. Know. + Consume. Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of He comes too short of that great property the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a Which still should go with Antony: handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorDem. I am full sorry, row to behold a foul knave uncuckolded : ThereThat he approves the common liar,s who fore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him acThus speaks of him at Rome: But I will hope cordingly! Or better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! Char. Amen. (Exeunt. Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, SCENE II.- Another Room. but they'd do't. Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a Soothsayer. Eno. Hush! here comes Antony. Not he, the queen. Enter CLEOPATRA. Cleo. Saw you my lord ? No, lady. his horns with garlands! Cleo. Was he not here? Alex. Soothsayer. Char. No, madam. Sooth. Your will? Cleo. He was disposed to mirth; buton a sudden Char. Is this the man ?-Is't you, sir, that know A Roman thought hath struck him.-Enobarbus. things? Eno. Madam. Sooth. In nature's infinite book of secrecy, Cleo. Seek him and bring him hither. Where's A little I can read. Alexas? Alex. Here, madam, at your service.-My lord approaches. Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly: wine enough, Enter ANTONY, with a Messenger and Attendants. Cleopatra's health to drink. Cleo. We will not look upon him: Go with us. Char. Good sir, give me good fortune. [Exeunt CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, ALEXAS, IRAS, Sooth. I make not, but foresee. CHARMIAN, Soothsayer and Attendants. Chur. Pray, then, foresee me one. Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you are. Ant. Against my brother Lucius ? Char. He means, in flesh. Mess. Ay: Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old. But soon that war had end, and the time's state Char. Wrinkles forbid! Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Alex. Vex not his prescience; be attentive. Cæsar; Char. Hush ! Whose better issue in the war, from Italy, Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than beloved. Upon the first encounter, drave them. Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking. Ant. Well, Alex. Nay, hear him. What worst? Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let Mess. The nature of bad news infects the teller. me be married to three kings in a forenoon, and Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward.-On: widow them all; let me have a child at fifty, to Things that are past, are done with me.--'Tis thus: whom Herod of Jewry may do homage: find me Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, to marry me with Octavius Cæsar, and companion I hear him as he flatter'd. me with my mistress. Mess. Labienus Sooth. You shalloutlive the lady whom you serve. (This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian force, Char. O excellent! I love long life better than Extended? Asia from Euphrates; figs. His conquering banner shook, from Syria Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former To Lydia, and to lonia; fortune WhilstThan that which is to approach. Ant. Antony, thou wouldst sayChar. Then, belike, my children shall have no Mess. O, my lord, names:9 Pr’ythee, how many boys and wenches Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general must I have? tongue; Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome; And fertile every wish, a million. Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. With such full license, as both truth and malice Alex. You think, none but your sheets are privy Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth to your wishes. weeds, Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers. When our quick winds3 lie still; and our ills told us, Alex. We'll know all our fortunes. Is as our earing. Fare thee well a while. Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, Mess. At your noble pleasure. [Erit. shall be-drunk to bed. Ant. From Sicyon how the news? Speak there. Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if no- 1 Alt. The man from Sicyon.—Is there such a thing else. Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth 2 Att. He stays upon your will. famine. Ant. Let him appear, Irus. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot sooth- | These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, say. Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prog Enter another Messenger. nostication, I cannot scratch mine ear.-Pr'ythee or lose myself in dotage.- What are you? tell her but a worky-day fortune. 2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead. Sooth. Your fortunes are alike. Ant. Where died she? Iras. But how? but how? give me particulars. 2 Mess. In Sicyon: Sooth. I have said. Her length of sickness, with what else more serious Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than she? | Importeth thee to know, this bears. (Gives a letter. Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune Ant. Forbear me.better than I, where would you choose it? [E.rit Messenger. Iras. Not in my husband's nose. There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it: Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alex- What our contempts do often hurl from us, as,-come, his fortune, his fortune.-0, let him We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis,' I be- By revolution lowering, does become seech thee! And let her die too, and give him a The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone; worse! and let worse follow worse, till the worst of The hand could pluck her back, that shov'd her on all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a I must from this enchanting queen break off; cuckold! Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, trou deny me a matter of more weight; good Isis, My idleness doth hatch.-How now! Enobarbus! I beseech thee! 9 Overrun. 3 In some editions, minds. 9 Fame. * Shall be bastards. An Egyptian goddess. • Tilling, plougbing: prepare us to produce good seed. one. Enter ENOBARBUS. Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish, forbear; Eno. What's your pleasure, sir? In time we hate that which we often fear. Ant. I must with haste from hence. Enter ANTONY. Eno. Why then, we kill all our women: We see But here comes Antony. how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suf Cleo. I am sick, and sullen. fer our departure, death's the word. Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose. Ant. I must be gone. Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall; Eno. Under compelling occasion, let woman die: It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature It were pity to cast them away for nothing; though, Will not sustain it. between them and a great cause, they should be Ant. Now, my dearest queen,esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me. least noise of this, dies instantly: I have seen her Ant. What's the matter? die twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some think, there is mettle in death, which commits What says the married woman ?-You may go; good news. some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity Would, she had never given you leave to come! in dying. Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here, Eno. Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of I have no power upon you: hers you are. nothing but the finest part of pure love: We can Ant. The gods best know,not call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they So mightily betray'd? Yet, at the first, Cleo. 0, never was there queen are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she I saw the treasons planted. makes a shower of rain as well as Jove. Ant. Cleopatra, Ant. 'Would I had never seen her! Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and Eno. O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonder true, ful piece of work; which not to have been blessed Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, withal, would have discredited your travel. Who have been false to Fulvia ? Riotous madness Ant. Fulvia is dead. To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, Eno. Sir? Which break themselves in swearing! Ant. Fulvia is dead. Ant. Most sweet queen,Eno. Fulvia ? Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no color for your going, Ant. Dead. But bid farewell, and go : when you sued staying, Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. Then was the time for words: No going then; When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a Eternity was in our lips and eyes; man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor, earth; comforting therein, that when old robes are But was a race of heaven: They are so still, worn out, there are members to make new. If Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world, there were no more women but Fulvia, then had Art turn’d the greatest liar. you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented: this Ant. How now, lady! CU grief is crowned with consolation; your old smock I would, I had thy inches; thou shouldst brings forth a new petticoat:-and indeed the tears There were a heart in Egypt. know, live in an onion, that should water this sorrow. Ant. The business she hath broached in the state, The strong necessity of time commands Ant. Hear me, queen: Cannot endure my absence. Eno. And the business you have broached here, Our services awhile; but my full heart cannot be without you; especially that of Cleo? Remains in use with you. Our Italy patra's, which wholly depends on your abode. Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers Makes his approaches to the port1 of Rome: Have notice what we purpose. I shall break Equality of two domestic powers The cause of our expedience to the queen, Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown to And get her love to part. For not alone strength, The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Are newly grown to love: the condemnd Pompey, Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too Rich in his father's honor, creeps apace Of many our contriving friends in Rome Into the hearts of such as have not thrived Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten; Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge The empire of the sea: our slippery people By any desperate change: My more particular, (Whose love is never link'd to the deserver, And that which most with you should safe my Till his deserts are past) begin to throw going, Pompey the great, and all his dignities, Is Fulvia's death. Upon his son; who, high in name and power, Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me Higher than both in blood and life, stands up freedom, For the main soldier: whose quality, going on, It does from childishness:-Can Fulvia die ? The sides o'the world maydanger. Much is breeding, Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read Ant. She's dead, my queen: The garboils she awaked;' at the last, best : See, when, and where she died. Our quick remove from hence. Cleo. O most false love! Eno. I shall do't. [Exeunt. Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill SCENE III. With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see, In Fulvia's death, how mine received shall be. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and Alexas. Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know Cleo. Where is he? The purposes I bear; which are, or cease, Char. I did not see him since. As you shall give the advice: Now, by the fire Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what he That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence, does > Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war, I did not send you:?-If you find him sad, As thou affect'st. Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come;That I am sudden sick: Quick, and return. But let it be.-I am quickly ill, and well: [Exit ALEXAS. So Antony loves. Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him Ant. My precious queen, forbear; dearly, And give true evidence to his love, which stands You do not hold the method to enforce An honorable trial. The like from him. Cleo. So Fulvia told me. Cleo. What should I do, I do not? I pr’ythee turn aside, and weep for her; Char. In each thing give him way, cross him Then bid adieu to me, and say, the tears in nothing. Belong to Egypt: Good now, play one scene Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool: the way to lose him. • The arch of our eye-brows. Smack or flavor. • Expedition. • Leave. The commotion she occasioned. Look as if I did not send you. To me, the queen of Egypt. Of excellent dissembling; and let it look That he, which is, was wish'd, until he were; Like perfect honor. And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd, till ne'er worth Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more. love, Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly. Comes dear'd, by being lack'd.' This common body, Ant. Now by my sword, Like a vagabond nag upon the stream, Cleo. And target,-Still he mends; Goes to, and back, lackeying the varying tide, But this is not the best: Look, pr’ythee, Charmian, To rot itself with motion. How this Herculean Roman does become Mess. Cæsar, I bring thee word, The carriage of his chafe. Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, Ant. I'll leave you, lady. Make the sea serve them; which they earand wound Cleo. Courteous lord, one word. With keels of every kind: Many bot inroads Sir, you and I must part,—but that's not it: They make in Italy; the borders maritime Sir, you and I have lov'd, -but there's not it; Lack bloodto think on't, and flush youth revolt: That you know well: Something it is I would,- No vessel can pecp forth, but 'tis as soon 0, my oblivion is a very Antony, Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more, And I am all forgotten. Than could his war resisted. Antony, Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st Cleo. 'Tis sweating labor, Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel To bear such idleness so near the heart Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against, As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me; Though daintily brought up, with patience more Since my becomings kill me, when they do not Than savages could sutter: thou didst drink Eye well to you: Your honor calls you hence; The stalet of horses, and the gilded puddles Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly, hich beasts would cough at: thy palate then did And all the gods go with you! upon your sword deign Sit laureld victory! and smooth success The roughest berry on the rudest hedge; Be strew'd before your feet! Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, Ant. Let us go. Come; The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps Our separation so abides, and fies, It is reported, thou didst eat strange flesh, That you, residing here, go'st yet with me, Which some did die to look on: And all this And I, hence tleeting, here remain with thee. (It wounds thine honor, that I speak it now) Away. [Exeunt. Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek SCENE IV.-Rome. An Apartment in Cæsar's So much as lank'd not. House. Lep. It is pity of him. Cæs. Let his shames quickly Enter OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, and Attend Drive him to Rome: 'Tis time we twain ants. Did show ourselves i' the field; and, to that end, Cæs. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know, Assemble we immediate council: Pompey It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate Thrives in our idleness. One great competitor: From Alexandria Lep: To-morrow, Cæsar, This is the news: He fishes, drinks, and wastes I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly The lamps of night in revel: is not more manlike Both what by sea and land I can be able, Than Cleopatra; nor the queen Ptolemy To 'front this present time. More womanly than he: bardly gave audience, or Cæs. Till which encounter, Vouchsafed to think he had partners: You shall It is my business too. Farewell. find there Lep. Farewell, my lord: What you shall know A man, that is the abstract of all faulst meantime That all men follow. Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir, To let me be partaker. Cæs. Doubt not, sir: His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven, I knew it for my [Exeunt. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and Cæs. You are too indulgent: Let us grant, it is not MARDIAN. Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy; Cleo. Charmian,To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit Char. Madam. And keep the turn of tippling with a slave; Cleo. Ha, ha!-To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet Give me to drink mandragora.7 With knaves that smell of sweat: say, this becomes Char. him, Why, madam ? Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of (As his composure must be rare indeed, Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must My Antony is away. time, Antony Char. You think of him No way excuse his soils, when we do bear Too much. So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd Cleo. 0, treason! His vacancy with his voluptuousness, Char. Madam, I trust, not so. Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, Call on him for't: but, to confound such time, Cleo. Thou, eunuch ! Mardian! Mar. That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud What's your highness' pleasure ? Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no As his own state, and ours,—'tis to be chid As we rate boys; who being mature in knowledge, In aught an eunuch has: 'Tis well for thee, pleasure Pawn their experience to their present pleasure, And so rebel to judgment. That, being unseminar'd,8 thy freer thoughts May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou aflections ? Mar. Yes, gracious madam. Indeed? Mess. Thy biddings have been done; and every Mar. Not in deed, madam ; for I can do nothing hour, But what in deed is honest to be done: Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report Yet have I fierce affections, and think, How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea; What Venus did with Mars. And it appears, he is belov'd of those Cleo. O Charmian, That only have fear'd Cæsar: to the ports Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or The discontents' repair, and men's reports sits he? Give him much wrong'd. Or does he walk? or is he on his horse ?Cæs. I should have known no less :- o happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony ! It hath been taught us from the primal state, 1 Endeared by being missed. . Turn pale. Rage. 6 Oblivious memory. 3 Feastings; in the old copy it is vaissades, i.e. vassals. • Procured by his own fault. Visit him. • Urine. Stagpant, slimy water. . My bounden duty . Consume. 9 Discontented. • Unmanned. |