And that which most with you should safe my going, Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom, Ant. She's dead, my queen: Cleo. Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read 60 See when and where she died. O most false love! Cleo. Ant. Cleo. Ant. My precious queen, forbear; So Fulvia told me. I prithee, turn aside and weep for her; You'll heat my blood: no more. 70 80 Ant. Now, by my sword, Cleo. And target. Still he mends; But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian, How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his chafe. Ant. I'll leave you, lady. Cleo. Ant. Cleo. Courteous lord, one word. Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it: And I am all forgotten. But that your royalty Holds idleness your subject, I should take you 'Tis sweating labour To bear such idleness so near the heart 90 As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me, Ant. Since my becomings kill me when they do not And all the gods go with you! Upon your sword Be strew'd before your feet! Let us go. Come; 100 [Exeunt. Scene IV. Rome. Cæsar's house. Enter Octavius Cæsar, reading a letter, Lepidus, and their train. Cas. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know, Lep. Our great competitor: from Alexandria This is the news: he fishes, drinks and wastes More womanly than he: hardly gave audience, or A man who is the abstract of all faults That all men follow. I must not think there are Evils enow to darken all his goodness: His faults in him seem as the spots of heaven, Cæs. You are too indulgent. Let us grant it is not To give a kingdom for a mirth, to sit And keep the turn of tippling with a slave, ΙΟ 20 With knaves that smell of sweat: say this becomes him, As his composure must be rare indeed Whom these things cannot blemish,-yet must Antony Lep. So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd Full surfeits and the dryness of his bones Enter a Messenger. Here's more news. Mess. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour, Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report Cæs. How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea; 30 I should have known no less: 40 And the ebb'd man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth love, Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion. Mess. Cæsar, I bring thee word, Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, Make the sea serve them, which they ear and wound With keels of every kind: many hot inroads They make in Italy; the borders maritime 50 Cæs. Lep. Lack blood to think on 't, and flush youth revolt: Antony, Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against, Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did The roughest berry on the rudest hedge; Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, 'Tis pity of him. Cæs. Let his shames quickly Lep. Cæs. Drive him to Rome: 'tis time we twain Did show ourselves i' the field; and to that end To-morrow, Cæsar, Till which encounter, 70 |