Agr. Rare Egyptian! It should be better, he became her guest; For what his eyes eat only. Agr. Royal wench! She made great Cæsar lay his sword to bed; He plough'd her, and she cropp'd. Eno. I saw her once Hop forty paces through the publick street: And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted, That she did make defect, perfection, And, breathless, power breathe forth. Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly. Eno. Never; he will not; Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry, Become themselves in her; that the holy priests Bless her, when she is riggish." Mec. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery' to him. Let us go. Good Enobarbus make yourself my guest, Agr. Whilst you abide here. Eno. Humbly, sir, I thank you, [Exeunt, when she is riggish.] i. e. wanton. ! A blessed lottery-] Lottery for allotment. SCENE III. The same. A Room in Cæsar's House. Enter CESAR, ANTONY, OCTAVIA between them; Attendants and a Soothsayer. Ant. The world, and my great office, will some times Divide me from your bosom. All which time Octa. Ant. Good night, sir.-My Octavia, Read not my blemishes in the world's report: I have not kept my square; but that to come Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear lady. Octa. Good night, sir. Cæs. Good night. [Exeunt CESAR and OCTAVIA. Ant. Now, sirrah! you do wish yourself in Egypt? Sooth. 'Would I had never come from thence, Thither! nor you Ant. If you can, your reason? I see't in My motion,2 have it not in my tongue: But yet Hie you again to Egypt. Ant. Say to me, Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Cæsar's, or mine? Sooth. Cæsar's. 2 I see't in My motion,- i. e. the divinitory agitation; but Mr. Theobald reads, with some probability, I see it in my notion. Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side: ནོ Where Cæsar's is not; but, near him, thy angel Becomes a Fear, as being o'erpower'd; therefore Make space enough between you. Ant. Speak this no more. Sooth. To none but thee; no more, but when to thee. If thou dost play with him at any game, Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck, He beats thee 'gainst the odds; thy lustre thickens, When he shines by: I say again, thy spirit Is all afraid to govern thee near him; But, he away, 'tis noble. Get thee gone: Ant. [Exit Soothsayer. Enter VENTIDIUS. I' the east my pleasure lies:-O, come, Ventidius, You must to Parthia; your commission's ready: Follow me, and receive it. 3 [Exeunt. his quails-] The ancients used to match quails as we match cocks. inhoop'd, at odds.] Inhoop'd is inclosed, confined, that they may fight. SCENE IV. The same. A Street. Enter LEPIDUS, MECENAS, and AGRIPPA. Lep: Trouble yourselves no further: pray you, hasten Your generals after. Agr. Sir, Mark Antony Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll foilow. Lep. Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress, Which will become you both, farewell. Mec. As I conceive the journey, be at mount Lep. My purposes do draw me much about; 5 We shall, Your way is shorter, You'll win two days upon me. Mec. Agr. Lep. Farewell. SCENE V. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS. Cleo. Give me some musick; musick, moody food Of us that trade in love. Attend. The musick, ho! 3 6 at mount] i. e. Mount Misenum. musick, moody food-] Moody, in this instance, means melancholy. Cotgrave explains moody, by the French words, morne and triste. Enter MARDIAN. Cleo. Let it alone; let us to billiards:" Come, Charmian. Char. My arm is sore, best play with Mardian. Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd, As with a woman;-Come, you'll play with me, sir? Mar. As well as I can, madam. Cleo. And when good will is show'd, though it come too short, The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:- And say, Ah, ha! you're caught. Char, "Twas merry, when You wager'd on your angling; when your diver Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up. Cleo. That time!-O times!I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night I laugh'd him into patience: and next morn, Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed; Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst I wore his sword Philippan, O! from Italy; Enter a Messenger. Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, Mess. Cleo. Antony's dead? Madam, madam,— If thou say so, villain, thou kill'st thy mistress: let us to billiards:] This is one of the numerous anachronisms that are found in these plays. |