Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours, Though you can guess what temperance should be, Cleo. Wherefore is this? Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, The horned herd! for I have savage cause; A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank Re-enter Attendants, with Thyreus. 1 Att. Soundly, my lord. Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd he pardon? 1 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 thou to look on't.-Get thee back to Cæsar, My speech, and what is done; tell him, he has * Wantonly. + Ready, handy. He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture, Cleo. Have you done yet? Ant. [Exit Thyreus. Is now eclips'd; and it portends alone The fall of Antony! Cleo. Alack, our terrenet moon I must stay his time. Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points? Cleo. Not know me yet? Ah, dear, if I be so, Ant. Cold-hearted toward me? From my cold heart let heaven engender hail, By the discandying || of this pelleted storm, Ant. I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Have knit again, and fleet¶, threat'ning most sea like. Where hast thou been, my heart?-Dost thou hear, lady? If from the field I shall return once more To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood; Cleo. That's my brave lord! Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd, And fight maliciously: for when mine hours Cleo. It is my birth-day: I had thought, to have held it poor; but, since my lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra. Ant. We'll yet do well. Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord. force The wine peep through their scars.-Come on, my queen; There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight, [Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra, and Attend. Eno. Now he'll out-stare the lightning. To be furious, Is, to be frighted out of fear: and in that mood, The dove will peck the estridget; and I see still, A diminution in our captain's brain Restores his heart: When valour preys on reason, [Exit. * Trifling. + Feasting. Ostrich. ACT IV. SCENE I. Cæsar's camp at Alexandria. Enter Cæsar, reading a letter; Agrippa, Mæcenas, and others. Cas. He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat, Cæsar to Antony: Let the old ruffian know, Mac. Cæsar must think, When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted Cæs. SCENE II. Alexandria. A room in the palace. Enter Antony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, and others. Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius. Eno. Ant. Why should he not? No. Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, He is twenty men to one. Ant. To-morrow, soldier, By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live, Or bathe my dying honour in the blood Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well? Ant. Well said; come on. Call forth my household servants; let's to-night Enter Servants. Be bounteous at our meal.-Give me thy hand, Thou hast been rightly honest;-so hast thou ;And thou,-and thou,-and thou: you have serv'd me well, And kings have been your fellows. Cleo. What means this? Eno. 'Tis one of those odd tricks, which sorrow shoots Out of the mind. Ant. [Aside. And thou art honest too. I wish, I could be made so many men; |