Char. Good your Highnesse patience

   Cleo. In praysing Anthony, I haue disprais'd Caesar

   Char. Many times Madam

   Cleo. I am paid for't now: lead me from hence,
I faint, oh Iras, Charmian: 'tis no matter.
Go to the Fellow, good Alexas bid him
Report the feature of Octauia: her yeares,
Her inclination, let him not leaue out
The colour of her haire. Bring me word quickly,
Let him for euer go, let him not Charmian,
Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
The other wayes a Mars. Bid you Alexas
Bring me word, how tall she is: pitty me Charmian,
But do not speake to me. Lead me to my Chamber.

Exeunt.

Flourish. Enter Pompey, at one doore with Drum and Trumpet: at
another
Caesar, Lepidus, Anthony, Enobarbus, Mecenas, Agrippa, Menas
with Souldiers
Marching.

  Pom. Your Hostages I haue, so haue you mine:
And we shall talke before we fight

   Caesar. Most meete that first we come to words,
And therefore haue we
Our written purposes before vs sent,
Which if thou hast considered, let vs know,
If 'twill tye vp thy discontented Sword,
And carry backe to Cicelie much tall youth,
That else must perish heere

   Pom. To you all three,
The Senators alone of this great world,
Chiefe Factors for the Gods. I do not know,
Wherefore my Father should reuengers want,
Hauing a Sonne and Friends, since Iulius Caesar,
Who at Phillippi the good Brutus ghosted,
There saw you labouring for him. What was't
That mou'd pale Cassius to conspire? And what
Made all-honor'd, honest, Romaine Brutus,
With the arm'd rest, Courtiers of beautious freedome,
To drench the Capitoll, but that they would
Haue one man but a man, and that his it
Hath made me rigge my Nauie. At whose burthen,
The anger'd Ocean fomes, with which I meant
To scourge th' ingratitude, that despightfull Rome
Cast on my Noble Father

   Caesar. Take your time

   Ant. Thou can'st not feare vs Pompey with thy sailes.
Weele speake with thee at Sea. At land thou know'st
How much we do o're-count thee

   Pom. At Land indeed
Thou dost orecount me of my Fathers house:
But since the Cuckoo buildes not for himselfe,
Remaine in't as thou maist

   Lepi. Be pleas'd to tell vs,
(For this is from the present how you take)
The offers we haue sent you

   Caesar. There's the point

   Ant. Which do not be entreated too,
But waigh what it is worth imbrac'd
  Caesar. And what may follow to try a larger Fortune

   Pom. You haue made me offer
Of Cicelie, Sardinia: and I must
Rid all the Sea of Pirats. Then, to send
Measures of Wheate to Rome: this greed vpon,
To part with vnhackt edges, and beare backe
Our Targes vndinted

   Omnes. That's our offer

   Pom. Know then I came before you heere,
A man prepar'd
To take this offer. But Marke Anthony,
Put me to some impatience: though I loose
The praise of it by telling. You must know
When Caesar and your Brother were at blowes,
Your Mother came to Cicelie, and did finde
Her welcome Friendly

   Ant. I haue heard it Pompey,
And am well studied for a liberall thanks,
Which I do owe you

   Pom. Let me haue your hand:
I did not thinke Sir, to haue met you heere,
  Ant. The beds i'th' East are soft, and thanks to you,
That cal'd me timelier then my purpose hither:
For I haue gained by't

   Caesar. Since I saw you last, ther's a change vpon you

   Pom. Well, I know not,
What counts harsh Fortune cast's vpon my face,
But in my bosome shall she neuer come,
To make my heart her vassaile

   Lep. Well met heere

   Pom. I hope so Lepidus, thus we are agreed:
I craue our composion may be written
And seal'd betweene vs,
  Caesar. That's the next to do

   Pom. Weele feast each other, ere we part, and lett's
Draw lots who shall begin

   Ant. That will I Pompey

   Pompey. No Anthony take the lot: but first or last,
your fine Egyptian cookerie shall haue the fame, I haue
heard that Iulius Caesar, grew fat with feasting there

   Anth. You haue heard much

   Pom. I haue faire meaning Sir

   Ant. And faire words to them

   Pom. Then so much haue I heard,
And I haue heard Appolodorus carried-
  Eno. No more that: he did so

   Pom. What I pray you?
  Eno. A certaine Queene to Caesar in a Matris

   Pom. I know thee now, how far'st thou Souldier?
  Eno. Well, and well am like to do, for I perceiue
Foure Feasts are toward

   Pom. Let me shake thy hand,
I neuer hated thee: I haue seene thee fight,
When I haue enuied thy behauiour

   Enob. Sir, I neuer lou'd you much, but I ha' prais'd ye,
When you haue well deseru'd ten times as much,
As I haue said you did

   Pom. Inioy thy plainnesse,
It nothing ill becomes thee:
Aboord my Gally, I inuite you all.
Will you leade Lords?
  All. Shew's the way, sir

   Pom. Come.

Exeunt. Manet Enob. & Menas]
  Men. Thy Father Pompey would ne're haue made this
Treaty. You, and I haue knowne sir

   Enob. At Sea, I thinke

   Men. We haue Sir

   Enob. You haue done well by water

   Men. And you by Land

   Enob. I will praise any man that will praise me, thogh
it cannot be denied what I haue done by Land

   Men. Nor what I haue done by water

   Enob. Yes some-thing you can deny for your owne
safety: you haue bin a great Theefe by Sea

   Men. And you by Land

   Enob. There I deny my Land seruice: but giue mee
your hand Menas, if our eyes had authority, heere they
might take two Theeues kissing

   Men. All mens faces are true, whatsomere their hands
are

   Enob. But there is neuer a fayre Woman, ha's a true
Face

   Men. No slander, they steale hearts

   Enob. We came hither to fight with you

   Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turn'd to a Drinking.
Pompey doth this day laugh away his Fortune

   Enob. If he do, sure he cannot weep't backe againe

   Men. Y'haue said Sir, we look'd not for Marke Anthony
heere, pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?
  Enob. Caesars Sister is call'd Octauia

   Men. True Sir, she was the wife of Caius Marcellus

   Enob. But she is now the wife of Marcus Anthonius

   Men. Pray'ye sir

   Enob. 'Tis true

   Men. Then is Caesar and he, for euer knit together

   Enob. If I were bound to Diuine of this vnity, I wold
not Prophesie so

   Men. I thinke the policy of that purpose, made more
in the Marriage, then the loue of the parties

   Enob. I thinke so too. But you shall finde the band
that seemes to tye their friendship together, will bee the
very strangler of their Amity: Octauia is of a holy, cold,
and still conuersation

   Men. Who would not haue his wife so?
  Eno. Not he that himselfe is not so: which is Marke
Anthony: he will to his Egyptian dish againe: then shall
the sighes of Octauia blow the fire vp in Caesar, and (as I
said before) that which is the strength of their Amity,
shall proue the immediate Author of their variance. Anthony
will vse his affection where it is. Hee married but
his occasion heere

   Men. And thus it may be. Come Sir, will you aboord?
I haue a health for you

   Enob. I shall take it sir: we haue vs'd our Throats in
Egypt

   Men. Come, let's away.

Exeunt.

Musicke playes. Enter two or three Seruants with a Banket.

  1 Heere they'l be man: some o' their Plants are ill
rooted already, the least winde i'th' world wil blow them
downe

   2 Lepidus is high Coulord

   1 They haue made him drinke Almes drinke

   2 As they pinch one another by the disposition, hee
cries out, no more; reconciles them to his entreatie, and
himselfe to'th' drinke

   1 But it raises the greater warre betweene him & his
discretion

   2 Why this it is to haue a name in great mens Fellowship:
I had as liue haue a Reede that will doe me no
seruice, as a Partizan I could not heaue

   1 To be call'd into a huge Sphere, and not to be seene
to moue in't, are the holes where eyes should bee, which
pittifully disaster the cheekes.

A Sennet sounded. Enter Caesar, Anthony, Pompey, Lepidus,
Agrippa,
Mecenas, Enobarbus, Menes, with other Captaines.

  Ant. Thus do they Sir: they take the flow o'th' Nyle
By certaine scales i'th' Pyramid: they know
By'th' height, the lownesse, or the meane: If dearth
Or Foizon follow. The higher Nilus swels,
The more it promises: as it ebbes, the Seedsman
Vpon the slime and Ooze scatters his graine,
And shortly comes to Haruest

   Lep. Y'haue strange Serpents there?
  Anth. I Lepidus

   Lep. Your Serpent of Egypt, is bred now of your mud
by the operation of your Sun: so is your Crocodile

   Ant. They are so

   Pom. Sit, and some Wine: A health to Lepidus

   Lep. I am not so well as I should be:
But Ile ne're out

   Enob. Not till you haue slept: I feare me you'l bee in
till then

   Lep. Nay certainly, I haue heard the Ptolomies Pyramisis
are very goodly things: without contradiction I
haue heard that

   Menas. Pompey, a word

   Pomp. Say in mine eare, what is't

   Men. Forsake thy seate I do beseech thee Captaine,
And heare me speake a word

   Pom. Forbeare me till anon.

Whispers in's Eare.

This Wine for Lepidus

   Lep. What manner o' thing is your Crocodile?
  Ant. It is shap'd sir like it selfe, and it is as broad as it
hath bredth; It is iust so high as it is, and mooues with it
owne organs. It liues by that which nourisheth it, and
the Elements once out of it, it Transmigrates

   Lep. What colour is it of?
  Ant. Of it owne colour too

   Lep. 'Tis a strange Serpent

   Ant. 'Tis so, and the teares of it are wet

   Caes Will this description satisfie him?
  Ant. With the Health that Pompey giues him, else he
is a very Epicure

   Pomp. Go hang sir, hang: tell me of that? Away:
Do as I bid you. Where's this Cup I call'd for?
  Men. If for the sake of Merit thou wilt heare mee,
Rise from thy stoole

   Pom. I thinke th'art mad: the matter?
  Men. I haue euer held my cap off to thy Fortunes

   Pom. Thou hast seru'd me with much faith: what's
else to say? Be iolly Lords

   Anth. These Quicke-sands Lepidus,
Keepe off, them for you sinke

   Men. Wilt thou be Lord of all the world?
  Pom. What saist thou?
  Men. Wilt thou be Lord of the whole world?
That's twice

   Pom. How should that be?
  Men. But entertaine it, and though thou thinke me
poore, I am the man will giue thee all the world

   Pom. Hast thou drunke well

   Men. No Pompey, I haue kept me from the cup,
Thou art if thou dar'st be, the earthly Ioue:
What ere the Ocean pales, or skie inclippes,
Is thine, if thou wilt ha't

   Pom. Shew me which way?
  Men. These three World-sharers, these Competitors
Are in thy vessell. Let me cut the Cable,
And when we are put off, fall to their throates:
All there is thine

   Pom. Ah, this thou shouldst haue done,
And not haue spoke on't. In me 'tis villanie,
In thee, 't had bin good seruice: thou must know,
'Tis not my profit that does lead mine Honour:
Mine Honour it, Repent that ere thy tongue,
Hath so betraide thine acte. Being done vnknowne,
I should haue found it afterwards well done,
But must condemne it now: desist, and drinke

   Men. For this, Ile neuer follow
Thy paul'd Fortunes more,
Who seekes and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd,
Shall neuer finde it more

   Pom. This health to Lepidus

   Ant. Beare him ashore,
Ile pledge it for him Pompey

   Eno. Heere's to thee Menas

   Men. Enobarbus, welcome

   Pom. Fill till the cup be hid

   Eno. There's a strong Fellow Menas

   Men. Why?
  Eno. A beares the third part of the world man: seest
not?
  Men. The third part, then he is drunk: would it were
all, that it might go on wheeles

   Eno. Drinke thou: encrease the Reeles

   Men. Come

   Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian Feast

   Ant. It ripen's, towards it: strike the Vessells hoa.
Heere's to Caesar

   Caesar. I could well forbear't, it's monstrous labour
when I wash my braine, and it grow fouler

   Ant. Be a Child o'th' time

   Caesar. Possesse it, Ile make answer: but I had rather
fast from all, foure dayes, then drinke so much in one

   Enob. Ha my braue Emperour, shall we daunce now
the Egyptian Backenals, and celebrate our drinke?
  Pom. Let's ha't good Souldier

   Ant. Come, let's all take hands,
Till that the conquering Wine hath steep't our sense,
In soft and delicate Lethe

   Eno. All take hands:
Make battery to our eares with the loud Musicke,
The while, Ile place you, then the Boy shall sing.
The holding euery man shall beate as loud,
As his strong sides can volly.

Musicke Playes. Enobarbus places them hand in hand.

The Song.

Come thou Monarch of the Vine,
Plumpie Bacchus, with pinke eyne:
In thy Fattes our Cares be drown'd,
With thy Grapes our haires be Crown'd.
Cup vs till the world go round,
Cup vs till the world go round

   Caesar. What would you more?
Pompey goodnight. Good Brother
Let me request you of our grauer businesse
Frownes at this leuitie. Gentle Lords let's part,
You see we haue burnt our cheekes. Strong Enobarbe
Is weaker then the Wine, and mine owne tongue
Spleet's what it speakes: the wilde disguise hath almost
Antickt vs all. What needs more words? goodnight.
Good Anthony your hand

   Pom. Ile try you on the shore

   Anth. And shall Sir, giues your hand

   Pom. Oh Anthony, you haue my Father house.
But what, we are Friends?
Come downe into the Boate

   Eno. Take heed you fall not Menas: Ile not on shore,
No to my Cabin: these Drummes,
These Trumpets, Flutes: what
Let Neptune heare, we bid aloud farewell
To these great Fellowes. Sound and be hang'd, sound out.

Sound a Flourish with Drummes.

  Enor. Hoo saies a there's my Cap

   Men. Hoa, Noble Captaine, come.

Exeunt.

Enter Ventidius as it were in triumph, the dead body of Pacorus
borne
before him.

  Ven. Now darting Parthya art thou stroke, and now
Pleas'd Fortune does of Marcus Crassus death
Make me reuenger. Beare the Kings Sonnes body,
Before our Army, thy Pacorus Orades,
Paies this for Marcus Crassus

   Romaine. Noble Ventidius,
Whil'st yet with Parthian blood thy Sword is warme,
The Fugitiue Parthians follow. Spurre through Media,
Mesapotamia, and the shelters, whether
The routed flie. So thy grand Captaine Anthony
Shall set thee on triumphant Chariots, and
Put Garlands on thy head

   Ven. Oh Sillius, Sillius,
I haue done enough. A lower place note well
May make too great an act. For learne this Sillius,
Better to leaue vndone, then by our deed
Acquire too high a Fame, when him we serues away.
Caesar and Anthony, haue euer wonne
More in their officer, then person. Sossius
One of my place in Syria, his Lieutenant,
For quicke accumulation of renowne,
Which he atchiu'd by'th' minute, lost his fauour.
Who does i'th' Warres more then his Captaine can,
Becomes his Captaines Captaine: and Ambition
(The Souldiers vertue) rather makes choise of losse
Then gaine, which darkens him.
I could do more to do Anthonius good,
But 'twould offend him. And in his offence,
Should my performance perish

   Rom. Thou hast Ventidius that, without the which a
Souldier and his Sword graunts scarce distinction: thou
wilt write to Anthony

   Ven. Ile humbly signifie what in his name,
That magicall word of Warre we haue effected,
How with his Banners, and his well paid ranks,
The nere-yet beaten Horse of Parthia,
We haue iaded out o'th' Field

   Rom. Where is he now?
  Ven. He purposeth to Athens, whither with what hast
The waight we must conuay with's, will permit:
We shall appeare before him. On there, passe along.

Exeunt.

Enter Agrippa at one doore, Enobarbus at another.

  Agri. What are the Brothers parted?
  Eno. They haue dispatcht with Pompey, he is gone,
The other three are Sealing. Octauia weepes
To part from Rome: Caesar is sad, and Lepidus
Since Pompey's feast, as Menas saies, is troubled
With the Greene-Sicknesse

   Agri. 'Tis a Noble Lepidus

   Eno. A very fine one: oh, how he loues Caesar

   Agri. Nay but how deerely he adores Mark Anthony

   Eno. Caesar? why he's the Iupiter of men

   Ant. What's Anthony, the God of Iupiter?
  Eno. Spake you of Caesar? How, the non-pareill?
  Agri. Oh Anthony, oh thou Arabian Bird!
  Eno. Would you praise Caesar, say Caesar go no further

   Agr. Indeed he plied them both with excellent praises

   Eno. But he loues Caesar best, yet he loues Anthony:
Hoo, Hearts, Tongues, Figure,
Scribes, Bards, Poets, cannot
Thinke speake, cast, write, sing, number: hoo,
His loue to Anthony. But as for Caesar,
Kneele downe, kneele downe, and wonder

   Agri. Both he loues

   Eno. They are his Shards, and he their Beetle, so:
This is to horse: Adieu, Noble Agrippa

   Agri. Good Fortune worthy Souldier, and farewell.
Enter Caesar, Anthony, Lepidus, and Octauia.

  Antho. No further Sir

   Caesar. You take from me a great part of my selfe:
Vse me well in't. Sister, proue such a wife
As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest Band
Shall passe on thy approofe: most Noble Anthony,
Let not the peece of Vertue which is set
Betwixt vs, as the Cyment of our loue
To keepe it builded, be the Ramme to batter
The Fortresse of it: for better might we
Haue lou'd without this meane, if on both parts
This be not cherisht

   Ant. Make me not offended, in your distrust

   Caesar. I haue said

   Ant. You shall not finde,
Though you be therein curious, the lest cause
For what you seeme to feare, so the Gods keepe you,
And make the hearts of Romaines serue your ends:
We will heere part


   Caesar. Farewell my deerest Sister, fare thee well,
The Elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well

   Octa. My Noble Brother

   Anth. The Aprill's in her eyes, it is Loues spring,
And these the showers to bring it on: be cheerfull

   Octa. Sir, looke well to my Husbands house: and-
  Caesar. What Octauia?
  Octa. Ile tell you in your eare

   Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
Her heart informe her tongue.
The Swannes downe feather
That stands vpon the Swell at the full of Tide:
And neither way inclines

   Eno. Will Caesar weepe?
  Agr. He ha's a cloud in's face

   Eno. He were the worse for that were he a Horse, so is
he being a man

   Agri. Why Enobarbus:
When Anthony found Iulius Caesar dead,
He cried almost to roaring: And he wept,
When at Phillippi he found Brutus slaine

   Eno. That year indeed, he was trobled with a rheume,
What willingly he did confound, he wail'd,
Beleeu't till I weepe too

   Caesar. No sweet Octauia,
You shall heare from me still: the time shall not
Out-go my thinking on you

   Ant. Come Sir, come,
Ile wrastle with you in my strength of loue,
Looke heere I haue you, thus I let you go,
And giue you to the Gods

   Caesar. Adieu, be happy

   Lep. Let all the number of the Starres giue light
To thy faire way

   Caesar. Farewell, farewell.

Kisses Octauia.

  Ant. Farewell.

Trumpets sound. Exeunt.

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.

  Cleo. Where is the Fellow?
  Alex. Halfe afeard to come

   Cleo. Go too, go too: Come hither Sir.
Enter the Messenger as before.

  Alex. Good Maiestie: Herod of Iury dare not looke
vpon you, but when you are well pleas'd

   Cleo. That Herods head, Ile haue: but how? When
Anthony is gone, through whom I might commaund it:
Come thou neere

   Mes. Most gratious Maiestie

   Cleo. Did'st thou behold Octauia?
  Mes. I dread Queene

   Cleo. Where?
  Mes. Madam in Rome, I lookt her in the face: and
saw her led betweene her Brother, and Marke Anthony

   Cleo. Is she as tall as me?
  Mes. She is not Madam

   Cleo. Didst heare her speake?
Is she shrill tongu'd or low?
  Mes. Madam, I heard her speake, she is low voic'd

   Cleo. That's not so good: he cannot like her long

   Char. Like her? Oh Isis: 'tis impossible

   Cleo. I thinke so Charmian: dull of tongue, & dwarfish
What Maiestie is in her gate, remember
If ere thou look'st on Maiestie

   Mes. She creepes: her motion, & her station are as one.
She shewes a body, rather then a life,
A Statue, then a Breather

   Cleo. Is this certaine?
  Mes. Or I haue no obseruance

   Cha. Three in Egypt cannot make better note

   Cleo. He's very knowing, I do perceiu't,
There's nothing in her yet.
The Fellow ha's good iudgement

   Char. Excellent

   Cleo. Guesse at her yeares, I prythee

   Mess. Madam, she was a widdow

   Cleo. Widdow? Charmian, hearke

   Mes. And I do thinke she's thirtie

   Cle. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is't long or round?
  Mess. Round, euen to faultinesse

   Cleo. For the most part too, they are foolish that are
so. Her haire what colour?
  Mess. Browne Madam: and her forehead
As low as she would wish it

   Cleo. There's Gold for thee,
Thou must not take my former sharpenesse ill,
I will employ thee backe againe: I finde thee
Most fit for businesse. Go, make thee ready,
Our Letters are prepar'd

   Char. A proper man

   Cleo. Indeed he is so: I repent me much
That so I harried him. Why me think's by him,
This Creature's no such thing

   Char. Nothing Madam

   Cleo. The man hath seene some Maiesty, and should
know

   Char. Hath he seene Maiestie? Isis else defend: and
seruing you so long

   Cleopa. I haue one thing more to aske him yet good
Charmian: but 'tis no matter, thou shalt bring him to me
where I will write; all may be well enough

   Char. I warrant you Madam.

Exeunt.

Enter Anthony and Octauia.

  Ant. Nay, nay Octauia, not onely that,
That were excusable, that and thousands more
Of semblable import, but he hath wag'd
New Warres 'gainst Pompey. Made his will, and read it,
To publicke eare, spoke scantly of me,
When perforce he could not
But pay me tearmes of Honour: cold and sickly
He vented then most narrow measure: lent me,
When the best hint was giuen him: he not took't,
Or did it from his teeth

   Octaui. Oh my good Lord,
Beleeue not all, or if you must beleeue,
Stomacke not all. A more vnhappie Lady,
If this deuision chance, ne're stood betweene
Praying for both parts:
The good Gods wil mocke me presently,
When I shall pray: Oh blesse my Lord, and Husband,
Vndo that prayer, by crying out as loud,
Oh blesse my Brother. Husband winne, winne Brother,
Prayes, and distroyes the prayer, no midway
'Twixt these extreames at all

   Ant. Gentle Octauia,
Let your best loue draw to that point which seeks
Best to preserue it: if I loose mine Honour,
I loose my selfe: better I were not yours
Then your so branchlesse. But as you requested,
Your selfe shall go between's, the meane time Lady,
Ile raise the preparation of a Warre
Shall staine your Brother, make your soonest hast,
So your desires are yours

   Oct. Thanks to my Lord,
The Ioue of power make me most weake, most weake,
Your reconciler: Warres 'twixt you twaine would be,
As if the world should cleaue, and that slaine men
Should soalder vp the Rift

   Anth. When it appeeres to you where this begins,
Turne your displeasure that way, for our faults
Can neuer be so equall, that your loue
Can equally moue with them. Prouide your going,
Choose your owne company, and command what cost
Your heart he's mind too.

Exeunt.

Enter Enobarbus, and Eros.

  Eno. How now Friend Eros?
  Eros. Ther's strange Newes come Sir

   Eno. What man?
  Ero. Caesar & Lepidus haue made warres vpon Pompey

   Eno. This is old, what is the successe?
  Eros. Caesar hauing made vse of him in the warres
'gainst Pompey: presently denied him riuality, would not
let him partake in the glory of the action, and not resting
here, accuses him of Letters he had formerly wrote to
Pompey. Vpon his owne appeale seizes him, so the poore
third is vp, till death enlarge his Confine

   Eno. Then would thou hadst a paire of chaps no more,
and throw betweene them all the food thou hast, they'le
grinde the other. Where's Anthony?
  Eros. He's walking in the garden thus, and spurnes
The rush that lies before him. Cries Foole Lepidus,
And threats the throate of that his Officer,
That murdred Pompey

   Eno. Our great Nauies rig'd

   Eros. For Italy and Caesar, more Domitius,
My Lord desires you presently: my Newes
I might haue told heareafter

   Eno. 'Twillbe naught, but let it be: bring me to Anthony

   Eros. Come Sir,

Exeunt.

Enter Agrippa, Mecenas, and Caesar.

  Caes Contemning Rome he ha's done all this, & more
In Alexandria: heere's the manner of't:
I'th' Market-place on a Tribunall siluer'd,
Cleopatra and himselfe in Chaires of Gold
Were publikely enthron'd: at the feet, sat
Caesarion whom they call my Fathers Sonne,
And all the vnlawfull issue, that their Lust
Since then hath made betweene them. Vnto her,
He gaue the stablishment of Egypt, made her
Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, absolute Queene

   Mece. This in the publike eye?
  Caesar. I'th' common shew place, where they exercise,
His Sonnes hither proclaimed the King of Kings,
Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia
He gaue to Alexander. To Ptolomy he assign'd,
Syria, Silicia, and Phoenetia: she
In th' abiliments of the Goddesse Isis
That day appeer'd, and oft before gaue audience,
As 'tis reported so

   Mece. Let Rome be thus inform'd

   Agri. Who queazie with his insolence already,
Will their good thoughts call from him

   Caesar. The people knowes it,
And haue now receiu'd his accusations

   Agri. Who does he accuse?
  Caesar. Caesar, and that hauing in Cicilie
Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him
His part o'th' Isle. Then does he say, he lent me
Some shipping vnrestor'd. Lastly, he frets
That Lepidus of the Triumpherate, should be depos'd,
And being that, we detaine all his Reuenue

   Agri. Sir, this should be answer'd

   Caesar. 'Tis done already, and the Messenger gone:
I haue told him Lepidus was growne too cruell,
That he his high Authority abus'd,
And did deserue his change: for what I haue conquer'd,
I grant him part: but then in his Armenia,
And other of his conquer'd Kingdoms, I demand the like
  Mec. Hee'l neuer yeeld to that

   Caes Nor must not then be yeelded to in this.
Enter Octauia with her Traine.

  Octa. Haile Caesar, and my L[ord]. haile most deere Caesar

   Caesar. That euer I should call thee Cast-away

   Octa. You haue not call'd me so, nor haue you cause

   Caes Why haue you stoln vpon vs thus? you come not
Like Caesars Sister, The wife of Anthony
Should haue an Army for an Vsher, and
The neighes of Horse to tell of her approach,
Long ere she did appeare. The trees by'th' way
Should haue borne men, and expectation fainted,
Longing for what it had not. Nay, the dust
Should haue ascended to the Roofe of Heauen,
Rais'd by your populous Troopes: But you are come
A Market-maid to Rome, and haue preuented
The ostentation of our loue; which left vnshewne,
Is often left vnlou'd: we should haue met you
By Sea, and Land, supplying euery Stage
With an augmented greeting

   Octa. Good my Lord,
To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did it
On my free-will. My Lord Marke Anthony,
Hearing that you prepar'd for Warre, acquainted
My greeued eare withall: whereon I begg'd
His pardon for returne

   Caes Which soone he granted,
Being an abstract 'tweene his Lust, and him

   Octa. Do not say so, my Lord

   Caes I haue eyes vpon him,
And his affaires come to me on the wind: wher is he now?
  Octa. My Lord, in Athens

   Caesar. No my most wronged Sister, Cleopatra
Hath nodded him to her. He hath giuen his Empire
Vp to a Whore, who now are leuying
The Kings o'th' earth for Warre. He hath assembled,
Bochus the King of Lybia, Archilaus
Of Cappadocia, Philadelphos King
Of Paphlagonia: the Thracian King Adullas,
King Manchus of Arabia, King of Pont,
Herod of Iewry, Mithridates King
Of Comageat, Polemen and Amintas,
The Kings of Mede, and Licoania,
With a more larger List of Scepters

   Octa. Aye me most wretched,
That haue my heart parted betwixt two Friends,
That does afflict each other

   Caes Welcom hither: your Letters did with-holde our breaking
forth
Till we perceiu'd both how you were wrong led,
And we in negligent danger: cheere your heart,
Be you not troubled with the time, which driues
O're your content, these strong necessities,
But let determin'd things to destinie
Hold vnbewayl'd their way. Welcome to Rome,
Nothing more deere to me: You are abus'd
Beyond the marke of thought: and the high Gods
To do you Iustice, makes his Ministers
Of vs, and those that loue you. Best of comfort,
And euer welcom to vs

   Agrip. Welcome Lady

   Mec. Welcome deere Madam,
Each heart in Rome does loue and pitty you,
Onely th' adulterous Anthony, most large
In his abhominations, turnes you off,
And giues his potent Regiment to a Trull
That noyses it against vs

   Octa. Is it so sir?
  Caes Most certaine: Sister welcome: pray you
Be euer knowne to patience. My deer'st Sister.

Exeunt.

Enter Cleopatra, and Enobarbus.

  Cleo. I will be euen with thee, doubt it not

   Eno. But why, why, why?
  Cleo. Thou hast forespoke my being in these warres,
And say'st it is not fit

   Eno. Well: is it, is it

   Cleo. If not, denounc'd against vs, why should not
we be there in person

   Enob. Well, I could reply: if wee should serue with
Horse and Mares together, the Horse were meerly lost:
the Mares would beare a Soldiour and his Horse

   Cleo. What is't you say?
  Enob. Your presence needs must puzle Anthony,
Take from his heart, take from his Braine, from's time,
What should not then be spar'd. He is already
Traduc'd for Leuity, and 'tis said in Rome,
That Photinus an Eunuch, and your Maides
Mannage this warre

   Cleo. Sinke Rome, and their tongues rot
That speake against vs. A Charge we beare i'th' Warre,
And as the president of my Kingdome will
Appeare there for a man. Speake not against it,
I will not stay behinde.
Enter Anthony and Camidias.

  Eno. Nay I haue done, here comes the Emperor

   Ant. Is it not strange Camidius,
That from Tarientum, and Brandusium,
He could so quickly cut the Ionian Sea,
And take in Troine. You haue heard on't (Sweet?)
  Cleo. Celerity is neuer more admir'd,
Then by the negligent

   Ant. A good rebuke,
Which might haue well becom'd the best of men
To taunt at slacknesse. Camidius, wee
Will fight with him by Sea

   Cleo. By Sea, what else?
  Cam. Why will my Lord, do so?
  Ant. For that he dares vs too't

   Enob. So hath my Lord, dar'd him to single fight

   Cam. I, and to wage this Battell at Pharsalia,
Where Caesar fought with Pompey. But these offers
Which serue not for his vantage, he shakes off,
And so should you

   Enob. Your Shippes are not well mann'd,
Your Marriners are Militers, Reapers, people
Ingrost by swift Impresse. In Caesars Fleete,
Are those, that often haue 'gainst Pompey fought,
Their shippes are yare, yours heauy: no disgrace
Shall fall you for refusing him at Sea,
Being prepar'd for Land

   Ant. By Sea, by Sea

   Eno. Most worthy Sir, you therein throw away
The absolute Soldiership you haue by Land,
Distract your Armie, which doth most consist
Of Warre-markt-footmen, leaue vnexecuted
Your owne renowned knowledge, quite forgoe
The way which promises assurance, and
Giue vp your selfe meerly to chance and hazard,
From firme Securitie

   Ant. Ile fight at Sea

   Cleo. I haue sixty Sailes, Caesar none better

   Ant. Our ouer-plus of shipping will we burne,
And with the rest full mann'd, from th' head of Action
Beate th' approaching Caesar. But if we faile,
We then can doo't at Land.
Enter a Messenger.

Thy Businesse?
  Mes. The Newes is true, my Lord, he is descried,
Caesar ha's taken Toryne

   Ant. Can he be there in person? 'Tis impossible
Strange, that his power should be. Camidius,
Our nineteene Legions thou shalt hold by Land,
And our twelue thousand Horse. Wee'l to our Ship,
Away my Thetis.
Enter a Soldiour.

How now worthy Souldier?
  Soul. Oh Noble Emperor, do not fight by Sea,
Trust not to rotten plankes: Do you misdoubt
This Sword, and these my Wounds; let th' Egyptians
And the Phoenicians go a ducking: wee
Haue vs'd to conquer standing on the earth,
And fighting foot to foot

   Ant. Well, well, away.

exit Ant. Cleo. & Enob

   Soul. By Hercules I thinke I am i'th' right

   Cam. Souldier thou art: but his whole action growes
Not in the power on't: so our Leaders leade,
And we are Womens mens

   Soul. You keepe by Land the Legions and the Horse
whole, do you not?
  Ven. Marcus Octauius, Marcus Iusteus,
Publicola, and Celius, are for Sea:
But we keepe whole by Land. This speede of Caesars
Carries beyond beleefe

   Soul. While he was yet in Rome,
His power went out in such distractions,
As beguilde all Spies

   Cam. Who's his Lieutenant, heare you?
  Soul. They say, one Towrus

   Cam. Well, I know the man.
Enter a Messenger.

  Mes. The Emperor cals Camidius

   Cam. With Newes the times with Labour,
And throwes forth each minute, some.

Exeunt.

Enter Caesar with his Army, marching.

  Caes Towrus?
  Tow. My Lord

   Caes Strike not by Land,
Keepe whole, prouoke not Battaile
Till we haue done at Sea. Do not exceede
The Prescript of this Scroule: Our fortune lyes
Vpon this iumpe.
Enter.

Enter Anthony, and Enobarbus.

  Ant. Set we our Squadrons on yond side o'th' Hill,
In eye of Caesars battaile, from which place
We may the number of the Ships behold,
And so proceed accordingly.
Enter.

Camidius Marcheth with his Land Army one way ouer the stage,
and Towrus
the Lieutenant of Caesar the other way: After their going in, is
heard the
noise of a Sea fight. Alarum. Enter Enobarbus and Scarus.

  Eno. Naught, naught, al naught, I can behold no longer:
Thantoniad, the Egyptian Admirall,
With all their sixty flye, and turne the Rudder:
To see't, mine eyes are blasted.
Enter Scarrus.

  Scar. Gods, & Goddesses, all the whol synod of them!
  Eno. What's thy passion

   Scar. The greater Cantle of the world, is lost
With very ignorance, we haue kist away
Kingdomes, and Prouinces

   Eno. How appeares the Fight?
  Scar. On our side, like the Token'd Pestilence,
Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred Nagge of Egypt,
(Whom Leprosie o're-take) i'th' midst o'th' fight,
When vantage like a payre of Twinnes appear'd
Both as the same, or rather ours the elder;
(The Breeze vpon her) like a Cow in Iune,
Hoists Sailes, and flyes

   Eno. That I beheld:
Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not
Indure a further view

   Scar. She once being looft,
The Noble ruine of her Magicke, Anthony,
Claps on his Sea-wing, and (like a doting Mallard)
Leauing the Fight in heighth, flyes after her:
I neuer saw an Action of such shame;
Experience, Man-hood, Honor, ne're before,
Did violate so it selfe

   Enob. Alacke, alacke.
Enter Camidius

   Cam. Our Fortune on the Sea is out of breath,
And sinkes most lamentably. Had our Generall
Bin what he knew himselfe, it had gone well:
Oh his ha's giuen example for our flight,
Most grossely by his owne

   Enob. I, are you thereabouts? Why then goodnight
indeede

   Cam. Toward Peloponnesus are they fled

   Scar. 'Tis easie toot,
And there I will attend what further comes

   Camid. To Caesar will I render
My Legions and my Horse, sixe Kings alreadie
Shew me the way of yeelding

   Eno. Ile yet follow
The wounded chance of Anthony, though my reason
Sits in the winde against me.
Enter Anthony with Attendants.

  Ant. Hearke, the Land bids me tread no more vpon't,
It is asham'd to beare me. Friends, come hither,
I am so lated in the world, that I
Haue lost my way for euer. I haue a shippe,
Laden with Gold, take that, diuide it: flye,
And make your peace with Caesar

   Omnes. Fly? Not wee

   Ant. I haue fled my selfe, and haue instructed cowards
To runne, and shew their shoulders. Friends be gone,
I haue my selfe resolu'd vpon a course,
Which has no neede of you. Be gone,
My Treasure's in the Harbour. Take it: Oh,
I follow'd that I blush to looke vpon,
My very haires do mutiny: for the white
Reproue the browne for rashnesse, and they them
For feare, and doting. Friends be gone, you shall
Haue Letters from me to some Friends, that will
Sweepe your way for you. Pray you looke not sad,
Nor make replyes of loathnesse, take the hint
Which my dispaire proclaimes. Let them be left
Which leaues it selfe, to the Sea-side straight way;
I will possesse you of that ship and Treasure.
Leaue me, I pray a little: pray you now,
Nay do so: for indeede I haue lost command,
Therefore I pray you, Ile see you by and by.

Sits downe

Enter Cleopatra led by Charmian and Eros.

  Eros. Nay gentle Madam, to him, comfort him

   Iras. Do most deere Queene

   Char. Do, why, what else?
  Cleo. Let me sit downe: Oh Iuno

   Ant. No, no, no, no, no

   Eros. See you heere, Sir?
  Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie

   Char. Madam

   Iras. Madam, oh good Empresse

   Eros. Sir, sir

   Ant. Yes my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
His sword e'ne like a dancer, while I strooke
The leane and wrinkled Cassius, and 'twas I
That the mad Brutus ended: he alone
Dealt on Lieutenantry, and no practise had
In the braue squares of Warre: yet now: no matter

   Cleo. Ah stand by

   Eros. The Queene my Lord, the Queene

   Iras. Go to him, Madam, speake to him,
Hee's vnqualitied with very shame

   Cleo. Well then, sustaine me: Oh

   Eros. Most Noble Sir arise, the Queene approaches,
Her head's declin'd, and death will cease her, but
Your comfort makes the rescue

   Ant. I haue offended Reputation,
A most vnnoble sweruing

   Eros. Sir, the Queene

   Ant. Oh whether hast thou lead me Egypt, see
How I conuey my shame, out of thine eyes,
By looking backe what I haue left behinde
Stroy'd in dishonor

   Cleo. Oh my Lord, my Lord,
Forgiue my fearfull sayles, I little thought
You would haue followed

   Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well,
My heart was to thy Rudder tyed by'th' strings,
And thou should'st towe me after. O're my spirit
The full supremacie thou knew'st, and that
Thy becke, might from the bidding of the Gods
Command mee

   Cleo. Oh my pardon

   Ant. Now I must
To the young man send humble Treaties, dodge
And palter in the shifts of lownes, who
With halfe the bulke o'th' world plaid as I pleas'd,
Making, and marring Fortunes. You did know
How much you were my Conqueror, and that
My Sword, made weake by my affection, would
Obey it on all cause

   Cleo. Pardon, pardon

   Ant. Fall not a teare I say, one of them rates
All that is wonne and lost: Giue me a kisse,
Euen this repayes me.
We sent our Schoolemaster, is a come backe?
Loue I am full of Lead: some Wine
Within there, and our Viands: Fortune knowes,
We scorne her most, when most she offers blowes.

Exeunt.

Enter Caesar, Agrippa, and Dollabello, with others.

  Caes Let him appeare that's come from Anthony.
Know you him

   Dolla. Caesar, 'tis his Schoolemaster,
An argument that he is pluckt, when hither
He sends so poore a Pinnion of his Wing,
Which had superfluous Kings for Messengers,
Not many Moones gone by.
Enter Ambassador from Anthony.

  Caesar. Approach, and speake

   Amb. Such as I am, I come from Anthony:
I was of late as petty to his ends,
As is the Morne-dew on the Mertle leafe
To his grand Sea

   Caes Bee't so, declare thine office

   Amb. Lord of his Fortunes he salutes thee, and
Requires to liue in Egypt, which not granted
He Lessons his Requests, and to thee sues
To let him breath betweene the Heauens and Earth
A priuate man in Athens: this for him.
Next, Cleopatra does confesse thy Greatnesse,
Submits her to thy might, and of thee craues
The Circle of the Ptolomies for her heyres,
Now hazarded to thy Grace

   Caes For Anthony,
I haue no eares to his request. The Queene,
Of Audience, nor Desire shall faile, so shee
From Egypt driue her all-disgraced Friend,
Or take his life there. This if shee performe,
She shall not sue vnheard. So to them both

   Amb. Fortune pursue thee

   Caes Bring him through the Bands:
To try thy Eloquence, now 'tis time, dispatch,
From Anthony winne Cleopatra, promise
And in our Name, what she requires, adde more
From thine inuention, offers. Women are not
In their best Fortunes strong; but want will periure
The ne're touch'd Vestall. Try thy cunning Thidias,
Make thine owne Edict for thy paines, which we
Will answer as a Law

   Thid. Caesar. I go

   Caesar. Obserue how Anthony becomes his flaw,
And what thou think'st his very action speakes
In euery power that mooues

   Thid. Caesar, I shall.

Exeunt.

Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, & Iras.

  Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus?
  Eno. Thinke, and dye

   Cleo. Is Anthony, or we in fault for this?
  Eno. Anthony onely, that would make his will
Lord of his Reason. What though you fled,
From that great face of Warre, whose seuerall ranges
Frighted each other? Why should he follow?
The itch of his Affection should not then
Haue nickt his Captain-ship, at such a point,
When halfe to halfe the world oppos'd, he being
The meered question? 'Twas a shame no lesse
Then was his losse, to course your flying Flagges,
And leaue his Nauy gazing

   Cleo. Prythee peace.
Enter the Ambassador, with Anthony.

  Ant. Is that his answer?
  Amb. I my Lord

   Ant. The Queene shall then haue courtesie,
So she will yeeld vs vp

   Am. He sayes so

   Antho. Let her know't. To the Boy Caesar send this
grizled head, and he will fill thy wishes to the brimme,
With Principalities

   Cleo. That head my Lord?
  Ant. To him againe, tell him he weares the Rose
Of youth vpon him: from which, the world should note
Something particular: His Coine, Ships, Legions,
May be a Cowards, whose Ministers would preuaile
Vnder the seruice of a Childe, as soone
As i'th' Command of Caesar. I dare him therefore
To lay his gay Comparisons a-part,
And answer me declin'd, Sword against Sword,
Our selues alone: Ile write it: Follow me

   Eno. Yes like enough: hye battel'd Caesar will
Vnstate his happinesse, and be Stag'd to'th' shew
Against a Sworder. I see mens Iudgements are
A parcell of their Fortunes, and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them
To suffer all alike, that he should dreame,
Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will
Answer his emptinesse; Caesar thou hast subdu'de
His iudgement too.
Enter a Seruant.

  Ser. A Messenger from Caesar

   Cleo. What no more Ceremony? See my Women,
Against the blowne Rose may they stop their nose,
That kneel'd vnto the Buds. Admit him sir

   Eno. Mine honesty, and I, beginne to square,
The Loyalty well held to Fooles, does make
Our Faith meere folly: yet he that can endure
To follow with Allegeance a falne Lord,
Does conquer him that did his Master conquer,
And earnes a place i'th' Story.
Enter Thidias.

  Cleo. Caesars will

   Thid. Heare it apart

   Cleo. None but Friends: say boldly

   Thid. So haply are they Friends to Anthony

   Enob. He needs as many (Sir) as Caesar ha's,
Or needs not vs. If Caesar please, our Master
Will leape to be his Friend: For vs you know,
Whose he is, we are, and that is Caesars

   Thid. So. Thus then thou most renown'd, Caesar intreats,
Not to consider in what case thou stand'st
Further then he is Caesars

   Cleo. Go on, right Royall

   Thid. He knowes that you embrace not Anthony
As you did loue, but as you feared him

   Cleo. Oh

   Thid. The scarre's vpon your Honor, therefore he
Does pitty, as constrained blemishes,
Not as deserued

   Cleo. He is a God,
And knowes what is most right. Mine Honour
Was not yeelded, but conquer'd meerely

   Eno. To be sure of that, I will aske Anthony.
Sir, sir, thou art so leakie
That we must leaue thee to thy sinking, for
Thy deerest quit thee.

Exit Enob.

  Thid. Shall I say to Caesar,
What you require of him: for he partly begges
To be desir'd to giue. It much would please him,
That of his Fortunes you should make a staffe
To leane vpon. But it would warme his spirits
To heare from me you had left Anthony,
And put your selfe vnder his shrowd, the vniuersal Landlord

   Cleo. What's your name?
  Thid. My name is Thidias

   Cleo. Most kinde Messenger,
Say to great Caesar this in disputation,
I kisse his conqu'ring hand: Tell him, I am prompt
To lay my Crowne at's feete, and there to kneele.
Tell him, from his all-obeying breath, I heare
The doome of Egypt

   Thid. 'Tis your Noblest course:
Wisedome and Fortune combatting together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it. Giue me grace to lay
My dutie on your hand

   Cleo. Your Caesars Father oft,
(When he hath mus'd of taking kingdomes in)
Bestow'd his lips on that vnworthy place,
As it rain'd kisses.
Enter Anthony and Enobarbus.

  Ant. Fauours? By Ioue that thunders. What art thou Fellow?
  Thid. One that but performes
The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest
To haue command obey'd

   Eno. You will be whipt

   Ant. Approch there: ah you Kite. Now Gods & diuels
Authority melts from me of late. When I cried hoa,
Like Boyes vnto a musse, Kings would start forth,
And cry, your will. Haue you no eares?
I am Anthony yet. Take hence this Iack, and whip him.
Enter a Seruant.

  Eno. 'Tis better playing with a Lions whelpe,
Then with an old one dying

   Ant. Moone and Starres,
Whip him: wer't twenty of the greatest Tributaries
That do acknowledge Caesar, should I finde them
So sawcy with the hand of she heere, what's her name
Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him Fellowes,
Till like a Boy you see him crindge his face,
And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence

   Thid. Marke Anthony

   Ant. Tugge him away: being whipt
Bring him againe, the Iacke of Caesars shall
Beare vs an arrant to him.

Exeunt. with Thidius.

You were halfe blasted ere I knew you: Ha?
Haue I my pillow left vnprest in Rome,
Forborne the getting of a lawfull Race,
And by a Iem of women, to be abus'd
By one that lookes on Feeders?
  Cleo. Good my Lord

   Ant. You haue beene a boggeler euer,
But when we in our viciousnesse grow hard
(Oh misery on't) the wise Gods seele our eyes
In our owne filth, drop our cleare iudgements, make vs
Adore our errors, laugh at's while we strut
To our confusion

   Cleo. Oh, is't come to this?
  Ant. I found you as a Morsell, cold vpon
Dead Caesars Trencher: Nay, you were a Fragment
Of Gneius Pompeyes, besides what hotter houres
Vnregistred in vulgar Fame, you haue
Luxuriously pickt out. For I am sure,
Though you can guesse 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 play-fellow, your hand; this Kingly Seale,
And plighter of high hearts. O that I were
Vpon the hill of Basan, to out-roare
The horned Heard, for I haue sauage cause,
And to proclaime it ciuilly, were like
A halter'd necke, which do's the Hangman thanke,
For being yare about him. Is he whipt?
Enter a Seruant with Thidias.

  Ser. Soundly, my Lord

   Ant. Cried he? and begg'd a Pardon?
  Ser. He did aske fauour

   Ant. If that thy Father liue, let him repent
Thou was't not made his daughter, and be thou sorrie
To follow Caesar in his Triumph, since
Thou hast bin whipt. For following him, henceforth
The white hand of a Lady Feauer thee,
Shake thou to looke on't. Get thee backe to Caesar,
Tell him thy entertainment: looke thou say
He makes me angry with him. For he seemes
Proud and disdainfull, harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,
And at this time most easie 'tis to doo't:
When my good Starres, that were my former guides
Haue empty left their Orbes, and shot their Fires
Into th' Abisme of hell. If he mislike,
My speech, and what is done, tell him he has
Hiparchus, my enfranched Bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like to quit me. Vrge it thou:
Hence with thy stripes, be gone.

Exit Thid.

  Cleo. Haue you done yet?
  Ant. Alacke our Terrene Moone is now Eclipst,
And it portends alone the fall of Anthony

   Cleo. I must stay his time?
  Ant. To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes
With one that tyes his points

   Cleo. Not know me yet?
  Ant. Cold-hearted toward me?
  Cleo. Ah (Deere) if I be so,
From my cold heart let Heauen ingender haile,
And poyson it in the sourse, and the first stone
Drop in my necke: as it determines so
Dissolue my life, the next Caesarian smile,
Till by degrees the memory of my wombe,
Together with my braue Egyptians all,
By the discandering of this pelleted storme,
Lye grauelesse, till the Flies and Gnats of Nyle
Haue buried them for prey

   Ant. I am satisfied:
Caesar sets downe in Alexandria, where
I will oppose his Fate. Our force by Land,
Hath Nobly held, our seuer'd Nauie too
Haue knit againe, and Fleete, threatning most Sea-like.
Where hast thou bin my heart? Dost thou heare Lady?
If from the Field I shall returne once more
To kisse these Lips, I will appeare in Blood,
I, and my Sword, will earne our Chronicle,
There's hope in't yet

   Cleo. That's my braue Lord

   Ant. I will be trebble-sinewed, hearted, breath'd,
And fight maliciously: for when mine houres
Were nice and lucky, men did ransome liues
Of me for iests: But now, Ile set my teeth,
And send to darkenesse all that stop me. Come,
Let's haue one other gawdy night: Call to me
All my sad Captaines, fill our Bowles once more:
Let's mocke the midnight Bell

   Cleo. It is my Birth-day,
I had thought t'haue held it poore. But since my Lord
Is Anthony againe, I will be Cleopatra

   Ant. We will yet do well

   Cleo. Call all his Noble Captaines to my Lord

   Ant. Do so, wee'l speake to them,
And to night Ile force
The Wine peepe through their scarres.
Come on (my Queene)
There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight
Ile make death loue me: for I will contend
Euen with his pestilent Sythe.

Exeunt.

  Eno. Now hee'l out-stare the Lightning, to be furious
Is to be frighted out of feare, and in that moode
The Doue will pecke the Estridge; and I see still
A diminution in our Captaines braine,
Restores his heart; when valour prayes in reason,
It eates the Sword it fights with: I will seeke
Some way to leaue him.

Exeunt.

Enter Caesar, Agrippa, & Mecenas with his Army, Caesar reading
a Letter.

  Caes He calles me Boy, and chides as he had power
To beate me out of Egypt. My Messenger
He hath whipt with Rods, dares me to personal Combat.
Caesar to Anthony: let the old Ruffian know,
I haue many other wayes to dye: meane time
Laugh at his Challenge

   Mece. Caesar must thinke,
When one so great begins to rage, hee's hunted
Euen to falling. Giue him no breath, but now
Make boote of his distraction: Neuer anger
Made good guard for it selfe

   Caes Let our best heads know,
That to morrow, the last of many Battailes
We meane to fight. Within our Files there are,
Of those that seru'd Marke Anthony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it done,
And Feast the Army, we haue store to doo't,
And they haue earn'd the waste. Poore Anthony.