Invited her to supper; she replied, It should be better, he became her guest; Mecanas. Now Antony must leave her utterly. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: Mecanas. If beauty, wisdom, modesty can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery to him.-Sc. 2. Antony. Speak this no more. Soothsayer. 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, Is all afraid to govern thee near him; But, he away, 'tis noble.-Sc. 3. Messenger. Madam, he's married to Octavia. Cleopatra. The most infectious pestilence upon thee! (Strikes him down.) What say you?-Hence, (strikes him Messenger. Good madam, patience. Cleopatra. again.) Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head; (she hales him up and down.) Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in ling'ring pickle.-Sc. 5. Cleopatra. Give to a gracious message An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell Themselves, when they be felt. But do not speak to me.-Id. Cæsar. Pity me, Charmian, Since I saw you last, Pompey. Well, I know not There is a change upon you. What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face; But in my bosom shall she never come, To make my heart her vassal.-Sc. 6. 2nd Servant. I had as lief have a reed that will do me no service, as a partisan I could not heave.-Sc. 7. Casar. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well; The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well. Antony. The April's in her eyes: it is love's spring, Octavia ? Octavia. I'll tell you in your ear. What, Antony. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue: the swan's down feather, That stands upon the swell at full of tide, And neither way inclines.-Act 3, Sc. 2. Cleopatra. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is't long or round? Messenger. Round even to faultiness. Cleopatra. For the most part, too, they are foolish that are so.- -Sc. 3. Cæsar. Cheer your heart: Be you not troubled with the time, which drives O'er your content these strong necessities; But let determin'd things to destiny Hold unbewail'd their way.-Sc. 6. Antony. Is this his answer? Euphronius. Ay, my lord. Antony. The queen shall then have courtesy, so she Will yield us up. Euhphronius. He says so. Antony. Let her know it— To the boy Cæsar send this grizzled head, And he will fill thy wishes to the brim With principalities. Cleopatra. That head, my lord? Antony. To him again; Tell him he wears the rose May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail As i' the command of Cæsar: I dare him therefore To lay his gay comparisons apart, And answer me declin'd; sword against sword, Ourselves alone; I'll write it; follow me. (Exeunt ANTONI and EUPHRONIUS.) Enobarbus. Yes, like enough, high-battled Cæsar will To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Mine honesty, and I, begin to square. Our faith mere folly :-Yet he, that can endure Does conquer him that did his master conquer, Antony. When my good stars, that were my former guides, Dost thou bear, lady? If from the field I shall return once more To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood; Cleopatra. (Aside.) (Exit THYREUS.) That's my brave lord! Antony. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd, Cleopatra. It is my birthday : Antony. We'll yet do well. Cleopatra. Call all his noble captains to my lord. : Antony. Do so, we'll speak to them and to-night I'll force The wine peep through their scars.-Come on, my queen; There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight, I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe.-(Exeunt ANTONY, Cleopatra, and Attendants). Enobarbus. Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious, Is to be frighted out of fear: and in that mood, Restores his heart: When valour preys on reason, Antony. O! sun, thy uprise shall I see no more: Do we shake hands.-All come to this? The hearts What, Eros, Eros!-(Enter CLEOPATRA). Ah! thou spell; Avaunt. Cleopatra. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love? And hoist thee up to the shouting plebians: With her prepared nails. (Exit CLEOPATRA).-Sc. 10. Ourselves to end ourselves.- (Enter MARDIAN). O! thy vile lady, She has robb'd me of my sword. Mardian. No, Antony; My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled Antony. Hence, saucy eunuch; peace; She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death. Mardian. Death of one person can be paid but once; Was Antony; most noble Antony! Then in the midst a tearing groan did break Between her heart and lips: she render'd life, Antony. Dead then? Mardian. Dead. Antony. Unarm, Eros: the long day's task is done, The sevenfold shield of Ajax cannot keep sides. You have been nobly borne. From me awhile.-(Exit EROS.) Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now And all the haunt be ours.-Come, Eros, Eros !-Sc. 12. I here importune death a while, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last Cleopatra. I dare not, dear, (Dear my lord, pardon,) I dare not, Lest I be taken: not the imperious show Of the full-fortun'd Cæsar ever shall Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have |