Shall die a Beggar, Ink and Paper, Charmian.
Welcome my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian,
Ever love Cefar fo?

Char. Oh that brave Cafar!

Clea. Be choak'd with fuch another Emphafis, Say the brave Antony.

Char. The valiant Cafar.

Clo. By Ifis, I will give thee bloody Teeth, If thou with Cafar Paragon again

My Man of Men.

Char. By your moft gracious Pardon,

I Sing but after you.

Cleo. My Sallad Days,

When I was green in Judgment, cold in Blood,
To fay, as I laid then. But come, away,

Get me Ink and Paper,

He fhall have every Day feveral greetings, or I'll unpeople

Ægypt.

[Exeunt.

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ACT IV. SCENE I.

SCENE in Sicily.

Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas.

Pom.TF the great Gods be juft, they shall affift
The Deeds of justest Men.

Mene. Know, worthy Pompey,

That which they do delay, they not deny.

Pom. While we are Suitors to their Throne, decays

The thing we fue for.

Men. We, ignorant of our selves,

Beg often our own harms, which the wife Powers
Deny us for our good; fo find we profit

By lofing of our Prayers.

Pom. I fhall do well:

The People love me, and the Sea is mine;

My Powers are Crefcent, and my aguring hope
Says it will come to th' full. Mark Antony
Egypt fits at Dinner, and will make

No

No Wars without Doors Cafar gets Mony where
He lofes Hearts; Lepidus flatters both,

Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves,
Nor either cares for him.

Mene. Cafar and Lepidus are in the Field,
A mighty ftrength they carry.

Pom. Where have you this? 'Tis false.

Mene. From Silvius, Sir.

Pom. He dreams; I know they are in Rome together
Looking for Antony: But all the Charms of Love,
Salt Cleopatra, foften thy wand Lip,

Let Witchcraft join with Beauty; Luft with both,
Tie up the Libertine in a Field of Feafts,
Keep his Brain fuming; Epicurean Cooks,
Sharpen with cloylefs fawce his Appetite;
That fleep and feeding may prorogue his Honour,
Even 'till a lethied Dulnefs-

Enter Varrius.

How now Varrins?

Var. This is most certain, that I shall deliver:
Mark Antony is every hour in Rome

Expected. Since he went from Egypt, is
A space for farther travel.

Pom. I could have given lefs matter

A better Ear. Menas, I did not think

This amorous Surfeiter would have donn'd his Helm
For fuch a petty War; his Soldiership

Is twice the other twain: but let us rear
The higher our Opinion, that our stirring
Can from the lap of Egypt's Widow pluck
The near Luft-wearied Antony.

Men. I cannot hope,

Cafar and Antony fhall well greet together:
His Wife that's dead, did trefpaffes to Cafar,
His Brother warr'd upon him, although I think
Not mov'd by Antony.

Pom. I know not, Menas,

How leffer Enmities may give way to greater.
Were't not that we ftand up against them all,

'Twere pregnant they should fquare beetween themselves; For they have entertained cause enough

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To draw their Swords; but how the fear of us
May cement their Divifions, and bind up
The petty Difference, we yet not know.
Be't as our Gods will have't; it only ftands
Our lives upon, to use our ftrongeft hands.
Come, Menas.

SCENE II. Rome.

Enter Enorbarbus and Lepidus.

Lep. Good Enobardus, 'tis a worthy deed,

And shall become you well, to entreat your Captain
To loft and gentle Speech.

Eno. I fhall entreat him

To answer like himself; if Cafar move him,

Let Antony look over Cafar's Head,

And fpeak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter,

Were I the wearer of Antonio's Beard,

I would not fhave't to day.

Lep. 'Tis not a time for private Stomaching,

[Exeunt.

Eno. Every time ferves for the matter that is then born in t. Lep. But Imall to greater Matters must give way.

Eno. Not if the fmall come first.

Lep. Your Speech is paffion; but pray you ftir No Embers up. Here comes the noble Antony. Enter Antony and Ventidius.

Eno. And yonder Cefar.

Enter Cæfar, Mecenas, and Agrippa.
Ant. If we compofe well here, to Parthia
Hark, Ventidius.

Caf. I do not know; Mecanas, ask Agrippa.
Lep. Noble Friends,

That which combin'd us was moít great, and let not
A leaner Action rend us.

What's amifs,

May it be gently heard. When we debate

Our trivial difference loud, we do commit

Murther in healing Wounds. Then noble Partners,
The rather, for I carneftly befeech,

Touch you the fowreft points with fweetest terms,
Nor curftnefs grow to th' matter.

Caf. Sit.

Ant. Sit, Sir.

Caf. Nay then.

Ant. I learn you take things ill, which are not fo:

Or being, concern you not.

Caf. I must be laught at,

If, or for nothing, or a little, I

Should fay my felf offended, and with you
Chiefly i'th' World. More laught at, that I should
Once name you derogately: when to found your name
It not concern'd me.

Ant. My being in Ægypt, Cafar, what was't to you?
Caf. No more than my refiding here at Rome

Might be to you is Egypt: yet if
you there
you
Did practife on my ftate, your being in Egypt
Might be my question.

Ant. How intend you, practis'd?

Caf. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent,
By what did here befali me. Your Wife and Brother
Made wars upon me, and their conteftation

Was Theam for you, you were the word of war.

Ant. You do miftake your bufinef, my Brother never Did urge me in his A&: I did inquire it,

And have my learning from fome true reports

That drew their Swords with you. Did he not rather
Difcredit my Authority with yours,

And make the wars alike againft my Stomach,
Having alike your caufe? Of this my Letters
Before did fatisfie you. If you patch a quarrel,
As matter whole you've not to make it with,

It must not be with this.

Caf. You praise your felf, by laying defects of Jugdment to me: but you patch up your excufes.

Ant. Not fo, not fo:

I know you could not lack, I am certain on't,
Very neceffity of this thought, that I

Your Partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought,

Could

Could not with graceful Eyes attend those Wars
Which fronted mine own peace. As for my Wife,
I would you had her Spirit, in fuch another,
The third o'th'World is yours, which with a Snaffle,
You may pace eafie, but not fuch a Wife.

Eno. Would we had all fuch Wives, that the Men might go to Wars with the Women.

Ant. So much uncurbable, her Garboiles Cafar
Made out of her impatience, which not wanted
Shrewdnefs of policy too, I grieving grant,
Did you too much difquiet, for that you muft,
But fay I could not help it,

Caf. I wrote to you,

When rioting in Alexandria you

Did pocket up my Letters; and with taunts
Did beg my Miffive out of audience.

Ant. Sir, he fell on me, e'er admitted: then
Three Kings I had newly feasted, and did want
Of what I was i'th'morning; but next day
I told him of my felf, which was as much
As to have askt him pardon. Let this Fellow
Be nothing of our ftrife: if we contend
Out of our queftion wipe him.

Caf. You have broken

The Article of your Oath, which you shall never

Have Tongue to charge me with.

Lep. Soft, Cafar.

Ant. No, Lepidus, let him speak,

The Honour is Sacred which he talks on now,

Suppofing that I lackt it: but on, Cafar,

The Article of my Oath.

Caf. To lend me Arms, and Aid, when I requir'd them, The which you both denied.

Ant. Neglected rather:

'And then when Poifoned hours had bound me up
From mine own Knowledge; as nearly as I may,
I'll play the penitent to you. But mine honesty,
Shall not make poor my greatnefs, nor my power
Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,
To have me out of Egypt, made Wars here,
For which my felf, the ignorant motive, do

So