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Yet I have fierce affections, and think, What Venus did with Mars.
O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
SCENE II. - Rome.
A Room in the House of Did urge me in his act: I did enquire it; Lepidus.
And have my learning from some true reports,
Not so, not so ;
I know you could not lack, I am certain on't,
Eno. 'Would we had all such wives, that the men might go to wars with the women!
Ant. So much uncurable, her garboils, Cæsar, Made out of her impatience, (which not wanted Shrewdness of policy too,) I grieving grant, Did you too much disquiet: for that, you must But say, I could not help it.
I wrote to you, When rioting in Alexandria; you Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts Did gibe my missive out of audience.
He fell upon me, ere admitted; then
You have broken The article of your oath; which you shall never Have tongue to charge me with.
Ant. No, Lepidus, let him speak;
The honour's sacred which he talks on now,
Caes. To lend me arms, and aid, when I requir'd them; The which you both denied.
And then, when poison'd hours had bound me up
As nearly as I may, but mine honesty
From mine own knowledge.
'Tis nobly spoken.
Mec. If it might please you, to enforce no further The griefs between ye: to forget them quite, Were to remember that the present need Speaks to atone you. Lep. Worthily spoke, Mecænas. Eno. Or, if you borrow one another's love for the instant, you may, when you hear no more words of Pompey, return it again: you shall have time to wrangle in, when you have nothing else to do.
Ant. Thou art a soldier only; speak no more. Eno. That truth should be silent, I had almost forgot.
Ant. You wrong this presence, therefore speak
Say not so, Agrippa;
If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof
Ant. I am not married, Cæsar: let me hear Agrippa further speak.
Agr. To hold you in perpetual amity, To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts With an unslipping knot, take Antony Octavia to his wife: whose beauty claims No worse a husband than the best of men; Whose virtue, and whose general graces, speak That which none else can utter. By this marriage, All little jealousies, which now seem great, And all great fears, which now import their dangers, Would then be nothing: truths would be but tales, Where now half tales be truths: her love to both, Would, each to other, and all loves to both, Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke: For 'tis a studied, not a present thought, By duty ruminated.
Will Cæsar speak? Cas. Not till he hears how Antony is touch'd With what is spoke already.
What power is in Agrippa, If I would say, Agrippa, be it so, To make this good?
The power of Cæsar, and
His power unto Octavia.
[Flourish. Exeunt CESAR, ANT. and LEPIDUS. Mec. Welcome from Egypt, sir.
Eno. Half the heart of Caesar, worthy Mecenas! - my honourable friend, Agrippa! –
Agr. Good Enobarbus!
Mec. We have cause to be glad, that matters are well digested. You stay'd well by it in Egypt. Eno. Ay, sir; we did sleep day out of countenance, and made the night light with drinking.
Mec. Eight wild boars roasted whole at a breakfast, and but twelve persons there; Is this true?
Eno. This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had much more monstrous matter of feasts, which worthily deserved noting.
Mec. She's a most triumphant lady, if report be square to her.
Eno. When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed up his heart, upon the river of Cydnus.
Agr. There she appeared indeed; or my reporter devised well for her.
Eno. I will tell you:
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that
The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver;
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
O, rare for Antony!
Eno. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides,
Her people out upon her; and Antony,
Eno. Upon her landing, Antony sent to her, Invited her to supper: she replied,
It should be better, he became her guest;
She made great Cæsar lay his sword to bed; He plough'd her, and she cropp'd.
I saw her once
Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry,
Mec. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is
A blessed lottery to him.
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 follow.
As I conceive the journey, be at mount
Your way is shorter, My purposes do draw me much about; You'll win two days upon me.
Sir, good success! [Exeunt
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and ALEXAS.
The musick, ho!
Cleo. Let it alone; let us to billiards: Come, Charmian.