Ourselves alone: I'll write it; follow me.

[Exeunt ANTONY and AMB. Eno. Yes, like enough, high-battled Caesar will Unstate his happiness, and be, stag'd to the show, Against a sworder. I see, men's judgements are A parcel of their fortunes; and things ontward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will Answer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast subdu'd His judgement too.

Enter an Attendant.

Att. A messenger from Caesar.
Cleo, What, no more ceremony?

women!

gainst the blown rose may they stop their nose, That knell'd unto the buds. Admit him, Sir.

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Eno. Mine honesty, and I, begin to to square.

[Aside.

The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Our faith mere folly: - Yet, be, that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen lord,

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Enter THYREUS.

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Thyr. Ilear it apartil Chea None but friends; say boldly. Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony. Eno He needs as many, Sir, as Caesar has; Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master Will leap to be his friend: For us, you know, Whose he is, we aretand that's, Caesar's

Thyr. So.

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Thus then, thou most renown'd; Caesar entreats,
Not to consider in what case thou standstad
Further than he is Caesar.

Cleo Go on: Right royal.

Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him of

Cleo. O!

Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he

Does pity, as constrained bleinishes,

Not as deserv'd.

Cleo. He is a God, and knows
What is most right: Mine honour was not yielded,

But conquer'd merely.

Eno. To be sure of that,

I will ask Antony.

Aside.

Sir, Sir, thou'rt so leaky,

That we must leave thee to thy siuking, for
Thy dearest quit thee.

[Exit ENOBARBUS.

Thyr. Shall I say to Caesar
What you require of him? for he partly begs
To be desir'd to give. It much would please him
That of his fortunes you should make a a staff
To lean upon: but it would warin his spirits,
To hear from me had left Antony,
And put yourself under his shrowd,

The universal landlord.

had

Cleo. What's your name?
Thyr. My name is Thyreus.

Cleo. Most kind inessengen, y
Say to great Caesar this, In disputation T
I kiss his conquring hand: tell him, Iam prompt
To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel:
Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear
The doom of Egypti

Thyr. 'Tis your noblest course. sal lliw Wisdom and fortune combating together, delw

If that the fornier dare but what it can
No chance may shake it Give me grace to lay
My duty on your hand! enl f

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Ant. Favour's, by Jove that thunders!

What art thou, fellow?

Thyr. One, that but performs

The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest To have comnsand obey'd.

Eno. You

You will be whipp'd.

Ant. Approach, there: Ay, you

kite!

Now Gods and devils!

Authority melts from me: Of late, when I cry'd,

Like boys unto a muss, Kings would start forth, And day, Your will? Have you

cry,

no ears?

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Antony yet. Fake hence this Jack, and whip him. Eno. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp,

Than with an old one dying.

Ants Moon andi distarstedt wollen

find them (What's her

That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find
So saucy with the land of she here,

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Since she was Cleopatra?) Whip him, Yellow Tilly like a boy, you see him cringe his face, And whine aloud for mercy: Take him hence. 10

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Ant. Tug him away: being whi
Bring him a again:
Bear us an errand to him

This Jack of Caesar's shall M

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You were half blasted ere I knew you!Had
Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome, i A
Foreborne the getting of a lawful race,

And by a gem of women, to be abus'dЯ
By one that looks on feeders?

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Cleo. Good my Lord,

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Ant. You have been a boggler ever:-
But when we in our viciousness grow hard, Yo
(O misery on't! the wise Gods seel our eyes;
In our own filth drop our clear julgements; ma-

qeke is

Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut
To our confusion.

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Cleo. O, is it come to this last prirodo
Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon adid
Dead Caesar's trencher: nay, you were a a fragment
Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what, hotter hours,
Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have

Luxuriously pick'd out
For, I am sure,
Though you cau guess what temperance should be
You know not what it isquizslq ved pil cond
Cleo. Wherefore is this and bio us diy uslT
Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards,
And say, God quit you be fan diar withd qid W
My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal,
And plighter of high hearts! that I were T
Upon the hill of Basan to outro
The horned herd! for I have sav
And to proclaim it civillys we
A halter'd neck, which does the
For being yare about him,

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Re-enter Attendants, with THYREUS.

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

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sorry

To follow Caesar in his triumph, since

Thou hast been whipp'd for following him; hence

forth,

'The white hand of a lady fever thee,

Shake thou to look on't. Get thee back to

ara Gaesar,

Tell him thy entertainment: Look, thou say,
He makes me angry with him: for he seems
Proud and disdainful; harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was: He makes me angry;
And at this tinie most easy 'tis
When my good stars, that were my former guides,
Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
Into the abism of hell. If he mislike
My speech, and what is is done; teil e; teil hi

to do't;

him,

he has

Hipparchus, my enfranchis'd bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or bang, or torture,

As he shall like, to quit me: Urge it thou:

Hence with thy stripes, begone.

Cleo. Have you dope, yet?

Ant. Alack, our terrene moon

[Exit TRYREUS.

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Is now eclips'd; and it portends alone

The fall of Antony!הציי

Cleo. I must stay his time.

Ant. To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes

With one that ties his points ?

Cleo. Not know me yet?,

Ant. Cold-hearted toward me?

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