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Eno., Yes, like enough, high-battled Cæsar will Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd to the show, Against a sworder.--I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; 9 and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them,

y alter them, i To suffer all alike. That he should dream, i Knowing all measures, the full Cæsar will Answer his emptiness !-Cæsar, thou hast subdu'd His judgment too.

Enter an Attendant.
Att.

A méssenger from Cæsar. .
Cleo. What, no more ceremony?-See, my

women! . '
Against the blown rose may they stop their nose,
That kneeld unto the buds.-Admit him, sir.
Eno. Mine honesty, and I, begin to square.?

[Aside.
The loyalty, well held to fools, does make
Our faith mere folly:-Yet, he, that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fallen lord,
Does conquer him that did his master conquer,
And earns a place i' the story.

Enter THYREUS.
Cleo.

Cæsar's will?
Thyr. Hear it apart.
Cleo. None but friends; say boldly.

that superiority which the comparison of our different fortunes may exhibit to him, but to answer me man to man, in this decline of my age or power. Johnson. i's be stag'd to the show,] that is, exhibited, like conflicting gladiators, to the publick gaze. 6

are A parcel of their fortunes ;] i. e, as we should say at present, are of a piece with them.

to square.] i. e, to quarrel.

Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony.

Eno. He needs as many, sir, as Cæsar has; Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master Will leap to be his friend: For us, you know, Whose he is, we are; and that's, Cæsar's. Thur.

So. Thus then, thou most renown'd; Cæsar entreats, Not to consider in what case thou stand'st, Further than he is Cæsar. Cleo.

Go on: Right royal. Thur. He knows, that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him. Cleo.

O! Thur. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he Does pity, as constrained blemishes, 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, [Aside. I will ask Antony.-Sir, sir, thou’rt so leaky, · That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for Thy dearest quit thee.

Exii ENOBATIBUS,

Shall I say to Cæsar
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 staff
To lean upon: but it would warın his spirits,
To hear from me you had left Antony, .
And put yourself under his shrowd,
The universal landlord.
· Cleo. ...! What's your name?

Thyr. My name is Thyreus.
Clco.

Most kind messenger,
Say to great Cæsar this, In disputation
I kiss his conqu’ring hand: tell him, I am prompt
To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel!

Thyr.

Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear
The dooin of Egypt.
Thyr.

'Tis your noblest course.
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your hand..
Cleo.

Your Cæsar's father.
Oft, when he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in,
Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
As it rain'd kisses,

Thyr.

Re-enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUB.
Ant. Favours, by Jove that thunders!
What art thou, fellow?

. One, that but performs
The bidding of the fullest man,' and worthiest
To have command obey'd.
Eno.

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, ho
Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth,
And cry, Your will? Have you no ears? I am

Enter Attendants.
Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him.

Eno. Tis better playing with a lion's whelp,
Than with an old one dying.
Ant.

Moon and stars! Whiphim :-Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries,

& Tell him, from his all-obeying breath, &c.] All-obeying breath is, in Shakspeare's language, breath which all obey. Obeying for súeyed. So, inexpressive for inexpressible, delighted for delighting, &c.

Give me gruce-] Grant me the favour. I the fullest man,] The most complete, and perfect, 2 Like boys unto a muss,] i, e, a scramble.

That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I find them
So saucy with the hand of she here, (What's her

name,
Since she was Cleopatra ?)-Whip him, fellows,
Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face,
And whine aloud for mercy: Take him hence.

Thyr. Mark Antony,
Ant.

Tug him away: being whipp'd,
Bring him again:- This Jack of Cæsar's shall
Bear us an errand to him.-

[Exeunt Attend. with THYREUS.
You were half blasted ere I knew you:-Ha!
Have I my pillow left unpressd in Rome,
Forborne the getting of a lawful race, ·
And by a gem of women,s to be abus'd
By one that looks on feeders ?* :
Cleo.

Good my lord, -
Ant. You have been a boggler ever:
But when we in our viciousness grow hard,
(O misery on't!) the wise gods seel our eyes;
In our' own filth drop our clear judgments; make us
Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut
To our confusion.
Cleo.

O, is it come to this?
' Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon
Dead Cæsar's trencher: nay, you were a fragment
Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours,
Unregister'd in yulgar fame, you have
Luxuriously pick'd out:-For, I am sure,
Though you can guess what temperance should be,

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- a gem of women,] beautiful horses, rich garments, &c. in Chapman's translations, are frequently spoken of as gems. • A jewel of a man,” is a phrase still in use among the vulgar.

* By one that looks on feeders?] A feeder, or an eater, was anciently the term of reproach for a servant. One who looks on feeders, is one who throws away her regard on servants, such as Antony would represent Thyreus to be.

Luxuriously pick'd out :) Luxurivusly means wantonly.

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 playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal,
And plighter of high hearts !-0, that I were
Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar
The horned herd !0 for I have savage cause;
And to proclaim it civilly, were like
A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank :
For being yare about him. Is he whipp'd?

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Re-enter Attendants, with THYREUS. 1 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 sorry' To follow Cæsar 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 Cæsar, 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 time most easy 'tis to do't; 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 done; tell him, he has Hipparchus, my enfranchis'd bondman, whorn

6 The horned herd !] It is not without pity and indignation that the reader of this great poet meets so ofien with this low jest, which is too much a favourite to be left out of either mirth or fury:

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