Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: henceforth, Shake thou to look on't!-Get thee back to Cæsar, He makes me angry with him: for he seems Cleo. Have you done yet? Ant. Alack, our terrene moon Is now eclips'd; and it portends alone The fall of Antony! Cleo. I must stay his time. [Exit Thyreus. Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points? Cleo. Not know me yet? Ant. Cold-hearted toward me? Cleo. Ah, dear, if I be so, From my cold heart let heaven engender hail, And poison it in the source; and the first stone Till, by degrees, the memory of my womb, Ant. I am satisfied. Cæsar sits down in Alexandria; where I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning most sea-like. Where hast thou been, my heart?-Dost thou hear, lady? If from the field I shall return once more To kifs these lips, I will appear in blood; I and my sword will earn our chronicle; Cleo. That's my brave lord! Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd, Cleo. It is my birth-day: I had thought, to have held it poor; but, since my lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra. Ant. We'll yet do well. Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord. Ant. 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. Restores his heart: When valour preys on reason, [Exit. ACT IV SCENE I CÆSAR'S CAMP AT ALEXANDRIA. Enter Casar, reading a letter; Agrippa, Mecanas, and others. Cas. He calls me boy; and chides, as he had To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger power He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat, I have many other ways to die; mean time, Mec. Cæsar must think, When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted Cæs. Let our best heads Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles [Exeunt. SCENE II ALEXANDRIA. A ROOM IN THE PALACE. Enter Antony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, and others. Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius. Eno. No. Ant. Why should he not? Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, He is twenty men to one. Ant. To-morrow, soldier, By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live, Or bathe my dying honour in the blood Shall make it live again. Wo'n't thou fight well? Eno. I'll strike; and cry, Take all. Ant. Well said; come on. Call forth my household servants; let's to-night Enter Servants. Be bounteous at our meal.—Give me thy hand, well, And kings have been your fellows. |