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Cæs. You are too indulgent: Let us grant it is not
Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit
And keep the turn of tippling with a slave;
To reel ihe streets at noon, and stand the buffet
With knaves that smell of sweat: say, this becomes
(As his

composure must be rare indeed,
Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must

No way excuse his soils, when we do bear
So great weight in his lightness.* If he fill'd
His vacancy with his voluptuousness,
Full surseits, and the dryness of his bones,
Call on himt for’t: but, to confoundt such time,
That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud
As his own state, and ours, — tis to be chid
As we rate boys; who, being mature in knowledge,
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
And so rebel to judgment.
Leave thy lascivious wassals. When thou once
Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st
Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel
Did same follow; whom thou sought'st against,
Though daintily brought up, with patience more
Than savages could suffer: Thou didst drink
The stale || of horses, and the gilded puddle
Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did
The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps
It is reported, thou did'st eat strange flesh,
Which some did die to look on: and all this
(It wounds thine honour, that I speak it now,)
Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
So much as lank'd not.

* Levity. † Visit him. * Consume.
§ Feastings: in the old copy it is vaissailes, i. e. vassals.

T Stagnant, slimy water.





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ANTONY. o Charmian, Where thinkst thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou

mor'st? The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonet* of men.-He's speaking now, Or murmuring Where's my serpent of Old Nile? For so he calls me: Now I seed myself With most delicious poison :--Think on me, That am with Phæbus' amorous pinches black, And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Cesar, When thou wast here above the ground, I was A niorsel for a monarch: and great Pompey Would stand, and make his eyes grow in my brow: There would he anchor his aspect, and die With his looking on his life.

ACT II. THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES. We, ignorant of ourselves, Begin osten our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit, By losing of our prayers. DESCRIPTION OF CLEOPATRA SAILING DOWN THE

CYDNUS. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on ihe 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 The water which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description: she did lie

* A Helmet.

In her pavilion, (cloth of gold, of tissue,)
O’er picturing that Venus, where we see,
The fancy out-work nature: on each side her
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,
With diverse-coloured fans, whose wind did seem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid, did.*

0, rare for Antony.
Eno. lier gentlewoman, like the Nereides,
So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes,
Aud made their bends adornings. at the helm
A seeming mermaid steers; the silken tackle
Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands,
That yearly framef the office. From the barge
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
Oi the adjacent wharfs. The city cast
Her people out upon her; and Antony,
Enthron'd in the market-place, did sit alone,
Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in nature.

CLEOPATRA'S INFINITE POWER IN PLEASING. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: Other women Cloy the appetites they feed; but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her; that the holy priests Bless her, when she's riggish. I


Enter CleopatrA, CharmiAN, Íras, and ALEXAS

Cleo. Give me some music, music, moody foud
Or us that trade in love.

The music, ho!
Cleo. Let it alone; let us to billiards:
Come, Charmian.

Char. My arm is sore, best play with Mardian.

Cleo. As well a woman with an eunucn play'd As with a woman:--Come you'll play with me, sir:

* Added to the warmth they were intended to diminish + Readily perform.' I Wanton. $ Melancholy.


Mar. As well as I can, madam,
Cleo. And when good will is show'd, though it

come too short,
The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:-
Give me mine angle,- We'll to the river: there,
My music playing far off, I will betray
Tawny finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce
Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up,
I'll think them every one an Antony,
And say, Ah! ah! you're caught.

'Twas merry, when
You wager'd on your angling; when your diver
Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he
With fervency drew up.

That time!-0 times!
I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night
I laugh'd him into patience; and next morn,
Ere ihe ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed;
T'hen put my tires* and mantles on him, whilst
I wore his sword Philippan.


O Silius, Silius, I have done enough: A lower place, note well, May make too great an act: For learn this, Silius; Better leave undone, than by our deed acquire Too high a same, when him we serve's away. WHAT OCTAVIA'S ENTRANCE SHOULD HAVE BEEN. Why have


stol'n upon us thus? You come not Like Cesar's sister: The wise of Antony Should have an army for an usher, and The neighs of horse to tell of her approach, Long ere she did appear; the trees by the way, Should have burne men; and expectation sainted, Longing for what it had not: nay the dust Should have ascended to the roof of heaven, Rais'd by your populous troops: But you are come A market-maid to Rome: and have prevented

• Head-dres.

The ostent* of our love, which, left unshown
Is often lett unlor'd: we should have met you
Bv sea, and land; supplying every stage
With an augmented greeting.


Women are not, In their best fortunes, strong; but want will perjuro The ne'er touch'd vestal.


I see men's judgments are
A parcelt of their fortunes: and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after then,
To suffer all alike.


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

Wisdom and fortune combating together,
Ir that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it.

VICIOUS PERSONS INFATUATED BY HEAVEN Good, my lord,Bint when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't!) the wise gods sealş our eyes; in our own filth, drop our clear judginents, make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion.

Now he'll out-stare the lightning. To be furious,
Is to be frighted out of fear: and in that moou,
The dove will peck the estridge;ll and I see still,
A diminution in our captain's brain
Restore his heart: When valour preys on reason,
It eats the sword it fights with.

* Show, token. † Are of a piece with them.
4 Quarrel
§ Close up.

I Ostriche

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