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 ftudied, not a prefent thought,
By duty ruminated.

Ant. Will Cæfar speak?

Caf. Not 'till he hears how Antony is touch'd With what is fpoke already.

Ant. What power is in Agrippa, If I would fay, Agrippa, be it fo, To make this good?

Caf. The power of Cæfar, and His power unto Octavia.

Ant. May I never

To this good purpose, that fo fairly fhews,
Dream of impediment!-Let me have thy hand:
Further this act of grace; and, from this hour,
The heart of brothers govern in our loves,

And fway our great defigns!

Caf. There is my hand.

A fifter I bequeath you, whom no brother
Did ever love fo dearly: Let her live

To join our kingdoms, and our hearts; and never
Fly off our loves again!

Lep. Happily, amen!

Ant. I did not think to draw my fword 'gainst Pompey;

For he hath laid ftrange courtefies, and great,

Of late upon me: I must thank him only,

Left my remembrance fuffer ill report;

At heel of that, defy him.

Lep. Time calls upon us :

Of us must Pompey presently be fought,
Or else he feeks out us.

Ant. Where lies he?

Caf.

Caf. About the mount Mifenum.

Ant. What is his strength by land?

Caf. Great, and increafing: but by fea He is an abfolute master.

Ant. So is the fame.

'Would, we had spoke together! Haste we for it
Yet, ere we put ourselves in arms, dispatch we
The bufinefs we have talk'd of.

Cef. With most gladness;
And do invite you to my fifter's view,
Whither straight I will lead you.
Ant. Let us, Lepidus,

Not lack your company.
Lep. Noble Antony,

Not fickness fhould detain me.

[Flourish. Exeunt CES. ANT. and LEP.

Met. Welcome, from Egypt, fir.

Eno. Half the heart of Cæfar, worthy Mecænas!-my honourable friend, Agrippa!-Agr. Good Enobarbus!

Mec. We have caufe to be glad, that matters are Lo well digefted. You ftay'd well by it in Egypt. Eno. Ay, fir; we did fleep day out of countenance, and made the night light with drinking.

Mec. Eight wild boars roafted whole at breakfast, and but twelve perfons there; Is this true?

Eno. This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had much more monftrous matter of feaft, which worthily deferved noting.

Mec. She's a moft triumphant lady, if report be fquare to her.

Eno. When the firft met Mark Antony, fhe purfed up his heart, upon the river of Cydnus.

Agr

Agr. There the appear'd indeed; or my reporter

devis'd well for her.

Eno. I will tell

you:

The barge fhe fat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the fails, and fo perfum'd, that

The winds were love-fick with them: the oars were filver;

Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water, which they beat, to follow fafter,
As amorous of their ftrokes. For her own person,
It beggar'd all defcription: fhe did lie

In her pavilion (cloth of gold, of tiffue),
O'er-picturing that Venus, where we fee
The fancy out-work nature: on each side her,
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like fmiling Cupids,
With diverfe-colour'd fans, whofe wind did feem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid, did.

Agr. O, rare for Antony!

Eno. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides,
So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes,
And made their bends adornings: at the helm
A feeming mermaid fteers; the filken tackle
Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands,
That yarely frame the office. From the barge
A ftrange invifible perfume hits the fenfe.
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast
Her people out upon her: and Antony,
Enthron'd i' the market-place, did fit alone,
Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in nature.

Agr. Rare Egyptian!

Eno.

Caf. About the mount Mifenum.

Ant. What is his strength by land?

Caf. Great, and increasing: but by fea He is an abfolute master.

Ant. So is the fame.

'Would, we had spoke together! Hafte we for it
Yet, ere we put ourselves in arms, dispatch we
The bufinefs we have talk'd of.

Cef. With most gladness;
And do invite you to my fifter's view,
Whither ftraight I will lead you.
Ant. Let us, Lepidus,

Not lack your company.
Lep. Noble Antony,

Not fickness fhould detain me.

[Flourish. Exeunt CES. ANT. and LEP,

Mec. Welcome, from Egypt, fir.

Eno. Half the heart of Cæfar, worthy Mecenas!my honourable friend, Agrippa!Agr. Good Enobarbus!

Mec. We have caufe to be glad, that matters are Lo well digefted. You ftay'd well by it in Egypt. Eno. Ay, fir; we did fleep day out of countenance, and made the night light with drinking.

Mec. Eight wild boars roafted whole at breakfast, and but twelve perfons there; Is this true?

Eno. This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had much more monftrous matter of feast, which worthily deferved noting.

Mec. She's a moft triumphant lady, if report be fquare to her.

Eno. When the firft met Mark Antony, fhe purfed up his heart, upon the river of Cydnus.

Agr

Agr. There the appear'd indeed; or my reporter devis'd well for her.

Eno. I will tell you:

The barge fhe fat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the fails, and fo perfum'd, that

The winds were love-fick with them: the oars were filver;

Which to the tune of flutes kept ftroke, and made
The water, which they beat, to follow faster,
As amorous of their ftrokes. For her own person,
It beggar'd all defcription: fhe did lie

In her pavilion (cloth of gold, of tiffue),
O'er-picturing that Venus, where we fee

The fancy out-work nature: on each side her,
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like fmiling Cupids,
With diverfe-colour'd fans, whose wind did feem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid, did.

Agr. O, rare for Antony!

Eno. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides,
So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes,
And made their bends adornings: at the helm
A feeming mermaid fteers; the filken tackle
Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands,
That yarely frame the office. From the barge
A ftrange invifible perfume hits the fenfe
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city caft
Her people out upon her: and Antony,
Enthron'd i' the market-place, did fit alone,
Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in nature.

Agr. Rare Egyptian!

Eno.