Cleo. That head, my lord? Ant. To him again; Tell him, he wears the rose Of youth upon him; from which, the world should note Something particular: his coin, ships, legions, May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail As i'the command of Cæsar: I dare him therefore And answer me declin'd, sword against sword, [Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS. Enter an Attendant. Att. A messenger from Cæsar. Cleo. What, no more ceremony?-See, my women !Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, That kneel'd unto the buds.-Admit him, sir. Eno. Mine honesty, and I, begin to square. [Aside. The loyalty, well held to fools, does make 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. 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. Thyr. So. Thus then, thou most renown'd; Cæsar entreats, As Cleo. Go on: Right royal. Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony you did love, but as you fear'd him. Cleo. O! Thyr. 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, I will ask Antony.-Sir, sir, thou'rt so leaky, [Aside. [Exit ENOBARBUS. That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for Thy dearest quit thee. Thyr. 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 The universal landlord. Cleo. What's your name? Thyr. My name is Thyreus. Say to great Cæsar this; In disputation I kiss his conqu'ring hand: tell him, I am prompt Thyr. 'Tis your noblest course. Wisdom and fortune combating together, If that the former dare but what it can, Cleo. Your Cæsar's father Oft, when he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in, Re-enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUS. Ant. Favours, by Jove that thunders !What art thou, fellow ? Thyr. 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 god's and devils! Authority melts from me: Of late, when I cry'd, ho! Enter Attendants. Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him. Than with an old one dying. Ant. Moon and stars! Whip him :-Wer't twenty of the greatest tributaries Ant. Tug him away: being whipp'd, Bring him again :-This Jack of Cæsar's shall [Exeunt Attend. with THYREUS. You were half blasted ere I knew you:-Ha! Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome, And by a gem of women, to be abus'd By one that looks on feeders? Cleo. Good my lord, Ant. You have been a boggler ever :- In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us 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 vulgar fame, you have Luxuriously pick'd out:-For, I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, Cleo. Wherefore is this? Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, The horned herd! for I have savage cause; A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank Re-enter Attendants, with THYREUS. 1st Att. Soundly, my lord. Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd he pardon? 1st 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 : henceforth, Shake thee to look on't.-Get thee back to Cæsar, |