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O, bless my brother! Husband win, win brother,
Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks
Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested,
Shall stain your brother; Make your soonest haste; So your desires are yours.
Thanks to my lord. The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak, Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be As if the world should cleave, and that slain men Should soldert up the rift.
Ant. When it appears to you where this begins, Turn your displeasure that way; for our faults Can never be so equal, that your love Can equally move with them. Provide your going; Choose your own company, and command what cost Your heart has mind to. [Exeunt.
The same. Another room in the same.
Enter Enobarbus and Eros, meeting.
Eno. How now, friend Eros?
Eros. There's strange news come, sir.
Eros. Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.
* Disgrace. + Cement, close. + Opening.
Eno. This is old; What is the success*?
Eros. Cæsar, having made use of himt in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality; would not let him partake in the glory of the action: and not resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal ý, seizes him: So the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.
Eno. Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more;
And throw between them all the food thou hast,
The rush that lies before him; cries, Fool, Lepidus!
Our great navy's rigged.
'Twill be naught:
Rome. A room in Cæsar's house.
Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, and Mæcenas.
Cæs. Contemning Rome, he has done all this: And more; In Alexandria,-here's the manner of it,
ti. e. Lepidus.
I' the market-place, on a tribunal silver'd,
This in the publick eye? Cas. I' the common show-place, where they exercise.
His sons he there proclaim'd, The kings of kings: Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia,
He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd
In the habiliments of the goddess Isis
That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience, As 'tis reported, so.
Let Rome be thus
Agr. Who, queasy with his insolence Already, will their good thoughts call from him. Cas. The people know it; and have now receiv'd His accusations.
Whom does he accuse?
Cæs. Cæsar: and that, having in Sicily
Should be depos'd; and, being, that we detain
Sir, this should be answer'd. Caes. 'Tis done already, and the messenger gone. I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel; That he his high authority abus'd,
And did deserve his change; for what I have con
I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia,
He'll never yield to that. Cæs. Nor must not then be yielded to in this.
Oct. Hail, Cæsar, and my lord! hail, most dear Cæsar!
Cæs. That ever I should call thee, cast-away! Oct. You have not call'd me so, nor have you
Cas. Why have you stol'n upon us thus? You come not
Like Cæsar's sister: The wife of Antony
A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented
* Sick, disgusted.
I have eyes upon him,
Which soon he granted,
My lord, in Athens.
Cas. No, my most wronged sister; Cleopatra Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire Up to a whore; who now are levying
The kings o'the earth for war: He hath assembled
Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas:
Oct. Ah me, most wretched, That have my heart parted betwixt two friends, That do, afflict each other!
Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome:
Of us, and those that love you. Best of comfort;
Mac. Welcome, dear madam,
Each heart in Rome does love and pity you: