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0, bless my brother! Husband win, win brother,
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 1.
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.
The same. Another room in the same.
Enter Enobarbus and Eros, meeting.
Eno. How now, friend Eros?
Eros. Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.
+ Cement, close.
Eno. This is old; What is the success?
Eros. Cæsar, baving made use of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivalityt; would not let him partake in the glory of the action: and pot resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal ), seizes him: So the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confide. Eno. Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no
more; And throw between them all the food thou hast, They'll grind the one the other. Where's Antony? Eros. He's walking in the garden-thus; and
spurns The rush that lies before him; cries, Fool, Lepidus! And threats the throat of that his officer, That murder'd Pompey. Eno.
Our great navy's rigged. Eros. For Italy, and Cæsar. More, Domitius; My lord desires you presently: my news I might have told hereafter. Eno.
'Twill be naught: But let it be.—Bring me to Antony. Eros. Come, sir.
Rome. A room in Cæsar's house.
Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, and Mæcenas. Cæs. Contemping Rome, he has done all this :
And more ;
In Alexandria,-here's the manner of it,
• What follows.
tį. e. Lepidus.
I'the market-place, on a tribunal silver'd,
This in the publick eye?
cise. His sons he there proclaim'd, The kings of kings: Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia, He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy be assign'd Syria, Cilicia, and Phænicia : She In the habiliments of the goddess Isis That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience, As 'tis reported, so. Miec,
Let Rome be thus Inform'd.
Agr. Who, queasy* with his insolence Already, will their good thoughts call from him.
Cæs. The people know it; and have now receiv'd
Whom does he accuse?
Sir, this should be answer'd.
• Sick, disgusted.
And did deserve his change; for what I have con.
grant him part; but then, in his Armenia,
He'll never yield to that.
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
cause. Ces. Why have you stoln upon us thus? You
Good my lord,
* Sick, disgusted,
Which soon he granted,
Oct. Do not say so, my lord.
I have eyes upon him,
My lord, in Athens.
Ah me, most wretched,