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For what good turn?
Mess. Good madam, patience.
What say you?-Hence, [Strikes him again.
Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes
I, that do bring the news, made not the match.
Cleo. Say, 'tis not so, a province I will give thee, And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst Shall make thy peace, for moving me to rage; And I will boot thee with what gift beside Thy modesty can beg.
He's married, madam. Cleo. Rogue, thou hast liv'd too long.
[Draws a dagger.
Mess. Nay, then I'll run :— What mean you, madam? I have made no fault.
[Exit. Char. Good madam, keep yourself within your. self;
The man is innocent.
Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures
A meaner than myself; since I myself
Though it be honest, it is never good
To bring bad news: Give to a gracious message
I have done my duty.
Cleo. Is he married?
I cannot hate thee worser than I do,
"He is married, madam. Cleo. The gods confound thee! dost thou hold there still?
Mess. Should I lie, madam?
O, I would, thou didst;
He is married? Mess. Take no offence, that I would not offend you:
To punish me for what you make me do,
Seems much unequal: He is married to Octavia. Cleo. O, that his faults should make a knave of thee,
That art not!-What? thou'rt sure of't?- Get thee hence:
The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome,
Are all too dear for me; Lie they upon thy hand,
• Whelmed under water.
Char. Many times, madam.
I am paid for't now.
Lead me from hence.
I faint; O Iras, Charmian,-"Tis no matter:-
Report the feature of Octavia, her years,
Let him for ever go :-Let him not-Charmian,
[To Mardian. Bring me word, how tall she is.-Pity me, Charmian, But do not speak to me.-Lead me to my chamber. [Exeunt.
Enter Pompey and Menas, at one side, with drum and trumpet: at another, Cæsar, Lepidus, Antony, Enobarbus, Mæcenas, with Soldiers marching.
Pom. Your hostages I have, so have you mine; And we shall talk before we fight.
That first we come to words; and therefore have we
Which if thou hast considered, let us know
Chief factors for the gods,-I do not know,
Take your time.
Ant. Thou can'st not feart us, Pompey, with thy sails,
We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st How much we do o'er-count thee.
At land, indeed, Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house: But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself, Remain in't as thou may'st.
Lep. Be pleas'd to tell us, (For this is from the present t), how you take The offers we have sent you.
There's the point. Ant. Which do not be entreated to, but weigh What it is worth embrac'd.
And what may follow,
To try a larger fortune.
You have made me offer
§ Target, shield.
Cæs. Ant. Lep. That's our offer.
I came before you here, a man prepar'd
Ant. I have heard it, Pompey; And am well studied for a liberal thanks, Which I do owe you.
Pom. Let me have your hand: I did not think, sir, to have met you here. Ant. The beds i'the east are soft; and thanks to
That call'd me, timelier than my purpose, hither; For I have gain'd by it.
There is a change upon you.
Since I saw you last,
Well, I know not
What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face;
Well met here.
Pom. I hope so, Lepidus.-Thus we are agreed: I crave, our composition may be written, And seal'd between us.
That's the next to do. Pom. We'll feast each other, ere we part; and let
Draw lots who shall begin.
That will I, Pompey. Pom. No, Antony, take the lot: but, first, Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
Shall have the fame. I have heard, that Julius
• Scores, marks.