For what good turn?

Mess. For the best turn i' the bed.


I am pale, Charmian.

Mess. Madam, he's married to Octavia.

Cleo. The most infectious pestilence upon thee!

Mess. Good madam, patience.


[Strikes him down.

What say you?-Hence,

[Strikes him again.

Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes
Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head;

[She hales him up and down.

Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in ling'ring pickle.


Gracious madam,

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.


Cleo. Rogue, thou hast liv'd too long.


He's married, madam.

[Draws a dagger.

Nay, then I'll run :


What mean you, madam? I have made no fault.

Char. Good madam, keep yourself within your.


The man is innocent.

Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunder.


Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures
Turn all to serpents !-Call the slave again;
Though I am mad, I will not bite him :-Call.
Char. He is afeard to come.


I will not hurt him :

These hands do lack nobility, that they strike

• Recompense.

A meaner than myself; since I myself

Have given myself the cause.-Come hither, sir.

Re-enter Messenger.

Though it be honest, it is never good

To bring bad news: Give to a gracious message

An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell
Themselves, when they be felt.


Cleo. Is he married?

I have done my duty.

I cannot hate thee worser than I do,

If thou again say, Yes..


He is married, madam.

Cleo. The gods confound thee! dost thou hold

there still?

Mess. Should I lie, madam?

O, I would, thou didst;

Cleo. So half my Egypt were submerg'd*, and made A cistern for scal'd snakes! Go, get thee hence; Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me Thou would'st appear most ugly. He is married? Mess. I crave your highness' pardon.


He is married? Mess. Take no offence, that I would not offend


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


Are all too dear for me; Lie they upon thy hand, And be undone by 'em!


[Exit Messenger. Good your highness, patience. Cleo. In praising Antony, I have disprais'd Cæsar.

• Whelmed under water.

I am paid for't now.

Char. Many times, madam.


Lead me from hence.

I faint; O Iras, Charmian,-'Tis no matter:

Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him
Report the feature of Octavia, her years,
Her inclination, let him not leave out
The colour of her hair:-bring me word quickly.-
[Exit Alexas.
Let him for ever go :-Let him not-Charmian,
Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
T'other way he's a Mars:-Bid you Alexas

[To Mardian. Bring me word, how tall she is.-Pity me, Charmian, But do not speak to me.-Lead me to my chamber. [Excunt.


Near Misenum.

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.

Most meet,

Cas. That first we come to words; and therefore have we

Our written purposes before us sent;

Which if thou hast considered, let us know
If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword;
And carry back to Sicily much tallt youth
That else must perish here.


To you all three,

The senators alone of this great world,

* Beauty.

↑ Brave.

What was it,

Chief factors for the gods,-I do not know,
Wherefore my father should revengers want,
Having a son, and friends; since Julius Cæsar,
Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted*,
There saw you labouring for him.
That mov'd pale Cassius to conspire? And what
Made the all-honour'd, honest, Roman Brutus,
With the arm'd rest, courtiers of beauteous freedom,
To drench the Capitol; but that they would
Have one man but a man? And that is it,
Hath made me rig my navy; at whose burden
The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant
To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Rome
Cast on my noble father.


Take your time.

Ant. Thou can'st not fear t us, Pompey, with thy


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.

Be pleas'd to tell us,

Lep. (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.


To try a larger fortune.


And what may follow,

You have made me offer

Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must

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Rid all the sea of pirates; then, to send

Measures of wheat to Rome: This 'greed upon,
To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back
Our targes undinted.

* Haunted.

+ Affright.

Present subject.

§ Target, shield.

Cæs. Ant. Lep. That's our offer.


Know then,

I came before you here, a man prepar'd
To take this offer: But Mark Antony
Put me to some impatience:-Though I lose
The praise of it by telling, You must know,
When Cæsar and your brothers were at blows,
Your mother came to Sicily, and did find
Her welcome friendly.


I have heard it, Pompey;

And am well studied for a liberal thanks,
Which I do owe you.


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;

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What counts* harsh fortune casts upon my face;

But in my bosom shall she never come,

To make my heart her vassal.


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


Grew fat with feasting there.

* Scores, marks.

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