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He loses hearts. Lepidus flatters both, |
Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves, |
Nor either cares for him. |
MENAS. Caesar and Lepidus |
Are in the field. A mighty strength they carry. |
POMPEY. Where have you this? 'Tis false. |
MENAS. From Silvius, sir. |
POMPEY. He dreams. I know they are in Rome together, |
Looking for Antony. But all the charms of love, |
Salt Cleopatra, soften thy wan'd lip! |
Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both; |
Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts, |
Keep his brain fuming. Epicurean cooks |
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite, |
That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour |
Even till a Lethe'd dullness- |
Enter VARRIUS |
How now, Varrius! |
VARRIUS. This is most certain that I shall deliver: |
Mark Antony is every hour in Rome |
Expected. Since he went from Egypt 'tis |
A space for farther travel. |
POMPEY. I could have given less matter |
A better ear. Menas, I did not think |
This amorous surfeiter would have donn'd his helm |
For such a petty war; his soldiership |
Is twice the other twain. But let us rear |
The higher our opinion, that our stirring |
Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck |
The ne'er-lust-wearied Antony. |
MENAS. I cannot hope |
Caesar and Antony shall well greet together. |
His wife that's dead did trespasses to Caesar; |
His brother warr'd upon him; although, I think, |
Not mov'd by Antony. |
POMPEY. I know not, Menas, |
How lesser enmities may give way to greater. |
Were't not that we stand up against them all, |
'Twere pregnant they should square between themselves; |
For they have entertained cause enough |
To draw their swords. But how the fear of us |
May cement their divisions, and bind up |
The petty difference we yet not know. |
Be't as our gods will have't! It only stands |
Our lives upon to use our strongest hands. |
Come, Menas. Exeunt |
SCENE II. |
Rome. The house of LEPIDUS |
Enter ENOBARBUS and LEPIDUS |
LEPIDUS. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, |
And shall become you well, to entreat your captain |
To soft and gentle speech. |
ENOBARBUS. I shall entreat him |
To answer like himself. If Caesar move him, |
Let Antony look over Caesar's head |
And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter, |
Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard, |
I would not shave't to-day. |
LEPIDUS. 'Tis not a time |
For private stomaching. |
ENOBARBUS. Every time |
Serves for the matter that is then born in't. |
LEPIDUS. But small to greater matters must give way. |
ENOBARBUS. Not if the small come first. |
LEPIDUS. Your speech is passion; |
But pray you stir no embers up. Here comes |
The noble Antony. |
Enter ANTONY and VENTIDIUS |
ENOBARBUS. And yonder, Caesar. |
Enter CAESAR, MAECENAS, and AGRIPPA |
ANTONY. If we compose well here, to Parthia. |
Hark, Ventidius. |
CAESAR. I do not know, Maecenas. Ask Agrippa. |
LEPIDUS. Noble friends, |
That which combin'd us was most great, and let not |
A leaner action rend us. What's amiss, |
May it be gently heard. When we debate |
Our trivial difference loud, we do commit |
Murder in healing wounds. Then, noble partners, |
The rather for I earnestly beseech, |
Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms, |
Nor curstness grow to th' matter. |
ANTONY. 'Tis spoken well. |
Were we before our arinies, and to fight, |
I should do thus. [Flourish] |
CAESAR. Welcome to Rome. |
ANTONY. Thank you. |
CAESAR. Sit. |
ANTONY. Sit, sir. |
CAESAR. Nay, then. [They sit] |
ANTONY. I learn you take things ill which are not so, |
Or being, concern you not. |
CAESAR. I must be laugh'd at |
If, or for nothing or a little, |
Should say myself offended, and with you |
Chiefly i' the world; more laugh'd at that I should |
Once name you derogately when to sound your name |
It not concern'd me. |
ANTONY. My being in Egypt, Caesar, |
What was't to you? |
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