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We scorn her most when most she offers blows. Exeunt |
ACT_3|SC_12 |
SCENE XII. |
CAESAR'S camp in Egypt |
Enter CAESAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, THYREUS, with others |
CAESAR. Let him appear that's come from Antony. |
Know you him? |
DOLABELLA. Caesar, 'tis his schoolmaster: |
An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither |
He sends so poor a pinion of his wing, |
Which had superfluous kings for messengers |
Not many moons gone by. |
Enter EUPHRONIUS, Ambassador from ANTONY |
CAESAR. Approach, and speak. |
EUPHRONIUS. Such as I am, I come from Antony. |
I was of late as petty to his ends |
As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf |
To his grand sea. |
CAESAR. Be't so. Declare thine office. |
EUPHRONIUS. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and |
Requires to live in Egypt; which not granted, |
He lessens his requests and to thee sues |
To let him breathe between the heavens and earth, |
A private man in Athens. This for him. |
Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness, |
Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves |
The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs, |
Now hazarded to thy grace. |
CAESAR. For Antony, |
I have no ears to his request. The Queen |
Of audience nor desire shall fail, so she |
From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend, |
Or take his life there. This if she perform, |
She shall not sue unheard. So to them both. |
EUPHRONIUS. Fortune pursue thee! |
CAESAR. Bring him through the bands. Exit EUPHRONIUS |
[To THYREUS] To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time. Dispatch; |
From Antony win Cleopatra. Promise, |
And in our name, what she requires; add more, |
From thine invention, offers. Women are not |
In their best fortunes strong; but want will perjure |
The ne'er-touch'd vestal. Try thy cunning, Thyreus; |
Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we |
Will answer as a law. |
THYREUS. Caesar, I go. |
CAESAR. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw, |
And what thou think'st his very action speaks |
In every power that moves. |
THYREUS. Caesar, I shall. Exeunt |
ACT_3|SC_13 |
SCENE XIII. |
Alexandria. CLEOPATRA'S palace |
Enter CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and IRAS |
CLEOPATRA. What shall we do, Enobarbus? |
ENOBARBUS. Think, and die. |
CLEOPATRA. Is Antony or we in fault for this? |
ENOBARBUS. Antony only, that would make his will |
Lord of his reason. What though you fled |
From that great face of war, whose several ranges |
Frighted each other? Why should he follow? |
The itch of his affection should not then |
Have nick'd his captainship, at such a point, |
When half to half the world oppos'd, he being |
The mered question. 'Twas a shame no less |
Than was his loss, to course your flying flags |
And leave his navy gazing. |
CLEOPATRA. Prithee, peace. |
Enter EUPHRONIUS, the Ambassador; with ANTONY |
ANTONY. Is that his answer? |
EUPHRONIUS. Ay, my lord. |
ANTONY. The Queen shall then have courtesy, so she |
Will yield us up. |
EUPHRONIUS. He says so. |
ANTONY. Let her know't. |
To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head, |
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim |
With principalities. |
CLEOPATRA. That head, my lord? |
ANTONY. To him again. Tell him he wears the rose |
Of youth upon him; from which the world should note |
Something particular. His coin, ships, legions, |
May be a coward's whose ministers would prevail |
Under the service of a child as soon |
As i' th' command of Caesar. I dare him therefore |
To lay his gay comparisons apart, |
And answer me declin'd, sword against sword, |
Ourselves alone. I'll write it. Follow me. |
Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS |
EUPHRONIUS. [Aside] Yes, like enough high-battled Caesar will |
Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd to th' show |
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