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Against a sworder! I see men's judgments are |
A parcel of their fortunes, and things outward |
Do draw the inward quality after them, |
To suffer all alike. That he should dream, |
Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will |
Answer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast subdu'd |
His judgment too. |
Enter a SERVANT |
SERVANT. A messenger from Caesar. |
CLEOPATRA. What, no more ceremony? See, my women! |
Against the blown rose may they stop their nose |
That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, sir. Exit SERVANT |
ENOBARBUS. [Aside] Mine honesty and I begin to square. |
The loyalty well held to fools does make |
Our faith mere folly. Yet he that can endure |
To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord |
Does conquer him that did his master conquer, |
And earns a place i' th' story. |
Enter THYREUS |
CLEOPATRA. Caesar's will? |
THYREUS. Hear it apart. |
CLEOPATRA. None but friends: say boldly. |
THYREUS. So, haply, are they friends to Antony. |
ENOBARBUS. He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has, |
Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master |
Will leap to be his friend. For us, you know |
Whose he is we are, and that is Caesar's. |
THYREUS. So. |
Thus then, thou most renown'd: Caesar entreats |
Not to consider in what case thou stand'st |
Further than he is Caesar. |
CLEOPATRA. Go on. Right royal! |
THYREUS. He knows that you embrace not Antony |
As you did love, but as you fear'd him. |
CLEOPATRA. O! |
THYREUS. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he |
Does pity, as constrained blemishes, |
Not as deserv'd. |
CLEOPATRA. He is a god, and knows |
What is most right. Mine honour was not yielded, |
But conquer'd merely. |
ENOBARBUS. [Aside] To be sure of that, |
I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky |
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for |
Thy dearest quit thee. Exit |
THYREUS. Shall I say to Caesar |
What you require of him? For he partly begs |
To be desir'd to give. It much would please him |
That of his fortunes you should make a staff |
To lean upon. But it would warm his spirits |
To hear from me you had left Antony, |
And put yourself under his shroud, |
The universal landlord. |
CLEOPATRA. What's your name? |
THYREUS. My name is Thyreus. |
CLEOPATRA. Most kind messenger, |
Say to great Caesar this: in deputation |
I kiss his conquring hand. Tell him I am prompt |
To lay my crown at 's feet, and there to kneel. |
Tell him from his all-obeying breath I hear |
The doom of Egypt. |
THYREUS. 'Tis your noblest course. |
Wisdom and fortune combating together, |
If that the former dare but what it can, |
No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay |
My duty on your hand. |
CLEOPATRA. Your Caesar's father oft, |
When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in, |
Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place, |
As it rain'd kisses. |
Re-enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUS |
ANTONY. Favours, by Jove that thunders! |
What art thou, fellow? |
THYREUS. One that but performs |
The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest |
To have command obey'd. |
ENOBARBUS. [Aside] You will be whipt. |
ANTONY. Approach there.- Ah, you kite!- Now, gods and devils! |
Authority melts from me. Of late, when I cried 'Ho!' |
Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth |
And cry 'Your will?' Have you no ears? I am |
Antony yet. |
Enter servants |
Take hence this Jack and whip him. |
ENOBARBUS. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp |
Than with an old one dying. |
ANTONY. Moon and stars! |
Whip him. Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries |
That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find them |
So saucy with the hand of she here- what's her name |
Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him, fellows, |
Till like a boy you see him cringe his face, |
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