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Draw a knife.
Mes. Nay then Ile runne: What meane you Madam, I haue made no fault.
Enter.
Char. Good Madam keepe your selfe within your selfe, The man is innocent
Cleo. Some Innocents scape not the thunderbolt: Melt Egypt into Nyle: and kindly creatures Turne all to Serpents. Call the slaue againe, Though I am mad, I will not byte him: Call?
Char. He is afeard to come
Cleo. I will not hurt him, These hands do lacke n.o.bility, that they strike A meaner then my selfe: since I my selfe Haue giuen my selfe the cause. Come hither Sir.
Enter the Messenger againe.
Though it be honest, it is neuer good To bring bad newes: giue to a gratious Message An host of tongues, but let ill tydings tell Themselues, when they be felt
Mes. I haue done my duty
Cleo. Is he married?
I cannot hate thee worser then I do, If thou againe say yes
Mes. He's married Madam
Cleo. The G.o.ds confound thee, Dost thou hold there still?
Mes. Should I lye Madame?
Cleo. Oh, I would thou didst: So halfe my Egypt were submerg'd and made A Cesterne for scal'd Snakes. Go get thee hence, Had'st thou Narcissus in thy face to me, Thou would'st appeere most vgly: He is married?
Mes. I craue your Highnesse pardon
Cleo. He is married?
Mes. Take no offence, that I would not offend you, To punnish me for what you make me do Seemes much vnequall, he's married to Octauia
Cleo. Oh that his fault should make a knaue of thee, That art not what th'art sure of. Get thee hence, The Marchandize which thou hast brought from Rome Are all too deere for me: Lye they vpon thy hand, and be vndone by em
Char. Good your Highnesse patience
Cleo. In praysing Anthony, I haue disprais'd Caesar
Char. Many times Madam
Cleo. I am paid for't now: lead me from hence, I faint, oh Iras, Charmian: 'tis no matter.
Go to the Fellow, good Alexas bid him Report the feature of Octauia: her yeares, Her inclination, let him not leaue out The colour of her haire. Bring me word quickly, Let him for euer go, let him not Charmian, Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, The other wayes a Mars. Bid you Alexas Bring me word, how tall she is: pitty me Charmian, But do not speake to me. Lead me to my Chamber.
Exeunt.
Flourish. Enter Pompey, at one doore with Drum and Trumpet: at another Caesar, Lepidus, Anthony, En.o.barbus, Mecenas, Agrippa, Menas with Souldiers Marching.
Pom. Your Hostages I haue, so haue you mine: And we shall talke before we fight
Caesar. Most meete that first we come to words, And therefore haue we Our written purposes before vs sent, Which if thou hast considered, let vs know, If 'twill tye vp thy discontented Sword, And carry backe to Cicelie much tall youth, That else must perish heere
Pom. To you all three, The Senators alone of this great world, Chiefe Factors for the G.o.ds. I do not know, Wherefore my Father should reuengers want, Hauing a Sonne and Friends, since Iulius Caesar, Who at Phillippi the good Brutus ghosted, There saw you labouring for him. What was't That mou'd pale Ca.s.sius to conspire? And what Made all-honor'd, honest, Romaine Brutus, With the arm'd rest, Courtiers of beautious freedome, To drench the Capitoll, but that they would Haue one man but a man, and that his it Hath made me rigge my Nauie. At whose burthen, The anger'd Ocean fomes, with which I meant To scourge th' ingrat.i.tude, that despightfull Rome Cast on my n.o.ble Father
Caesar. Take your time
Ant. Thou can'st not feare vs Pompey with thy sailes.
Weele speake with thee at Sea. At land thou know'st How much we do o're-count thee
Pom. At Land indeed Thou dost orecount me of my Fathers house: But since the Cuckoo buildes not for himselfe, Remaine in't as thou maist
Lepi. Be pleas'd to tell vs, (For this is from the present how you take) The offers we haue sent you
Caesar. There's the point
Ant. Which do not be entreated too, But waigh what it is worth imbrac'd Caesar. And what may follow to try a larger Fortune
Pom. You haue made me offer Of Cicelie, Sardinia: and I must Rid all the Sea of Pirats. Then, to send Measures of Wheate to Rome: this greed vpon, To part with vnhackt edges, and beare backe Our Targes vndinted
Omnes. That's our offer
Pom. Know then I came before you heere, A man prepar'd To take this offer. But Marke Anthony, Put me to some impatience: though I loose The praise of it by telling. You must know When Caesar and your Brother were at blowes, Your Mother came to Cicelie, and did finde Her welcome Friendly
Ant. I haue heard it Pompey, And am well studied for a liberall thanks, Which I do owe you
Pom. Let me haue your hand: I did not thinke Sir, to haue met you heere, Ant. The beds i'th' East are soft, and thanks to you, That cal'd me timelier then my purpose hither: For I haue gained by't
Caesar. Since I saw you last, ther's a change vpon you
Pom. Well, I know not, What counts harsh Fortune cast's vpon my face, But in my bosome shall she neuer come, To make my heart her va.s.saile
Lep. Well met heere
Pom. I hope so Lepidus, thus we are agreed: I craue our composion may be written And seal'd betweene vs, Caesar. That's the next to do
Pom. Weele feast each other, ere we part, and lett's Draw lots who shall begin
Ant. That will I Pompey
Pompey. No Anthony take the lot: but first or last, your fine Egyptian cookerie shall haue the fame, I haue heard that Iulius Caesar, grew fat with feasting there
Anth. You haue heard much
Pom. I haue faire meaning Sir
Ant. And faire words to them
Pom. Then so much haue I heard, And I haue heard Appolodorus carried- Eno. No more that: he did so
Pom. What I pray you?
Eno. A certaine Queene to Caesar in a Matris
Pom. I know thee now, how far'st thou Souldier?