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Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish, forbear; Eno. What's your pleasure, sir?
In time we hate that which we often fear. Ant. I must with haste from hence,
Enter ANTONY. Eno. Why then, we kill all our women: We see
But here comes Antony.
Cleo. how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they sui
I am sick, and sullen. fer our departure, death's the word.
Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose. Ant. I must be gone.
Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall; Eno. Under compelling occasion, let woman die:
It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature It were pity to cast them away for nothing; though,
Will not sustain it. between them and a great cause, they should be
Now, my dearest queen,esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the
Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me. Jeast noise of this, dies instantly: I have seen her
What's the matter? die twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do
Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some think, there is metile in death, which commits
good news. some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity Would, she had never given you leave to come!
What the married woman?-You may go; in dying. Ant. She is cunning past man's thought.
Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here, Eno. Alack, sir, no;' her passions are made of I have no power upon you: hers you are. nothing but the finest part of pure love; We can
Ant. The gods best know,not call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they so mightily betray’d? Yet, at the first,
0, never was there queen are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can
ort: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she I saw the treasons planted. makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.
Cleopatra, Ant. 'Would I had never seen her!
Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and Eno. O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonder
true, ful piece of work; which not to have been blessed Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, withal, would have discredited your travel.
Who have been false to Fulvia ? Riotous madness, Ani. Fulvia is dead.
To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, Eno. Sir?
Which break themselves in swearing! Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Most sweet queen, Eno. Fulvia ?
Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no color for your going, Ant. Dead.
But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying, Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. Then was the time for words: No going then; When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a
Eternity was in our lips and eyes; man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the
Bliss in our brows' bent;' none our parts so poor, earth; comforting therein, that when old robes are
But was a race of heaven: They are so still, worn out, there are members to make new. If Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world, there were no more women but Fulvia, then had
Art turn'd the greatest liar. you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented: this
How now, lady! grief is crowned with consolation; your old smock
Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou shouldst brings forth a new petticoat:-and indeed the tears
know, live in an onion, that should water this sorrow.
There were a heart in Egypt.
Hear me, queen: Cannot endure my absence.
Eno. And the business you have broached here, Our services awhile; but my full heart cannot be without you; especially that of Cleo Remains in use with you. Our Italy patra's, which wholly depends on your abode.
Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome: Have notice what we purpose. I shall break
Equality of two domestic powers The cause of our expediences to the queen,
Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown to And get her loves to part. For not alone
strength, The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey, Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too
Rich in his father's honor, creeps a pace Oi many our contriving friends in Rome
Into the hearts of such as have not thrived Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius
Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten; Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands
And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge The empire of the sea: our slippery people
By any desperate change: My more particular, (Whose love is never link'd to ihe deserver,
And that which most with you should sate my Till his deserts are past) begin to throw
going, Pompey the great, and all his dignities,
Is Fulvia's death. Upon his son; who, high in name and power,
Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me Higher than both in blood and lite, stands up
freedom, For the main soldier: whose quality, going on,
It does from childishness:-Can Fulvia die? The sides o’the world maydanger. Much is breeding,
Ant. She's dead, my queen: Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
Look hare, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure,
The garboils she awaked ;2 at the last, best:
See, when, and where she died.
O most false love!
Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst till
With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,
In Fulvia's death, how mine received shall be. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, Iras, and ALEXAS. Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know Cleo. Where is he?
The purposes I bear; which are, or cease, Char.
I did not see him since. As you shall give the advice: Now, by the fire Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what he That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence, does :
Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war, I diil not send you:7-If you find him sad,
As thou affect'st. Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report
Cut my lace, Charmian, come;That I am sudden sick: Quick, and return. But let it be. I am quickly ill, and well:
(Exit Alexas. So Antony loves. Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him Ant.
My precious queen, forbear; dearly,
And give true evidence to his love, which stands You do not hold the method to enforce
An honorable trial. The like from him.
So Fulvia told me. Cleo.
What should I do, I do not? I prythee turn aside, and weep for her; Char. In each thing give him way, cross him Then bid adieu to me, and say, the tears in nothing.
Belong to Egypt:3 Good now, play one scene Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool: the way to lose him.
• The arch of our eye-brows.
9 Smack or flavor. • Expedition.
· The commotion she occasioned. + Look as if I did not send you.
• To me, the queen of Egypt.
Of excellent dissembling; and let it look
That he, which is, was wish'd, until he were;
And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd, till ne'er worth
Like a vagabond flag upon the stream,
And target,--Still he mends; | Goes to, and back, lackeying the varying tide,
Csesar, I bring thee word, The carriage of his chase.
Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, Ant.
I'll leave you, lady. Make the sea serve them; which they earand wound
With keels of every kind: Many hot inroads
Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more,
Than could his war resisted.
Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st
Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel To bear such idleness so near the heart
Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against,
Though daintily brought up, with patience more
Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did
deign Sit laurel’d victory! and smooth success
The roughest berry on the rudest hedge; Be strew'd before your feet!
Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, Ant.
Let us go. Come; The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps Our separation so abides, and flies,
It is reported, thou didst eat strange flesh. That you, residing here, go'st yet with me,
Which some did die to look on: And all this And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. (It wounds thine honor, that I speak it now) Away.
(Exeunt. Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek SCENE IV.-Rome. An Apartment in Cæsar's So much as lank'd not. House.
It is pity of him.
Cæs. Let his shames quickly Enter OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, and Attend.
Drive him to Rome: 'Tis time we twain ants, Cæs. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know, Assemble we immediate council: Pompey
Did show ourselves i' the tield; and, to that end, It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate
Thrives in our idleness, One great competitor: From Alexandria
T'o-morrow, Cæsar, This is the news: Ile fishes, drinks, and wastes
I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly The lamps of' night in revel: is not more manlike
Both what by sea and land I can be able, Than Cleopatra; nor the queen Ptolemy
To front this present time. More womanly than he: hardly gave audience, or
Till which encounter, Vouchsafed to think he had partners: You shall
It is my business too. Farewell. find there
Lep. Farewell, my lord: What you shall know A man, that is the abstract of all faults
meantime That all men follow.
of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir, Lep. I must not think, there are
To let me be partaker. Evils enough to darken all his goodness :
Doubt not, sir : His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven,
I knew it for my bond.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and
MARDIAN. Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
Cleo. Charmian,To give a kingdoin for a mirth; to sit
Char. Madam. And keep the turn of tippling with a slave;
Cleo. Ha, ha! To reel the sireets at noon, and stand the buffet
Give me to drink mandragora.7 With knaves that smell of sweat: say, this becomes
Why, madam! him,
Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of (As his composure must be rare indeed, Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must My Antony is away.
You think of him No way excuse his soils, when we do bear
Too much. So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd
Cleo. O, treason! His vacancy with his voluptuousness,
Madam, I trust, not so.
Cleo. Thou, eunuch ! Mardian !
Mar. That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud
What's your highness' pleasure ?
Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing; I take no
That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts
May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou atlections ?
Mar. Yes, gracious madam.
But what in deed is honest to be done: Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report
Yet have I fierce atfections, and think, How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea;
What Venus did with Mars. And it appears, he is belov'd of those
O Charmian, That only have fear'd Cæsar: to the ports
Where think'st thou he is now? Slands he, or The discontents9 repair, and men's reports
sits he? Give him much wrong'd.
Or does he walk? or is he on his horse ? Cas.
I should have known no less :- happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! It hath been taught us from the primal state,
1 Endeared by being missed. 3 Turn pale. • Race.
• Oblivious memory.
: Feastinge; in the old copy it is vaissailes, i.e. vassals. • Procured by his own fault.
• Visit him.
• Urine. Stagnant, slimy water. • My bouwden duty. • Consume.
Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou Alex. Like to the time o' the year between the mov'st?
extremes The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
Of hot and cold; he was nor sad nor merry. And burgonet9 of men.--He's speaking now, Cleo. () well-divided disposition !-Note him, Or murmuring, Where's my serpent of old Nile? Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note For so he calls me: Now I feed myself
him: With most delicious poison :--Think on me, He was not sad : for he would shine on those That am with Phæbus' amorous pinches black, That make their looks by his: he was not merry ; And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Cæsar, Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay When thou wast here above the ground, I was In Egypt with his joy: but between both; A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey O heavenly mingle !-Be'st thou sad or merry, Would stand, and make his eyes grow in my brow; The violence of either thee becomes ; There would be anchor his aspect, and die So does it no man else.—Met'st thou my posts? With looking on his life.
Alex. Ay, madam, twenty several messengers:
Why do you send so thick?
Who's born that day Aler.
Sovereign of Egypt, hail! Cleo. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony! Shall die a beggar.-Ink and paper, Charmian.
When I forget to send to Antony, Yet coming from him, that great medicine hath
Welcome, my good Alexas.-Díd I, Charmian, With his tinct gilded thee.
Ever love Cæsar so ? How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?
O that brave Cæsar! Alex. Last thing he did, dear queen,
Cleo. Be choked with such another emphasis ! He kiss'd, -the last of many doubled kisses, This orient pearl ;-His speech sticks in my heart. Say; the brave Antony.
The valiant Cæsar! Cleo. Mine ear must pluck it thence. Alex. Good friend, quoth he, If thou with Cæsar paragon again
Cleo. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth, Say, The firm Roman to great Egypt sends
My man of men. This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot,
Char. To mend the petty present, I will piece
By your most gracious pardon,
I sing but after you. Her opulent íhrone with kingdoms ; All the east,
My salad days; Say thou, shall call her mistress. So he nodded,
When I was green in judgment:-Cold in blood, And soberly, did mount a termagant steed, Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have
To say, as I said then !--But, come, a way: spoke
Get me ink and paper: he shall have every day
A several greeting, or I'll unpeople Egypt.
SCENE 1.Messina. A Room in Pompey's This amorous surfeiter would have don'd' his helm House.
For such a petty war: his soldiership
Is twice the other twain: But let us rear Enter Pompey, MENECRATES, and MENAS.
The higher our opinion, that our stirring
The ne'er lust-wearied Antony.
I cannot hope, That what they do delay, they not deny.
Cæsar and Antony shall well greet together: Pom. While we are suitors to their throne, His wife, that's dead, did trespasses to Cæsar; decays
His brother warr'd upon him; although, I think, The thing we sue for.
Not mov'd by Antony.
I know not, Menas,
How lesser enmities may give way to greater. Deny us for our good; so find we profit,
Wer't not that we stand up against them all, By losing of our prayers.
'Twere pregnant they should square6 between Pom. I shall do well:
themselves; The people love me, and the sea is mine;
For they have entertained cause enough My power's a crescent, and my auguring hope
To draw their swords : but how the fear of us
The petty difference, we yet not know.
Our lives upon, to use our strongest hands.
(Exeunt. Nor either cares for him. Men. Cæsar and Lepidus
SCENE II.-Rome. A Room in the House of Are in the field; a mighty strength they carry.
From Silvius, sir.
Enter ENOBARBUS and LEPIDUS. Pom. He dreams; I know, they are in Rome Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, together,
And shall become you well, to entreat your captain Looking for Antony: But all charms of love, To soft and gentle speech. Salt Cleopatra, soften thy waned? lip!
I shall entreat him Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both! To answer like himself: If Cæsar move bim, Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts,
Let Antony look over Cæsar's head, Keep his brain fuming; Epicúrean cooks,
And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter,
Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard,
'Tis not a time
For private stomaching.
Lep. But small to greater matters must give way. Expected ; since he went from Egypt, 'tis
Eno. Not if the small come first. A space for further travel.
Your speech is passion : Pom.
I could have given less matter But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes A better ear.-Menas, I did not think,
The noble Antony.
• Helmet. . Quarrel.
Enter ANTONY and VENTIDIUS.
Be nothing of our strife; if we contend,
Out of our questioni wipe him.
You have broken Enter CÆSAR, MECÆNA8, and AGRIPPA.
The article of your oath; which you shall never Ant. If we compose? well here, to Parthia: Have tongue to charge me with. Hark you, Ventidius.
Ant. No, Lepidus, let him speak;
The honor's sacred which he talks on now,
Supposing that I lack'd it: But on, Cesar;
The article of my oath,--A leaner action rend us. What's amiss,
Cæs. To lend me arms, and aid, when I required May it be gently heard: When we debate
them; Our trivial difference loud, we do commit
The which you both denied. Murder in healing wounds: Then, noble partners, Ant.
Neglected, rather ; (The rather, for I earnestly beseech,)
And then, when poison'd hours had bound me up Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms, From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may, Nor curstness' grow to the matter.
I'll play the penitent to you: but mine honesty Ant.
'Tis spoken well; | Shall not make pour my greatness, nor my power Were we before our armies, and to tiglit,
Work without it: Truth is, that Fulvia, I should do thus.
To have me out of Egypt, made wars here;
For which myself, the ignorant motive, do
So far ask pardon, as belits mine bonor
To stoop in such a case.
'Tis nobly spoken. Cæs.
Nay, Mec. If it might please you, to enforce no further Then
The grietsó between ye: to forget thein quite,
Speaks to atone you.
Worthily spoke, Mecænas. If, or for nothing, or a little, I
Eno. Or, if you borrow one another's love for Should say myself offended; and with you
the instant, you may, when you hear no more words Chiesly i'ihe world : more laugh'd at, that I should
of Pompey, return it again: you shall have time to Once name you derogately, when to suund your wrangle in, when you have nothing else to do. name
Ant. Thou art a soldier only; speak no more. It not concern'd me.
Eno. That truth should be silent, I had almost Ant.
My being in Egypt, Cæsar, forgot. What was't to you?
Ant. You wrong this presence, therefore speak Cæs. No more than my residing here at Rome
no more. Might be to you in Egypt: Yet, it you there
Eno. Go to, then; your considerate stone. Did practises on my state, your being in Egypt Cæs. I do not much dislike the matter, but Might be my question.!
The manner of his speech: for it cannot be, Ant.
How intend you, practis'd ? | We shall remain in friendship, our conditions: Cæs. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent, So ditlering in their acts. Yet, it I knew By what did here befall me. Your wife, and brother, What houp should hold us staunch,from edge toedge Made wars upon me; and their contestation O'the world I would pursue it. Was theme for you, you were the word of war. Agr.
Give me leave, Cæsar,Ant. You do mistake your business ; my brother Cæs. Speak, Agrippa. never
Agr. Thou hast a sister by the mother's side,
Admir'd Octavia : great Mark Antony
Say not so, Agrippa;
If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof
To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts
You praise yourself With an unslipping knot, take Antony By laying defects of judgment to me; but
Octavia to his wite: whose beauty claims You patch'd up your excuses.
No worse a husband than the best of men; Ant.
Not so, not so; Whose virtue, and whose general graces, speak I know you could not lack, I am certain on't, That which none else can utter. By this marriage, Very necessity of this thought, that I,
All little jealousies, which now seem great, Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought, And all great tears,which now import their dangers, Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars Would then be nothing: truths would be but tales Which 'fronted? mine own peace. As for my wife, where now half tales be truths: her love to both, I would you had her spirit in such another: Would, each to other, and all loves to both, The third o' the world is yours; which with a snaffle Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke; You may pace easy, but not such a wife.
For 'tis a studied, not a present thought, Eno. 'Would we had all such wives, that the men By duty ruminated. might go to wars with the women!
Will Cæsar speak? Ant. So much uncurable, her garboils,3 Cesar, Cæs. Not till he hears how Antony is touch'd Made out of her impatience, (which not wanted With what is spoke already. Shrewdness of policy too,) I grieving grant,
What power is in Agrippa, Did you too much disquiet: for that, you must If I would say, Agrippa, be it so, But say, I could not help it.
To make this good ? (æs.
I wrote to you,
The power of Cæsar, and When rioting in Alexandria ; you
His power unto Octavia. Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts
May I never Did gibe iny missives out of audience.
To this good purpose, that so fairly shows, Ant.
Dream or impediment !-Let me have thy hand: He tell upon me, ere admitted; then
Further this act of grace; and, from this hour, Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want The heart of brothers govern in our loves, Of what I was i' the morning: but, next day, And sway our great designs ! I told him of myself; which was as much
There is my hand. As to have ask'd him pardon: Let this fellow A sister I bequeath you, whom no brother
Did ever love so dearly: Let her live • Agree.
& Let not ill-humor be added. • Use bad arts or stratagems. Subject of conversatiou.
& Grievances. • Opposed. a Commotions. • Messenger.
To join our kingdoms and our hearts; and never And, for his ordinary, pays his heart,
For what his eyes eat only.
He plough`d her, and she cropp'd. For he hath laid strange courtesies, and great,
Eno. I saw her once Of late upon me: I must thank him only,
Hop forty paces through the public street: Lest my remembrance suffer ill report;
And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted, At heel of that, dery him.
That she did make defect, perfection, Lep.
Time calls upon us : And, breathless, power breathe forth. Of us must Pompey presently be sought,
Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly. Or else he seeks out us.
Eno. Never; he will not. Ant.
And where lies he ? Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Cæs. About the Mount Misenum.
Her intimite variety: Other women Ant.
What's his strength Cloy th'appetites they feed; but she makes hungry By land ?
Where most she satisties. For vilest things
Bless her, when she is riggish.2
Mec. If beauty, wisdom, modesty can settle
Let us go.Cæs.
With most gladness; Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest, And do invite you to my sister's view,
Whilst you abide here. Whither straight I will lead you.
Humbly, sir, I thank you. Ant. Let us, Lepidus,
[Ereunt. Not lack your company.
SCENE III.A Room in Cæsar's House. Lep.
Noble Antony, Not sickness should detain me.
Enter CÆSAR, ANTONY, OCTAVIA between them; [Flourish. Exeunt CÆSAR, ANTONY, and
Attendants, and a Soothsayer.
Ant. The world, and my great otfice, will some Mec. Welcome from Egypt, sir.
times Eno. Half the heart of Casar, worthy Mecænas! Divide me from your bosom. -my honorable friend, Agrippa!
All which time Agr. Good Enobarbus!
Before the gods my knee shall bow in prayers Mec. We have cause to be glad, that matters are To them for you. so well digested. You stay'd well by it in Egypt. Ant.
Good-night, sir.- My Octavia, Eno. Ay, sir; we did sleep day out of counte- Read not my blemishes in the world's report: nance, and made the night light with drinking. I have not kept my square; but that to come
Mec. Eight wild boars roasted whole at a break-Shall all be done by the rule. Good-night, dear fast, and but twelve persons there : Is this true?
lady. Eno. This was but as a tly by an eagle: we had Octa. Good-night, sir. much more monstrous matter of' feasts, which wor- Cæs. Good-night. [Ex. CÆSAR and OCTAVIA. thily deserved noting.
Ani. Now, sirrah! you do wish yourself in Mec. She's a most triumphant lady, if report be
Egypt? square to her.
Sooth. Would I had never come from thence, Eno. When she first met Mark Antony, she
nor you pursed up his heart upon the river of Cydnus. Thither! Agr. There she appeared indeed; or my reporter
Ant. If you can, your reason? devised well for her.
I see't in Eno. I will tell you:
My motion, have it not in my tongue: But yet The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Hie you again to Egypt. Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold : Ant.
Say to me, Purple the sails, and so pertumed, that
Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Cæsar's, or The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were
Soolh. Cæsar's. Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made Therefore, 0 Antony, stay not by his side: The water, which they beat, to follow faster, Thy dæmon, that's ihy spirit which keeps thee, is As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable, It beggar'd all description : she did lie
Where Cæsar's is not; but near him, thy angel In her pavilion, (cloth of gold, of tissue,)
Becomes a Fear, as being o’erpower'd; therefore O’er-picturing that Venus, where we see,
Make space enough between you. The fancy out-work nature: on each side her, Ant.
Speak this no more. Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, Sooth. To none but thee; no more, but when to With diverse-color'd fans, whose wind did seem
thee. To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, If thou dost play with him at any game, And what they undid, did.
Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck, Agr.
O, rare for Antony! He beats thee 'gainst the odds; thy lustre thickens,
Is all afraid to govern thee near him;
Get thee gone:
(Erit Soothsayer. A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
He shall to Parthia.-Be it art, or hap, Of the adjacent wharts. The city cast
He hath spoken true: the very dice obey him; Her people out upon her; and Antony,
And, in our sports, my better cunning taints Enthron'd in the market-place, did sit alone, Under his chance: if we draw lots, he speeds: Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy, His cocks do win the battles still of mine, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
When it is all to nought; and his quails3 ever And made a gap in nature.
Beat mine, inhoop'di at odds. I will to Egypt: Agr.
Rare Egyptian ! And though I make this marriage for my peace, Eno. Upon her landing, Antony sent to her, Invited her to supper: she replied,
Enter VENTIDIUS. It should be better, he became her guest;
l' the east my pleasure lies:-0, come, Ventidius, Which she entreated ; Our courteous Antony, You must to Parthia ; your commission's ready: Whom ne'er the word of No woman heard speak, Follow me, and receive it.
(Exeunt. Being barber'd ten times o'er, goes to the feast; Wanton.
3 The ancients used to match quails as we match cocks • Suit with her merits.
* Readily perform. • Inclosed.