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Or did it from his teeth.

Oata. O my good lord,. Believe not all; or if you

muft believe,

Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady,

If this divifion chance, ne'er stood between,

Praying for both parts: The good gods will mock me prefently,

When I fhall pray, 0, bless my lord and bufband
Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud,

O, blefs my brother! Hufband win, win brother,
Prays, and deftroys the prayer; no midway
'Twixt thefe extremes at all,

Ant. Gentle Octavia,

Let your beft love draw to that point, which feeks
Beft to preferve it: If I lofe mine honour,
I lofe myself: better I were not yours,

Than yours fo branchlefs. But, as you requested,
Yourfelf fhall go between us: The mean time, lady,
I'll raise the preparation of a war

Shall stain your brother; Make your fooneft haste; So your defires are yours.

Óda. Thanks to my lord.

The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak, Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be As if the world fhould cleave, and that flain men Should folder up the rift.

Ant. When it appears to you where this begins, Turn your displeasure that way; for our faults Can never be fo equal, that your love

Can equally move with them. Provide your going Choose your own company, and command what coft Your heart has mind to.

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[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE V. The fame.

Enter ENOBARBUS, and EROS, meeting.

Eno. How now, friend Eros?

Eros. There's ftrange news come, fir.

Eno. What, man?

Eros. Cæfar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.

Eno. This is old; What is the fuccefs?

Eros. Cæfar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality; would not let him partake in the glory of the action: and not refting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal, feizes him: So the poor third is up, 'till death enlarge his confine. Eno. Then, world, thou haft a pair of chaps, no

more;

And throw between them all the food thou haft,
They'll grind the one the other. Where's Antony?
Eros. He's walking in the garden-thus; and fpurns
The rush that lies before him; cries, Fool, Lepidus !
And threats the throat of that his officer,
That murder'd Pompey.

Eno. Our great navy's rigg'd.

Eros. For Italy, and Cæfar. More, Domitius; My lord defires you prefently: my news

I might have told hereafter.

Eno. "Twill be naught:

But let it be-Bring me to Antony.

Eros. Come, fir.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE VI. Rome. CESAR's house.

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Enter CESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECENAS. Caf. Contemning Rome, he has done all this: And In Alexandria, here's the manner of it, I' the market-place, on a tribunal filver'd, Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold Were publicly enthron'd: at the feet, fat Cæfarion, whom they call my father's fon; And all the unlawful iffue, that their luft

Since then hath made between them. Unto her

He gave the 'ftablishment of Egypt; made her
Of Lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia,

Abfolute queen.

Mec. This in the public eye?

Caf. I' the common fhew-place, where they exercise. His fons he there proclaim'd, The kings of kings: Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia,

He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he affign'd
Syria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia: She

In the habiliments of the goddess Ifis

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That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience, As 'tis reported, fo.

Mec. Let Rome be thus

Inform'd.

Agr. Who, queafy with his infolence

Already, will their good thoughts call from him. Caf. The people know it; and have now receiv'd His accufations.

Agr, Whom does he accufe?

Caf. Cæfar: and that, having in Sicily

Sextus Pompeius fpoil'd, we had not rated him
His part o' the isle: then does he say, he lent me

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Some

Some shipping unreftor'd: laftly, he frets,

That Lepidus of the triumvirate

Should be depos'd; and, being, that we detain
All his revenue.

Agr. Sir, this should be answer'd.

Caf. 'Tis done already, and the meffenger gone. I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel; That he his high authority abus'd,

And did deferve his change; for what I have conquer'd,
I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia,
And other of his conquer'd kingdoms, I

Demand the like.

Mec. He'll never yield to that.

Caf. Nor must not then be yielded to in this.
Enter OCTAVIA.

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Oda. Hail, Cæfar, and my lord! hail, most dear Cæfar! Caf. That ever I fhould call thee, cast-away! Oda. You have not call'd me fo, nor have you caufe. Caf. Why have you ftol'n upon us thus? You come Like Cæfar's fifter: The wife of Antony Should have an army for an ufher, and The neighs of horse to tell of her approach, Long ere fhe did appear; the trees by the way, Should have borne men; and expectation fainted, Longing for what it had not: nay, the dust Should have afcended to the roof of heaven, Rais'd by your populous troops: But you are come A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented The oftentation of our love, which, left unfhewn, Is often left unlov'd: we fhould have met you By fea, and land; fupplying every stage With an augmented greeting.

Oda. Good my lord,

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To come thus was I not conftrain'd, but did it
On my free-will. My lord, Mark Antony,
Hearing that you prepar'd for war, acquainted
My grieved ear withal; whereon, I begg'd
His pardon for return.

Caf. Which foon he granted,

Being an obstruct 'tween his luft and him,
Oda. Do not fay fo,

my

lord.

Caf. I have eyes upon him,

And his affairs come to me on the wind.
Where is he now?

Oña. My lord, in Athens.

Caf. No, my wronged fifter; Cleopatra Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire Up to a whore; who now are levying

The kings o' the earth for war: He hath affembled Bocchus, the king of Lybia; Archelaus,

Of Cappadocia; Philadelphos, king

Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas:
King Malchus of Arabia; king of Pont;
Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, king

Of Comagene; Polemon and Amintas,
The kings of Mede, and Lycaonia,
With a more larger lift of fceptres.
Oda. Ah me, most wretched,

That have my heart parted betwixt two friends,
That do afflict each other!

Caf. Welcome hither:

Your letters did withhold our breaking forth;
'Till we perceiv'd, both how you were wrong-led,
And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart:
Be you not troubled with the time, which drives
O'er your content these strong neceffities;
But let determin'd things to destiny
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