Antho. Say to me, whose Fortunes shall rise higher Caesars or mine? Sooth. Caesars. Therefore (oh Anthony) stay not by his side Thy Daemon that thy spirit which keepes thee, is Noble, Couragious, high vnmatchable, Where Caesars is not. But neere him, thy Angell Becomes a feare: as being o're-powr'd, therefore Make space enough betweene you
Anth. Speake this no more
Sooth. To none but thee no more but: when to thee, If thou dost play with him at any game, Thou art sure to loose: And of that Naturall lucke, He beats thee 'gainst the oddes. Thy Luster thickens, When he shines by: I say againe, thy spirit Is all affraid to gouerne thee neere him: But he alway 'tis Noble
Anth. Get thee gone: Say to Ventigius I would speake with him. Enter.
He shall to Parthia, be it Art or hap, He hath spoken true. The very Dice obey him, And in our sports my better cunning faints, Vnder his chance, if we draw lots he speeds, His Cocks do winne the Battaile, still of mine, When it is all to naught: and his Quailes euer Beate mine (in hoopt) at odd's. I will to Egypte: And though I make this marriage for my peace, I'th' East my pleasure lies. Oh come Ventigius.
You must to Parthia, your Commissions ready: Follow me, and reciue't.
Enter Lepidus, Mecenas and Agrippa.
Lepidus. Trouble your selues no further: pray you hasten your Generals after
Agr. Sir, Marke Anthony, will e'ne but kisse Octauia, and weele follow
Lepi. Till I shall see you in your Souldiers dresse, Which will become you both: Farewell
Mece. We shall: as I conceiue the iourney, be at Mount before you Lepidus
Lepi. Your way is shorter, my purposes do draw me much about, you'le win two dayes vpon me
Both. Sir good successe
Enter Cleopater, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
Cleo. Giue me some Musicke: Musicke, moody foode of vs that trade in Loue
Omnes. The Musicke, hoa. Enter Mardian the Eunuch.
Cleo. Let it alone, let's to Billiards: come Charmian
Char. My arme is sore, best play with Mardian
Cleopa. As well a woman with an Eunuch plaide, as with a woman. Come you'le play with me Sir? Mardi. As well as I can Madam
Cleo. And when good will is shewed, Though't come to short The Actor may pleade pardon. Ile none now, Giue me mine Angle, weele to'th' Riuer there My Musicke playing farre off. I will betray Tawny fine fishes, my bended hooke shall pierce Their slimy iawes: and as I draw them vp, Ile thinke them euery one an Anthony, And say, ah ha; y'are caught
Char. 'Twas merry when you wager'd on your Angling, when your diuer did hang a salt fish on his hooke which he with feruencie drew vp
Cleo. That time? Oh times: I laught him out of patience: and that night I laught him into patience, and next morne, Ere the ninth houre, I drunke him to his bed: Then put my Tires and Mantles on him, whilst I wore his Sword Phillippan. Oh from Italie, Enter a Messenger.
Ramme thou thy fruitefull tidings in mine eares, That long time haue bin barren
Mes. Madam, Madam
Cleo. Anthonyo's dead. If thou say so Villaine, thou kil'st thy Mistris: But well and free, if thou so yeild him. There is Gold, and heere My blewest vaines to kisse: a hand that Kings Haue lipt, and trembled kissing
Mes. First Madam, he is well
Cleo. Why there's more Gold. But sirrah marke, we vse To say, the dead are well: bring it to that, The Gold I giue thee, will I melt and powr Downe thy ill vttering throate
Mes. Good Madam heare me