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ANTONY.

       Will Caesar speak?

       CAESAR.

       Not till he hears how Antony is touch’d

       With what is spoke already.

       ANTONY.

       What power is in Agrippa,

       If I would say ‘Agrippa, be it so,’

       To make this good?

       CAESAR.

       The power of Caesar, and

       His power unto Octavia.

       ANTONY.

       May I never

       To this good purpose, that so fairly shows,

       Dream of impediment!—Let me have thy hand:

       Further this act of grace; and from this hour

       The heart of brothers govern in our loves

       And sway our great designs!

       CAESAR.

       There is my hand.

       A sister I bequeath you, whom no brother

       Did ever love so dearly: let her live

       To join our kingdoms and our hearts; and never

       Fly off our loves again!

       LEPIDUS.

       Happily, amen!

       ANTONY.

       I did not think to draw my sword ‘gainst Pompey;

       For he hath laid strange courtesies and great

       Of late upon me. I must thank him only,

       Lest my remembrance suffer ill report;

       At heel of that, defy him.

       LEPIDUS.

       Time calls upon’s:

       Of us must Pompey presently be sought,

       Or else he seeks out us.

       ANTONY.

       Where lies he?

       CAESAR.

       About the Mount Misenum.

       ANTONY.

       What is his strength

       By land?

       CAESAR.

       Great and increasing; but by sea

       He is an absolute master.

       ANTONY.

       So is the fame.

       Would we had spoke together! Haste we for it:

       Yet, ere we put ourselves in arms, despatch we

       The business we have talk’d of.

       CAESAR.

       With most gladness;

       And do invite you to my sister’s view,

       Whither straight I’ll lead you.

       ANTONY.

       Let us, Lepidus,

       Not lack your company.

       LEPIDUS.

       Noble Antony,

       Not sickness should detain me.

       [Flourish. Exeunt CAESAR, ANTONY, and LEPIDUS.]

       MAECENAS.

       Welcome from Egypt, sir.

       ENOBARBUS.

       Half the heart of Caesar, worthy Maecenas!—my honourable friend,

       Agrippa!—

       AGRIPPA.

       Good Enobarbus!

       MAECENAS. We have cause to be glad that matters are so well digested. You stay’d well by it in Egypt.

       ENOBARBUS. Ay, sir; we did sleep day out of countenance, and made the night light with drinking.

       MAECENAS. Eight wild boars roasted whole at a breakfast, and but twelve persons there. Is this true?

       ENOBARBUS. This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had much more monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deserved noting.

       MAECENAS.

       She’s a most triumphant lady, if report be square to her.

       ENOBARBUS. When she first met Mark Antony she pursed up his heart, upon the river of Cydnus.

       AGRIPPA.

       There she appeared indeed; or my reporter devised well for her.

       ENOBARBUS.

       I will tell you.

       The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne,

       Burn’d on the water: the poop was beaten gold;

       Purple the sails, and so perfumed that

       The winds were lovesick with them; the oars were silver,

       Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made

       The water which they beat to follow faster,

       As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,

       It beggar’d all description: she did lie

       In her pavilion,—cloth-of-gold of tissue,—

       O’er-picturing that Venus where we see

       The fancy out-work nature: on each side her

       Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,

       With divers-colour’d fans, whose wind did seem

       To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,

       And what they undid did.

       AGRIPPA.

       O, rare for Antony!

       ENOBARBUS.

       Her gentlewomen, like the Nereids,

       So many mermaids, tended her i’ the eyes,

       And made their bends adornings: at the helm

       A seeming mermaid steers: the silken tackle

       Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands

       That yarely frame the office. From the barge

       A strange invisible perfume hits the sense

       Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast

       Her people out upon her; and Antony,

       Enthron’d i’ the marketplace, did sit alone,

       Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy,

       Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,

       And made a gap in nature.

       AGRIPPA.

       Rare Egyptian!

       ENOBARBUS.

       Upon her landing, Antony sent to her,

       Invited her to supper: she replied

       It should be better he became her guest;

       Which she entreated: our courteous Antony,

       Whom ne’er the word of ‘No’ woman heard speak,

       Being barber’d ten times o’er, goes to the feast,

       And, for his ordinary, pays his heart

       For what his eyes eat only.

       AGRIPPA.

       Royal wench!

       She made great Caesar lay his sword to bed:

       He ploughed her, and she cropp’d.

       ENOBARBUS.

       I saw her once

       Hop forty paces through the public street;

       And, having lost her breath, she spoke and panted,