| ACT I SCENE IV | Rome. Octavius Caesar's house. |  | 
| [
                    Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, reading a letter, LEPIDUS,
  and their Train
 ] | 
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know, | 
|  | It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate | 
|  | Our great competitor: from Alexandria | 
|  | This is the news: he fishes, drinks, and wastes | 
|  | The lamps of night in revel; is not more man-like | 5 | 
|  | Than Cleopatra; nor the queen of Ptolemy | 
|  | More womanly than he; hardly gave audience, or | 
|  | Vouchsafed to think he had partners: you shall find there | 
|  | A man who is the abstract of all faults | 
|  | That all men follow. | 10 | 
| LEPIDUS | I must not think there are | 
|  | Evils enow to darken all his goodness: | 
|  | His faults in him seem as the spots of heaven, | 
|  | More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary, | 
|  | Rather than purchased; what he cannot change, | 15 | 
|  | Than what he chooses. | 
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | You are too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not | 
|  | Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy; | 
|  | To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit | 
|  | And keep the turn of tippling with a slave; | 20 | 
|  | To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet | 
|  | With knaves that smell of sweat: say this | 
|  | becomes him,-- | 
|  | As his composure must be rare indeed | 
|  | Whom these things cannot blemish,--yet must Antony | 25 | 
|  | No way excuse his soils, when we do bear | 
|  | So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd | 
|  | His vacancy with his voluptuousness, | 
|  | Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, | 
|  | Call on him for't: but to confound such time, | 30 | 
|  | That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud | 
|  | As his own state and ours,--'tis to be chid | 
|  | As we rate boys, who, being mature in knowledge, | 
|  | Pawn their experience to their present pleasure, | 
|  | And so rebel to judgment. | 35 | 
| [Enter a Messenger] | 
| LEPIDUS | Here's more news. | 
| Messenger | Thy biddings have been done; and every hour, | 
|  | Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report | 
|  | How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea; | 
|  | And it appears he is beloved of those | 40 | 
|  | That only have fear'd Caesar: to the ports | 
|  | The discontents repair, and men's reports | 
|  | Give him much wrong'd. | 
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | I should have known no less. | 
|  | It hath been taught us from the primal state, | 45 | 
|  | That he which is was wish'd until he were; | 
|  | And the ebb'd man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth love, | 
|  | Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body, | 
|  | Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, | 
|  | Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, | 50 | 
|  | To rot itself with motion. | 
| Messenger | Caesar, I bring thee word, | 
|  | Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, | 
|  | Make the sea serve them, which they ear and wound | 
|  | With keels of every kind: many hot inroads | 55 | 
|  | They make in Italy; the borders maritime | 
|  | Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt: 
 
 
 
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|  | No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon | 
|  | Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more | 
|  | Than could his war resisted. | 60 | 
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Antony, | 
|  | Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once | 
|  | Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st | 
|  | Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel | 
|  | Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against, | 65 | 
|  | Though daintily brought up, with patience more | 
|  | Than savages could suffer: thou didst drink | 
|  | The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle | 
|  | Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign | 
|  | The roughest berry on the rudest hedge; | 70 | 
|  | Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, | 
|  | The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps | 
|  | It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh, | 
|  | Which some did die to look on: and all this-- | 
|  | It wounds thine honour that I speak it now-- | 75 | 
|  | Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek | 
|  | So much as lank'd not. | 
| LEPIDUS | 'Tis pity of him. | 
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Let his shames quickly | 
|  | Drive him to Rome: 'tis time we twain | 80 | 
|  | Did show ourselves i' the field; and to that end | 
|  | Assemble we immediate council: Pompey | 
|  | Thrives in our idleness. | 
| LEPIDUS | To-morrow, Caesar, | 
|  | I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly | 85 | 
|  | Both what by sea and land I can be able | 
|  | To front this present time. | 
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Till which encounter, | 
|  | It is my business too. Farewell. | 
| LEPIDUS | Farewell, my lord: what you shall know meantime | 90 | 
|  | Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir, | 
|  | To let me be partaker. | 
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Doubt not, sir; | 
|  | I knew it for my bond. | 
| [Exeunt] |