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:
|
| 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] |