ACT II SCENE II | Rome. The house of Lepidus | |
[Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS and LEPIDUS] |
LEPIDUS | Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, |
| And shall become you well, to entreat your captain |
| To soft and gentle speech. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | I shall entreat him |
| To answer like himself: if Caesar move him, | 5 |
| Let Antony look over Caesar's head |
| And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter, |
| Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard, |
| I would not shave't to-day. |
LEPIDUS | 'Tis not a time | 10 |
| For private stomaching. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Every time |
| Serves for the matter that is then born in't. |
LEPIDUS | But small to greater matters must give way. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Not if the small come first. | 15 |
LEPIDUS | Your speech is passion: |
| But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes |
| The noble Antony. |
[Enter MARK ANTONY and VENTIDIUS] |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | And yonder, Caesar. |
[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MECAENAS, and AGRIPPA] |
MARK ANTONY | If we compose well here, to Parthia: | 20 |
| Hark, Ventidius. |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | I do not know, |
| Mecaenas; ask Agrippa. |
LEPIDUS | Noble friends, |
| That which combined us was most great, and let not | 25 |
| A leaner action rend us. What's amiss, |
| May it be gently heard: when we debate |
| Our trivial difference loud, we do commit |
| Murder in healing wounds: then, noble partners, |
| The rather, for I earnestly beseech, | 30 |
| Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms, |
| Nor curstness grow to the matter. |
MARK ANTONY | 'Tis spoken well. |
| Were we before our armies, and to fight. |
| I should do thus. | 35 |
[Flourish] |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Welcome to Rome. |
MARK ANTONY | Thank you. |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Sit. |
MARK ANTONY | Sit, sir. |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Nay, then. | 40 |
MARK ANTONY | I learn, you take things ill which are not so, |
| Or being, concern you not. |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | I must be laugh'd at, |
| If, or for nothing or a little, I |
| Should say myself offended, and with you | 45 |
| Chiefly i' the world; more laugh'd at, that I should |
| Once name you derogately, when to sound your name |
| It not concern'd me. |
MARK ANTONY | My being in Egypt, Caesar, |
| What was't to you? | 50 |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | No more than my residing here at Rome |
| Might be to you in Egypt: yet, if you there |
| Did practise on my state, your being in Egypt |
| Might be my question. |
MARK ANTONY | How intend you, practised? | 55 |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | You may be pleased to catch at mine intent |
| By what did here befal me. Your wife and brother |
| Made wars upon me; and their contestation |
| Was theme for you, you were the word of war. |
MARK ANTONY | You do mistake your business; my brother never | 60 |
| Did urge me in his act: I did inquire it; |
| And have my learning from some true reports, |
| That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather |
| Discredit my authority with yours; |
| And make the wars alike against my stomach, | 65 |
| Having alike your cause? Of this my letters |
| Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel, |
| As matter whole you have not to make it with, |
| It must not be with this. |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | You praise yourself | 70 |
| By laying defects of judgment to me; but |
| You patch'd up your excuses. |
MARK ANTONY | Not so, not so; |
| I know you could not lack, I am certain on't, |
| Very necessity of this thought, that I, | 75 |
| Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought, |
| Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars |
| Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife, |
| I would you had her spirit in such another: |
| The third o' the world is yours; which with a snaffle | 80 |
| You may pace easy, but not such a wife. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Would we had all such wives, that the men might go |
| to wars with the women! |
MARK ANTONY | So much uncurbable, her garboils, Caesar |
| Made out of her impatience, which not wanted | 85 |
| Shrewdness of policy too, I grieving grant |
| Did you too much disquiet: for that you must |
| But say, I could not help it. |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | I wrote to you |
| When rioting in Alexandria; you | 90 |
| Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts |
| Did gibe my missive out of audience. |
MARK ANTONY | Sir, |
| He fell upon me ere admitted: then |
| Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want | 95 |
| Of what I was i' the morning: but next day |
| I told him of myself; which was as much |
| As to have ask'd him pardon. Let this fellow |
| Be nothing of our strife; if we contend, |
| Out of our question wipe him. | 100 |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | You have broken |
| The article of your oath; which you shall never |
| Have tongue to charge me with. |
LEPIDUS | Soft, Caesar! |
MARK ANTONY | No, | 105 |
| Lepidus, let him speak: |
| The honour is sacred which he talks on now, |
| Supposing that I lack'd it. But, on, Caesar; |
| The article of my oath. |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | To lend me arms and aid when I required them; | 110 |
| The which you both denied. |
MARK ANTONY | Neglected, rather; |
| And then when poison'd hours had bound me up |
| From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may, |
| I'll play the penitent to you: but mine honesty | 115 |
| Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power |
| Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia, |
| To have me out of Egypt, made wars here; |
| For which myself, the ignorant motive, do |
| So far ask pardon as befits mine honour | 120 |
| To stoop in such a case. |
LEPIDUS | 'Tis noble spoken. |
MECAENAS | If it might please you, to enforce no further |
| The griefs between ye: to forget them quite |
| Were to remember that the present need | 125 |
| Speaks to atone you. |
LEPIDUS | Worthily spoken, Mecaenas. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Or, if you borrow one another's love for the |
| instant, you may, when you hear no more words of |
| Pompey, return it again: you shall have time to | 130 |
| wrangle in when you have nothing else to do. |
MARK ANTONY | Thou art a soldier only: speak no more. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. |
MARK ANTONY | You wrong this presence; therefore speak no more. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Go to, then; your considerate stone. | 135 |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | I do not much dislike the matter, but |
| The manner of his speech; for't cannot be |
| We shall remain in friendship, our conditions |
| So differing in their acts. Yet if I knew |
| What hoop should hold us stanch, from edge to edge | 140 |
| O' the world I would pursue it. |
AGRIPPA | Give me leave, Caesar,-- |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Speak, Agrippa. |
AGRIPPA | Thou hast a sister by the mother's side, |
| Admired Octavia: great Mark Antony | 145 |
| Is now a widower. |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Say not so, Agrippa: |
| If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof |
| Were well deserved of rashness. |
MARK ANTONY | I am not married, Caesar: let me hear | 150 |
| Agrippa further speak. |
AGRIPPA | To hold you in perpetual amity, |
| To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts |
| With an unslipping knot, take Antony |
| Octavia to his wife; whose beauty claims | 155 |
| No worse a husband than the best of men; |
| Whose virtue and whose general graces speak |
| That which none else can utter. By this marriage, |
| All little jealousies, which now seem great, |
| And all great fears, which now import their dangers, | 160 |
| Would then be nothing: truths would be tales, |
| Where now half tales be truths: her love to both |
| Would, each to other and all loves to both, |
| Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke; |
| For 'tis a studied, not a present thought, | 165 |
| By duty ruminated. |
MARK ANTONY | Will Caesar speak? |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Not till he hears how Antony is touch'd |
| With what is spoke already. |
MARK ANTONY | What power is in Agrippa, | 170 |
| If I would say, 'Agrippa, be it so,' |
| To make this good? |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | The power of Caesar, and |
| His power unto Octavia. |
MARK ANTONY | May I never | 175 |
| 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! | 180 |
OCTAVIUS 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! | 185 |
LEPIDUS | Happily, amen! |
MARK 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; | 190 |
| At heel of that, defy him. |
LEPIDUS | Time calls upon's: |
| Of us must Pompey presently be sought, |
| Or else he seeks out us. |
MARK ANTONY | Where lies he? | 195 |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | About the mount Misenum. |
MARK ANTONY | What is his strength by land? |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Great and increasing: but by sea |
| He is an absolute master. |
MARK ANTONY | So is the fame. | 200 |
| Would we had spoke together! Haste we for it: |
| Yet, ere we put ourselves in arms, dispatch we |
| The business we have talk'd of. |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | With most gladness: |
| And do invite you to my sister's view, | 205 |
| Whither straight I'll lead you. |
MARK ANTONY | Let us, Lepidus, |
| Not lack your company. |
LEPIDUS | Noble Antony, |
| Not sickness should detain me. | 210 |
[
Flourish. Exeunt OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY,
and LEPIDUS
] |
MECAENAS | Welcome from Egypt, sir. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Half the heart of Caesar, worthy Mecaenas! My |
| honourable friend, Agrippa! |
AGRIPPA | Good Enobarbus! |
MECAENAS | We have cause to be glad that matters are so well | 215 |
| digested. You stayed well by 't in Egypt. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Ay, sir; we did sleep day out of countenance, and |
| made the night light with drinking. |
MECAENAS | Eight wild-boars roasted whole at a breakfast, and |
| but twelve persons there; is this true? | 220 |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had much more |
| monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deserved noting. |
MECAENAS | She's a most triumphant lady, if report be square to |
| her. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed up | 225 |
| his heart, upon the river of Cydnus. |
AGRIPPA | There she appeared indeed; or my reporter devised |
| well for her. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | I will tell you. |
| The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, | 230 |
| Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; |
| Purple the sails, and so perfumed that |
| The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, |
| Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made |
| The water which they beat to follow faster, | 235 |
| 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 outwork nature: on each side her | 240 |
| 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! | 245 |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, |
| 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, | 250 |
| 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, |
| Enthroned i' the market-place, did sit alone, | 255 |
| Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy, |
| Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, |
| And made a gap in nature. |
AGRIPPA | Rare Egyptian! |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Upon her landing, Antony sent to her, | 260 |
| 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, | 265 |
| 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 plough'd her, and she cropp'd. | 270 |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | I saw her once |
| Hop forty paces through the public street; |
| And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted, |
| That she did make defect perfection, |
| And, breathless, power breathe forth. | 275 |
MECAENAS | Now Antony must leave her utterly. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Never; he will not: |
| Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale |
| Her infinite variety: other women cloy |
| The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry | 280 |
| Where most she satisfies; for vilest things |
| Become themselves in her: that the holy priests |
| Bless her when she is riggish. |
MECAENAS | If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle |
| The heart of Antony, Octavia is | 285 |
| A blessed lottery to him. |
AGRIPPA | Let us go. |
| Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest |
| Whilst you abide here. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Humbly, sir, I thank you. | 290 |
[Exeunt] |