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For what good lurn? Mess. For the best turn i' the bed. Cleo.
I am pale, Charmian. Mess. Madam, he's married to Octavia. Cleo. The most infectious pestilence upon thee !
(Strikes him down. Mess, Good madam, patience. Cleo.
What say you !-Hence,
[Strikes him again. Horrible villain ! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head;
[She hales him up and down. Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in ling’ring pickle. Mess.
Gracious madam, I, that do bring the news, made not the match.
Cleo. Say, 'tis not so, a province I will give thee, And make thy fortunes proud : the blow thou hadst Shall make thy peace, for moving me to rage; And I will boot* thee with what gist beside Thy modesty can beg. Mess.
He's married, madam. Cleo. Rogue, thou hast liv'd too long.
(Draws a dagger. Mess.
Nay, then I'll run :What mean you, madam ? I have made no fault.
(Erit. Char. Good madam, keep yourself within your.
The man is innocent.
Char. He is afeard to come.
I will not hurt him: These hands do lack nobility, that they strike
A meaner than myself; since I myself
I have done my duty.
He is married, madam. Cleo. The gods confound thee! dost thou hold
there still ?
0, I would, thou didst;
Mess. I crave your highness' pardon.
He is married ?
you: To punish ne for what you make me do, Seems much unequal : He is married to Octavia. Cleo. O, that his faults should make a knave of
thee, That art not !- What? thou'rt sure of 't ?- Get thee
hence : The merchandise which thou hast brought from
Rome, Are all too dear for me; Lie they upou thy hand, And be undone by 'em!
[Exit Messenger. Char.
Good your highness, patieuce. Cleo. In praising Antony, I have disprais'd Cæsar.
• Whelmed under water.
Char. Many times, madam.
I am paid for't now.
[Exit Alexas. Let him for ever go :
-Let him not-Charmian, Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, T'other way lie's a Mars :- Bid you Alexas
[ To Mardian. Bring me word, low tall she is.. Pity me, Charnian, But do not speak to me.-Lead me to my chamber.
Enter Pompey and Mepas, at one side, with drum and trumpet : at another, Cæsar, Lepidus, Antony, Enobarbus, Mæcenas, with Soldiers march
Pom. Your hostages I have, so have you mine; And we shall talk before we fight. Cæs.
Most meet, That first we come to words; and therefore have we Our written purposes before us sent; Which if thou hast considered, let us know If'twill tie up thy discontented sword; And carry back to Sicily much tallt youth That else must perish liere. Pom.
To you all three, The senators alone of this great world,
Chief factors for the gods,- I do not know,
Take your time.
sails, We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st How much we do o'er-count thee. Pom.
At land, indeed, Thou dost o'er-count me of
father's liouse :
Be pleas'd to tell us,
There's the point. Ant. Which do not be entreated to, but weigh What it is worth embrac'd. Cæs.
And what may follow, To try a larger fortune. Pom.
You have made me offer Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must Rid all the sea of pirates; then, to send Measures of wheat to Rome: This 'greed upon, To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back Our targe sundinted.
Cæs. Ant. Lep. That's our offer.
I have heard it, Pompey; And am well studied for a liberal thanks, Which I do owe you. Pom.
Let me have your hand : I did not think, sir, to have met you here. Ant. The beds i'the east are soft; and thanks to
Since I saw you last,
Well, I know not
Well met here.
Tbat's the next to do. Pom. We'll feast each other, ere we part; and let
Draw lots who shall begin.
That will i, Pompey.
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