Rome. A Room in CÆSAR'S House. |
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Enter OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, and Attendants. |
| Cæs. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know, |
| It is not Cæsar'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 manlike |
| Than Cleopatra, nor the queen of Ptolemy |
| More womanly than he; hardly gave audience, or |
| Vouchsaf'd to think he had partners: you shall find there |
| A man who is the abstract of all faults |
| That all men follow. |
| Lep. 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 purchas'd; what he cannot change |
| Than what he chooses. |
| Cæs. 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, |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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. |
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Enter a Messenger. |
| Lep. Here's more news. |
| Mess. Thy biddings have been done, and every hour, |
| Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report |
| How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea, |
| And it appears he is belov'd of those |
| That only have fear'd Cæsar; to the ports |
| The discontents repair, and men's reports |
| Give him much wrong'd. |
| Cæs. I should have known no less. |
| It hath been taught us from the primal state, |
| That he which is was wish'd until he were; |
| And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd 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, |
| To rot itself with motion. |
| Mess. Cæsar, 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 |
| 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. |
| Cæs. 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, |
| 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; |
| 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 thy honour that I speak it now— |
| Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek |
| So much as lank'd not. |
| Lep. 'Tis pity of him. |
| Cæs. Let his shames quickly |
| Drive him to Rome. 'Tis time we twain |
| Did show ourselves i' the field; and to that end |
| Assemble me immediate council; Pompey |
| Thrives in our idleness. |
| Lep. To-morrow, Cæsar, |
| I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly |
| Both what by sea and land I can be able |
| To front this present time. |
| Cæs. Till which encounter, |
| It is my business too. Farewell. |
| Lep. Farewell, my lord. What you shall know meantime |
| Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir, |
| To let me be partaker. |
| Cæs. Doubt not, sir; |
| I knew it for my bond. [Exeunt. |
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