Egypt. CÆSAR'S Camp. |
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Enter CÆSAR, DOLABELLA, THYREUS, and Others. |
cæs. Let him appear that's come from Antony. |
Know you him? |
Dol. Cæsar, 'tis his schoolmaster: |
An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither |
He sends so poor a pinion of his wing, |
Which had superfluous kings for messengers |
Not many moons gone by. |
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Enter EUPHRONIUS. |
Cæs. Approach, and speak. |
Euph. Such as I am, I come from Antony: |
I was of late as petty to his ends |
As is the morn-dew on the myrtle-leaf |
To his grand sea. |
Cæs. Be't so. Declare thine office. |
Euph. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and |
Requires to live in Egypt; which not granted, |
He lessens his requests, and to thee sues |
To let him breathe between the heavens and earth, |
A private man in Athens; this for him. |
Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness, |
Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves |
The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs, |
Now hazarded to thy grace. |
Cæs. For Antony, |
I have no ears to his request. The queen |
Of audience nor desire shall fail, so she |
From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend, |
Or take his life there; this if she perform, |
She shall not sue unheard. So to them both. |
Euph. Fortune pursue thee! |
Cæs. Bring him through the bands. [Exit EUPHRONIUS. |
[To THYREUS.] To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time; dispatch. |
From Antony win Cleopatra; promise, |
And in our name, what she requires; add more, |
From thine invention, offers. Women are not |
In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure |
The ne'er-touch'd vestal. Try thy cunning, Thyreus; |
Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we |
Will answer as a law. |
Thyr. Cæsar, I go. |
cæs. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw, |
And what thou think'st his very action speaks |
In every power that moves. |
Thyr. Cæsar, I shall. [Exeunt. |
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