Rome. A Room in CÆSAR'S House. |
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Enter CÆSAR, AGRIPPA, and MECÆNAS. |
| Cæs. Contemning Rome, he has done all this and more |
| In Alexandria; here's the manner of 't; |
| I' the market-place, on a tribunal silver'd, |
| Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold |
| Were publicly enthron'd; at the feet sat |
| Cæsarion, whom they call my father's son, |
| And all the unlawful issue that their lust |
| Since then hath made between them. Unto her |
| He gave the 'stablishment of Egypt; made her |
| Of Lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, |
| Absolute queen. |
| Mec. This in the public eye? |
| Cæs. I' the common show-place, where they exercise. |
| His sons he there proclaim'd the kings of kings; |
| Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia |
| He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd |
| Syria, Cilicia, and Phœnicia. She |
| In the habiliments of the goddess Isis |
| That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience, |
| As 'tis reported, so. |
| Mec. Let Rome be thus |
| Informed. |
| Agr. Who, queasy with his insolence |
| Already, will their good thoughts call from him. |
| Cæs. The people know it; and have now receiv'd |
| His accusations. |
| Agr. Whom does he accuse? |
| Cæs. Cæsar; and that, having in Sicily |
| Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him |
| His part o' the isle; then does he say, he lent me |
| Some shipping unrestor'd; lastly, he frets |
| That Lepidus of the triumvirate |
| Should be depos'd; and, being, that we detain |
| All his revenue. |
| Agr. Sir, this should be answer'd. |
| Cæs. 'Tis done already, and the messenger gone. |
| I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel; |
| That he his high authority abus'd, |
| And did deserve his change: for what I have conquer'd, |
| I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia, |
| And other of his conquer'd kingdoms, I |
| Demand the like. |
| Mec. He'll never yield to that. |
| Cæs. Nor must not then be yielded to in this. |
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Enter OCTAVIA, with her Train. |
| Oct. Hail, Cæsar, and my lord! hail, most dear Cæsar! |
| Cæs. That ever I should call thee cast-away! |
| Oct. You have not call'd me so, nor have you cause. |
| Cæs. Why have you stol'n upon us thus? You come not |
| Like Cæsar's sister; the wife of Antony |
| Should have an army for an usher, and |
| The neighs of horse to tell of her approach |
| Long ere she did appear; the trees by the way |
| Should have borne men; and expectation fainted, |
| Longing for what it had not; nay, the dust |
| Should have ascended to the roof of heaven, |
| Rais'd by your populous troops. But you are come |
| A market-maid to Rome, and have prevented |
| The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, |
| Is often left unlov'd: we should have met you |
| By sea and land, supplying every stage |
| With an augmented greeting. |
| Oct. Good my lord, |
| To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did it |
| On my free-will. My lord, Mark Antony, |
| Hearing that you prepar'd for war, acquainted |
| My grieved ear withal; whereon, I begg'd |
| His pardon for return. |
| Cæs. Which soon he granted, |
| Being an obstruct 'tween his lust and him. |
| Oct. Do not say so, my lord. |
| Cæs. I have eyes upon him, |
| And his affairs come to me on the wind. |
| Where is he now? |
| Oct. My lord, in Athens. |
| Cæs. No, my most wrong'd sister; Cleopatra |
| Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire |
| Up to a whore; who now are levying |
| The kings o' the earth for war. He hath assembled |
| Bocchus, the King of Libya; Archelaus, |
| Of Cappadocia; Philadelphos, King |
| Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas; |
| King Malchus of Arabia; King of Pont; |
| Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, King |
| Of Comagene; Polemon and Amintas, |
| The Kings of Mede and Lycaonia, |
| With a more larger list of sceptres. |
| Oct. Ay me, most wretched, |
| That have my heart parted betwixt two friends |
| That do afflict each other! |
| Cæs. Welcome hither: |
| Your letters did withhold our breaking forth, |
| Till we perceiv'd both how you were wrong led |
| And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart; |
| Be you not troubled with the time, which drives |
| O'er your content these strong necessities, |
| But let determin'd things to destiny |
| Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome; |
| Nothing more dear to me. You are abus'd |
| Beyond the mark of thought, and the high gods, |
| To do you justice, make their ministers |
| Of us and those that love you. Best of comfort, |
| And ever welcome to us. |
| Agr. Welcome, lady. |
| Mec. Welcome, dear madam. |
| Each heart in Rome does love and pity you; |
| Only the adulterous Antony, most large |
| In his abominations, turns you off, |
| And gives his potent regiment to a trull, |
| That noises it against us. |
| Oct. Is it so, sir? |
| Cæs. Most certain. Sister, welcome; pray you, |
| Be ever known to patience; my dearest sister! [Exeunt. |
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