ACT III. SCENE XIII. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
[Enter CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and IRAS.]
What shall we do, Enobarbus?
Think, and die.
Is Antony or we in fault for this?
Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his reason. What though you fled
From that great face of war, whose several ranges
Frighted each other? why should he follow?
The itch of his affection should not then
Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point,
When half to half the world oppos'd, he being
The mered question; 'twas a shame no less
Than was his loss, to course your flying flags
And leave his navy gazing.
[Enter ANTONY, with EUPHRONIUS.]
Is that his answer?
Ay, my lord.
The queen shall then have courtesy, so she
Will yield us up.
He says so.
Let her know't. —
To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head,
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
That head, my lord?
To him again: tell him he wears the rose
Of youth upon him; from which the world should note
Something particular: his coins, ships, legions,
May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail
Under the service of a child as soon
As i' the command of Caesar: I dare him therefore
To lay his gay comparisons apart,
And answer me declin'd, sword against sword,
Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow me.
[Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS.]
Yes, like enough high-battled Caesar will
Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd to the show
Against a sworder. — I see men's judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will
Answer his emptiness! — Caesar, thou hast subdu'd
His judgment too.
[Enter an Attendant.]
A messenger from Caesar.
What, no more ceremony? — See, my women! —
Against the blown rose may they stop their nose
That kneel'd unto the buds. — Admit him, sir.
[Aside.] Mine honesty and I begin to square.
The loyalty well held to fools does make
Our faith mere folly: — yet he that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fallen lord
Does conquer him that did his master conquer,
And earns a place i' the story.
Hear it apart.
None but friends: say boldly.
So, haply, are they friends to Antony.
He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has;
Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master
Will leap to be his friend: for us, you know
Whose he is we are, and that is Caesar's.
Thus then, thou most renown'd: Caesar entreats
Not to consider in what case thou stand'st
Further than he is Caesar.
Go on: right royal.
He knows that you embrace not Antony
As you did love, but as you fear'd him.
The scars upon your honour, therefore, he
Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
Not as deserv'd.