| ACT I SCENE IV | Rome. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house. | |
| | Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, reading a letter, LEPIDUS,and their Train | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know, | |
| | It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate | |
| | Our great competitor: from Alexandria | |
| | This is the news: he fishes, drinks, and wastes | 5 |
| | The lamps of night in revel; is not more man-like | |
| | Than Cleopatra; nor the queen of Ptolemy | |
| | More womanly than he; hardly gave audience, or | |
| | Vouchsafed to think he had partners: you shall find there | |
| | A man who is the abstract of all faults | 10 |
| | That all men follow. | |
| LEPIDUS | 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, | 15 |
| | Rather than purchased; what he cannot change, | |
| | Than what he chooses. | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | 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 | 20 |
| | 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 | 25 |
| | 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, | 30 |
| | 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, | 35 |
| | And so rebel to judgment. | |
| | Enter a Messenger | |
| LEPIDUS | Here's more news. | |
| Messenger | Thy biddings have been done; and every hour, | |
| | Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report | |
| | How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea; | 40 |
| | And it appears he is beloved of those | |
| | That only have fear'd Caesar: to the ports | |
| | The discontents repair, and men's reports | |
| | Give him much wrong'd. | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | I should have known no less. | 45 |
| | 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 loved till ne'er worth love, | |
| | Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body, | |
| | Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, | 50 |
| | Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, | |
| | To rot itself with motion. | |
| Messenger | Caesar, I bring thee word, | |
| | Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, | |
| | Make the sea serve them, which they ear and wound | 55 |
| | 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 | 60 |
| | Than could his war resisted. | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Antony, | |
| | Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once | |
| | Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st | |
| | Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel | 65 |
| | 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 | 70 |
| | 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-- | 75 |
| | It wounds thine honour that I speak it now-- | |
| | Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek | |
| | So much as lank'd not. | |
| LEPIDUS | 'Tis pity of him. | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Let his shames quickly | 80 |
| | Drive him to Rome: 'tis time we twain | |
| | Did show ourselves i' the field; and to that end | |
| | Assemble we immediate council: Pompey | |
| | Thrives in our idleness. | |
| LEPIDUS | To-morrow, Caesar, | 85 |
| | I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly | |
| | Both what by sea and land I can be able | |
| | To front this present time. | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Till which encounter, | |
| | It is my business too. Farewell. | 90 |
| LEPIDUS | Farewell, my lord: what you shall know meantime | |
| | Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir, | |
| | To let me be partaker. | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Doubt not, sir; | |
| | I knew it for my bond. | 95 |
| | Exeunt | |