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   Antony and Cleopatra
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 


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