[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, reading a letter, LEPIDUS,]
[p]and their Train]
- Octavius. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,
It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate
425 Our great competitor: from Alexandria
This is the news: he fishes, drinks, and wastes
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
430 Vouchsafed to think he had partners: you shall find there
A man who is the abstract of all faults
That all men follow.
- Lepidus. I must not think there are
Evils enow to darken all his goodness:
435 His faults in him seem as the spots of heaven,
More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary,
Rather than purchased; what he cannot change,
Than what he chooses.
- Octavius. You are too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not
440
Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit
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
445 becomes him,—
As his composure must be rare indeed
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
450 His vacancy with his voluptuousness,
Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones,
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
455 As we rate boys, who, being mature in knowledge,
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
And so rebel to judgment.
[Enter a Messenger]
- Lepidus. Here's more news.
460
- Messenger. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour,
Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report
How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea;
And it appears he is beloved of those
That only have fear'd Caesar: to the ports
465 The discontents repair, and men's reports
Give him much wrong'd.
- Octavius. I should have known no less.
It hath been taught us from the primal state,
That he which is was wish'd until he were;
470 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,
Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide,
To rot itself with motion.
475
- Messenger. Caesar, I bring thee word,
Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,
Make the sea serve them, which they ear and wound
With keels of every kind: many hot inroads
They make in Italy; the borders maritime
480 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
Than could his war resisted.
- Octavius. Antony,
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Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once
Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st
Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel
Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against,
Though daintily brought up, with patience more
490 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
The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
495 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—
It wounds thine honour that I speak it now—
Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
500 So much as lank'd not.
- Lepidus. 'Tis pity of him.
- Octavius. Let his shames quickly
Drive him to Rome: 'tis time we twain
Did show ourselves i' the field; and to that end
505 Assemble we immediate council: Pompey
Thrives in our idleness.
- Lepidus. To-morrow, Caesar,
I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
Both what by sea and land I can be able
510 To front this present time.
- Octavius. Till which encounter,
It is my business too. Farewell.
- Lepidus. Farewell, my lord: what you shall know meantime
Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,
515 To let me be partaker.
- Octavius. Doubt not, sir;
I knew it for my bond.
[Exeunt]
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