Page 2505 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth,
And cry ‘Your will?’ Have you no ears?
I am Antony yet.

Enter Servants.

Take hence this Jack, and whip him.

ENOBARBUS

(Aside.) ’Tis better playing with a lion’s whelp,
Than with an old one dying.

ANTONY
Moon and stars, [95]
Whip him. Were’t twenty of the greatest tributaries
That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I find them

So saucy with the hand of she here, − what’s her name,
Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him, fellows,
Till like a boy you see him cringe his face, [100]
And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.

THIDIAS

Mark Antony!

ANTONY

Tug him away: being whipp’d
Bring him again: this Jack of Cæsar’s shall
Bear us an errand to him.
(Exeunt servants with Thidias.)

You were half blasted ere I knew you: ha? [105]
Have I my pillow left unpress’d in Rome,
Forborne the getting of a lawful race,
And by a gem of women, to be abus’d

By one that looks on feeders?

CLEOPATRA
Good my lord, −