Page 2507 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

SERVANT

Soundly, my lord.

ANTONY
Cried he? and begg’d ’a pardon?

SERVANT
He did ask favour.

ANTONY
If that thy father live, let him repent
Thou wast not made his daughter, and be thou sorry [135]

To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since
Thou hast been whipp’d for following him: henceforth
The white hand of a lady fever thee,
Shake thou to look on’t. Get thee back to Cæsar,

Tell him thy entertainment: look thou say [140]
He makes me angry with him. For he seems
Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am
Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,

And at this time most easy ’tis to do ’t:
When my good stars, that were my former guides, [145]
Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike

My speech, and what is done, tell him he has
Hipparchus, my enfranched bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture, [150]
As he shall like to quit me. Urge it thou:

Hence with thy stripes, be gone!
(Exit Thidias.)

CLEOPATRA
Have you done yet?

ANTONY
Alack, our terrene moon
Is now eclips’d and it portends alone

The fall of Antony!