Antony and Cleopatra e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Caes. 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 The lamps of' night in revel; is not more manlike Than Cleopatra, nor the queen Of Ptolemy More womanly than he; hardly gave audience, or Vouchsat'd to think he. Had partners: you shall find A man, who is the abstract of all faults That all men follow 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 Rather than purchas'd; What he cannot. Change, Than What he chooses. 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 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, Whom these things cannot blemish yet must Antony No way excuse his soils, when we do bear So great weight 111 his lightness. (enter a Messenger.) Here's more news.' Thy biddings have been done; and every hour, Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have Ieport How 'tis abroad. Pompey is sti Ong at sea.