This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 Excerpt: ... greatest tributaries, them That do acknowledge Csesar, should I find So saucy with the hand of she here,--what's her name, lows, Since she was Cleopatra?--Whip him, fel-Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face, And whine aloud for mercy: take him hence. Thyr. Mark Antony,--Ant. Tug him away; being whipp'd, Bring him again.--The Jack of Caesar's shall Bear us an errand to him.--Exeunt Attendants with Thvrbus. You were half-blasted ere I knew you:--ha I Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawful race, And by a gem of women, to be abused By one that looks on feeders? Cleo Good, my lord--Ant. You have been a boggier ever:--But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't!) the wise gods seel our eyes In our own filth; drop our clear judgments make us To our confusioa Adore our errors; laugh at us while we strut CUo. O, is it come to this? Ant. I found you as a morsel cold upon Dead Caesar's trencher: nay, you were a fragment hours, Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have Luxuriously pick'd out: for, I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is,. Cleo. Wherefore is this? Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards. And say, God quit you! be familiar with My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal, And plighter of high hearts!--O, that I were Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar The horned herd! for I have savage cause; And to proclaim it civilly, were like A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank, I or being yare about him.--Re-ntter Attendants with Thyreos. Is he whipp'd 0 I Att. Soundly, my lord. Ant. Cried he? and begg'd he pardon? 1 Att. He did ask favor. Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter: and ...