Antony and Cleopatra - Arranged for Acting #245851

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.