And get her leave to part.For not alone The death of Fulvia,with more urgent touches, Do strongly speak to us;but the letters too Of many our contriving friends in Rome Petition us at home:Sextus Pompeius Hath given the dare to Caesar,and commands The empire of the sea:our slippery people, Whose love is never link'd to the deserver Till his deserts are past,begin to throw Pompey the Great and all his dignities Upon his son;who,high in name and power, Higher than both in blood and life,stands up For the main soldier:whose quality,going on, The sides o'the world may danger:much is breeding, Which,like the courser's hair,hath yet but life, And not a serpent's poison.Say,our pleasure, To such whose place is under us,requires Our quick remove from hence. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS I shall do't. Exeunt ACT IV SCENE XIV.The same.Another room. MARK ANTONY My good knave Eros,now thy captain is Even such a body:here I am Antony: Yet cannot hold this visible shape,my knave. I made these wars for Egypt:and the queen,-- Whose heart I thought I had,for she had mine; Which whilst it was mine had annex'd unto't A million more,now lost,--she,Eros,has Pack'd cards with Caesar,and false-play'd my glory Unto an enemy's triumph Nay,weep not,gentle Eros;there is left us Ourselves to end ourselves Enter MARDIAN O！thy vile lady！ She has robb'd me of my sword. MARDIAN No,Antony; My mistress loved thee,and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely. MARK ANTONYAnd get her leave to part. For not alone The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too Of many our contriving friends in Rome Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius Hath given the dare to Caesar, and commands The empire of the sea: our slippery people, Whose love is never link'd to the deserver Till his deserts are past, begin to throw Pompey the Great and all his dignities Upon his son; who, high in name and power, Higher than both in blood and life, stands up For the main soldier: whose quality, going on, The sides o' the world may danger: much is breeding, Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life, And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure, To such whose place is under us, requires Our quick remove from hence. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS I shall do't. Exeunt ACT IV SCENE XIV. The same. Another room. MARK ANTONY My good knave Eros, now thy captain is Even such a body: here I am Antony: Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. I made these wars for Egypt: and the queen,-- Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine; Which whilst it was mine had annex'd unto't A million more, now lost,--she, Eros, has Pack'd cards with Caesar, and false-play'd my glory Unto an enemy's triumph. Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us Ourselves to end ourselves. Enter MARDIAN O! thy vile lady! She has robb'd me of my sword. MARDIAN No, Antony; My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely. MARK ANTONY