ANTONY. To him again. Tell him he wears the rose Of youth upon him, from which the world should note Something particular: his coin, ships, legions, May be a coward’s; whose ministers would prevail Under the service of a child as soon As i’ th’ command of Caesar. I dare him therefore To lay his gay comparisons apart, And answer me declined, sword against sword, Ourselves alone. I’ll write it. Follow me. 

 [Exeunt Antony and Ambassador.] 

Antony

Ambassador

 ENOBARBUS. Yes, like enough high-battled Caesar will Unstate his happiness, and be staged to th’ show Against a sworder! I see men’s judgments are A parcel of their fortunes, and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them To suffer all alike. That he should dream, Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will Answer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast subdued His judgment too. 

 Enter a Servant. 

Servant

 SERVANT. A messenger from Caesar. 

 CLEOPATRA. What, no more ceremony? See, my women, Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneeled unto the buds. Admit him, sir. 

 [Exit Servant.] 

Servant

 ENOBARBUS. [Aside.] Mine honesty and I begin to square. The loyalty well held to fools does make Our faith mere folly. Yet he that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen lord Does conquer him that did his master conquer, And earns a place i’ th’ story. 

 Enter Thidias. 

Thidias

 CLEOPATRA. Caesar’s will? 

 THIDIAS. Hear it apart. 

 CLEOPATRA. None but friends. Say boldly. 

 THIDIAS. So haply are they friends to Antony. 

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