should be, You know not what it is. 

 CLEOPATRA. Wherefore is this? 

 ANTONY. 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 haltered neck which does the hangman thank For being yare about him. 

 Enter a Servant with Thidias. 

Servant

Thidias

 Is he whipped? 

 SERVANT. Soundly, my lord. 

 ANTONY. Cried he? And begged he pardon? 

 SERVANT. He did ask favour. 

 ANTONY. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry To follow Caesar in his triumph, since Thou hast been whipped for following him. Henceforth The white hand of a lady fever thee; Shake thou to look on’t. Get thee back to Caesar; Tell him thy entertainment. Look thou say He makes me angry with him; for he seems Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am, Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry, And at this time most easy ’tis to do’t, When my good stars that were my former guides Have empty left their orbs and shot their fires Into th’ abysm of hell. If he mislike My speech and what is done, tell him he has Hipparchus, my enfranched bondman, whom He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture, As he shall like, to quit me. Urge it thou. Hence with thy stripes, be gone. 

 [Exit Thidias.] 

Thidias

 CLEOPATRA. Have you done yet? 

 ANTONY. Alack, our terrene moon is now eclipsed, And it portends alone the fall of Antony. 

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