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I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
Will be himself.

But stirr’d by Cleopatra.-
Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours,
Let's not confound the time with conference harsh :
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
Without some pleasure now: What sport to-night?

Cleo. Hear the ambassadors.

Fye, wrangling queen!
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd!
No messenger ; but thine and all alone,
To-night, we'll wander through the streets, and note
The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
Last night you did desire it :-Speak not to us.

[Exeunt Ant, and CLEOP. with their train. Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius priz'd so Night?

Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
He comes too short of that great property
Which still should go with Antony.

I'm full sorry,
That he approves the common liar, who
Thus speaks of him at Rome : But I will hope
Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! [Exeunt.


The same. Another Room.

Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a Soothsayer.

Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almoft molt absolute Alexas, where's the footh


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sayer that you praised fo to the queen? O, that I knew this husband, which, you say, must change his horns with garlands !

Alex, Soothsayer.
Sooth. Your will ?
Char. Is this the man ?-Is't you, fir, that know things?

Sooth. In nature's infinite book of secrecy,
A little I can read.

Show him your hand.


Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough,
Cleopatra's health to drink.

Char. Good sir, give me good fortune.
Sooth. I make not, but foresee.
Char. Pray then, foresee me one.
South. You fhall be yet far fairer than you are,
Char. He means, in flesh.
Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old.
Char. Wrinkles forbid !
Alex. Vex not his prescience; be attentive.
Char, Hush !
Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than belov d.
Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
Alex. Nay, hear him.

Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them all : let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage : find me to marry me with Octavius Cæfar, and companion me with my

mistress. Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve. Char. O excellent! I love long life better than figs.



Sooth. You have seen and prov'd a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach.

Char. Then, belike, my children shall have no names: Pr’ythee, how many boys and wenches must I have ?

Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb,
And fertile every wish, a million.

Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.
Alex. You think, none but your theets are privy to

your wishes.

Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers.
Alex. We'll know all our fortunes.

Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to night, shall be-drunk to bed.

Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else. Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus presagetlı famine. Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.

Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear.–Pr’ythee, tell her but a worky-day fortune.

Sooth. Your fortunes are alike.
Iras. But how, but how? give me particulars.
Sooth. I have said.
Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than the ?

Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you choose it?

Iras. Nut in my husband's nose.

Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,come, his fortune, his fortune,-0, let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! And let her die too, and give him a worse! and let worse follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold ! Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight; good lsis, I beseech thee!

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Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome man loose-wiv’d, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded; Therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly!

Char. Amen.

Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but they'd do't.

Eno. Hush! here comes Antony.

Not he, the queen.


Cleo. Saw you my lord ?

No, lady,

Was he not here? Char. No, madam.

Cleo. He was dispos’d to mirth: but on the sudden
A Roman thought hath struck him.-Enobarbus,-

Eno. Madam.
Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's Alexas ?
Alex. Here, madam, at your service.--My lord ap-


Enter Antony, with a Messenger, and Attendants.

Cleo. We will not look upon him : Go with us.

CHARMIAN, Soothsayer, and Attendants,
Mes. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field,
Ant. Against my brother Lucius ?

Mef. Ay:
But soon that war had end, and the time's state



Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Cæsar ;
Whose better issue in the war, from Italy,
Upon the first encounter, drave them.

What worst?

Mes. The nature of bad news infects the teller.

Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward.-On:
Things, that are past, are done, with me.—'Tis thus;
Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death,
I hear him as he flatter'd.

(This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian force,
Extended Asia from Euphrătes;
His conquering banner shook, from Syria
To Lydia, and to Ionia ;

Ant. Antony, thou would'st say,

O, my lord!
Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue;
Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome :
Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults
With such full licence, as both truth and malice
Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds,
When our quick winds lie still; and our ills told us,
Is as our earing. Fare thee well a while.
Mef. At your noble pleasure.

[Exit. Ant. From Sicyon how the news ? Speak there. 1 Att. The man from Sicyon.-- Is there such an one? 2 Att. He stay's upon your will. Ant.

Let him

appear. These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,

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