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CLEOPATRA arriving at Taurus.
“... The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the tune of Autes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description : she did lie In her pavilion (cloth of gold, of tissue,) O'erpicturing that Venus, where we see The fancy outwork nature: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, And what they undid, did.
Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides,
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA,
ANTONY taking leave of CLEOPATRA on hearing of
the death of his wife FULVIA.
“ Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going,
Hear me, queen:
My more particular,
Courteous lord, one word.
Act I. S. 3.
The meeting between OCTAVIUS CÆSAR and
I wrote to you,
You have broken
them; The which you both denied.”
Act II. S. 2.
The marriage of ANTONY with OCTAVIA.
“... He's married to Octavia.
Act II. S. 5. Cæsar. You take from me a great part of myself; Use me well in it.”
• ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
The return of OCTAVIA to Rome.
“ Oct. Hail, Cæsar, and my lord ! hail, most dear
Good my lord,
AGRIPPA. Welcome, lady.
Welcome, dear madam. Each heart in Rome does love and pity you.”
Act III. S. 6.
ANTONY perceiving CLEOPATRA's flight from the
battle of Actium.
“ The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral, With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder.
She once being loofd,
Act III. S. 8.
The meeting after the battle.
O my lord, my lord !
Egypt, thou knew'st too well
O, my pardon !"