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SCENE II.-The same. Another Room. Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, A L'EXAS, and a SOOTHSAYER.
Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen? 0, that I knew this husband, which, you say, must change his horns with garlands ! Aler. Soothsayer. Sooth. Your will? Char. Is this the man ?-Is't you, Sir, that know
Chur. Good Sir, give me good fortune.
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 : tind me to marry me with Octavius Cæsar, 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 proved a fairer former
fortune Than that which is to approach.
Char. Then, belike, my children shall have no names * : Proythee, how many boys and wenches must I have
# Shall be bastards.
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 sheets are privy to your wishes.
Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers.
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 presageth famine.
Irus. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.
Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear.–Proy. ihee, tell her but a worky-day fortune.
Sooth. Your fortunes are alike.
Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than she?
Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you choose it?
Iras. Not in my husband's nose.
Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend ! A. lexas,-come, his fortune, his fortune.-0, let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I be. seech 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 Isis, I beseech thee !
Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people! For, as it is a heart-breaking to see a landsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded; therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly!
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.
* An Egyptian goddess.
Cleo. Saw you my lord ?
Charmian, Soothsayer, and Attendants.
Mess. 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.
Mess. Labienus (This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian force, Extended * Asia from Euphrates; His
conquering banner shook, from Syria To Lydia, and to lonia; Ant. Antony, thou wouldst say, Mess. O, my lord ! Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general
tongue ; Name Cleopatra as she's call’å in Rome : Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults
With such full licence, as both truth and malice
[Exit. Ant. From Sicyon how the news ? Speak there. 1 Att. The man froin Sicyon.-Is there such an
Ant. Let him appear.-
Enter another MESSENGER.
2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead.
2 Mess. In Sicyon : Her length of sickness, with what else more serions Importeth thee to know, this bears. [Gives a Letter. Ant. Forbear me.
[Exit Messenger. There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it : What our contempts do often hurl from us, We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, By revolution lowering, does become The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone ; The hand could pluck her back, that shoved her on. I must from this enchanting queen break off ; Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, My-idleness doth hatch.-How now! Enobarbus!
Enter ENOBARBUS. Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir? Ant. I must with haste fronı hence.
Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: we see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer our departure, death's the word.
Ant. I must be gone. Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women die: it were pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between them and a great cause, they should be esteem'd nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly; I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do think, there is metlle in death, which com.
*In some editions minds.
+ Tilling, ploughing: prepares us to produce good seed.
mits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying.
Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. Eno. Alack, Sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love: we cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.
Ant. 'Would I had never seen her!
Eno. 0, Sir, you had then left unseen a wonder. ful piece of work ; which not to have been blessed withal, would have discredited your travel,
Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Eno. Why, Sir, give the gods a thankful sacri. fice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shews to man the tailors of the earth; comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented; this grief is crown'd with consolation; your old smock brings forth a petticoat :-And, indeed, the tears live in an onion, that should water this sorrow.
Ant. The business she hath broach'd in the state, Cannot endure my absence.
Eno. And the business you have broach'd here cannot be without you ; especially that of Cleopa. tra's, which wholly depends on your abode.
Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers
+ Leave. VOL, V.