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Upon his son; who, high in name and power,
Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
For the main soldier : whose quality, going on,
The sides o’ the world may danger: much is

Which, like the courser's I hair, hath yet but life,
And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure,
To such whose place is under us, requires
Our quick remove from hence.
Eno. I shall do't.


Cleo. Where is he?
Char. I did not see him since.
Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what he

does :
I did not send you* ;-If you find him sad,
Say, I am dancing ; if in mirth, report
That I am sudden sick : quick, and return.

[Exit Alexas. Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him

You do not hold the method to enforce
The like from him.

Cleo. What should I do, I do not?
Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in

nothing. Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool; the way to lose

him. Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish, forbear; In time we hate that which we often fear.

But here comes Antony.

Cleo. I am sick, and sullen.
Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my pur-

pose, Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall

I cannot be thus long, the sides of nature ,
Will not sustain it.

Ant. Now my dearest queen,-
Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me.
Ant. What's the matter?
Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some

good news.
What says the married woman ?-You may go;

. Look as if I did not send you.

'Would she had never given you leave to come! Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here, I have no power upon you; hers you are.

Ant. The gods best know,

Cleo. 0, never was there queen So mightily betray'd ! Yet, at the first, I saw the treasons planted. Ant. Cleopatra,Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and

Though you in swearing shake the throned gods,
Who have been false to Fulvia ? Riotous madness,
To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
Which break themselves in swearing!

Ant. Most sweet queen,-
Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your

But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying,
Then was the time for words: no going then;
Eternity was in our lips, and eyes ;
Bliss in our brows' bent* ; none our parts so poor,
Bat was a racet of heaven : they are so still,
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
Art turn'd the greatest liar.
Ant. How now, lady!
Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou shouldst

know, There were a heart in Egypt.

Ant. Hear me, queen: The strong necessity of time commands Our services a while; but my full heart Remains in use with you. Our Italy Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeias Makes his approaches to the port of Rome : Equality of two domestic powers Breeds scrupulous faction: the hated, grown to

strength, Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey, Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace Into the hearts of such as have not thrived Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten; And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge By any desperate change : my more particular, And that which most with you should safe s my

going, Is Fulvia's death. • The arch of our eye-brows. + Smack or flavour.

Gate, A

ý Render my going not dangerous.

Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me

It does from childishness :-Can Fulvia die

Ant. She's dead, my queen:
Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read
The garboils she awaked t; at the last, best:
See, when, and where she died.

Cleo. O most false love!
Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill
With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,
In Fulvia's death, how mine received shall be.

Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know
The purposes 1 bear; which are, or cease,
As you shall give the advice : Now, by the fire
That quickens Nilus' slime f, go from hence,
Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war,
As thou affect'st.

Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come ;But let it be- I am quickly ill, and well : So Antony loves.

Ant. My precious queen, forbear; And give true evidence to his love, which stands An honourable trial.

Cleo. So Fulvia told me. I pr’ythee, turn aside, and weep for her; Then bid adieu to me, and say, the tears Belong to Egypt : Good now, play one scene Of excellent dissembling; and let it look Like perfect honour. Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more. Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly, Ant. Now, by my sword,

Cleo. And target,-still he mends; But this is not the best: look, pr’ythee, Charmian, How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his chafe ll.

Ant. I'll leave you, lady.

Cleo. Courteous lord, one word.
Sir, you and I must part,- but that's not it:
Sir, you and I have loved,-but there's not it;
That you know well: something it is I would,
O, my oblivion is a very Antony,
And I am all forgotten.

# Can Fulvia be dead?
+ The commotion she occasioned.

Mud of the river Nile.
To me, the queen of Egypt.
| Heat.

1 Oblivious memory.

Ant. But that your royalty
Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
For idleness itself.

Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour,
To bear such idleness so near the heart
As Cleopatra this. But, Sir, forgive me;
Since my becomings kill me, when they do not
Eye welí to you : your hononr calls you hence;
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,
And all the gods go with you! Upon your sword

Sit laureld victory! and smooth success - Be strew'd before your feet!

Ant. Let us go. Come ;
Our separation so abides, and fies,
That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
And I, hence feeting, here remain with thée.

[Exeunt. SCENE IV.- Rome.-An Apartment in Cæsar's

House. Enter OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, Lepidus, and Attendants. Cæs. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth

know, It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate One great competitor *: from Alexandria This is the news; he fishes, drinks, and wastes The lamps of night in revel : is not more manlike Than Cleopatra ; nor the queen Ptolemy More womanly than be: hardly gave audience, or Vouchsared to think he had partners : you shall

find there A man, who is the abstract of all faults That all men follow,

Lep. I must not think, there are Evils enough to darken all his goodness : His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven, More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary, Rather than purchased t; what he cannot change, Than what he chooses.

Cæs. You are too indulgent: let us grant, it is not Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy; To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit And keep the turn of tippling with a slave ; To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet With knaves that smell of sweat : say, this becomes


• Associate or partner.
+ Procured by his own fault.

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