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Upon his son; who, high in name and power,
(Exeunt. SCENE III. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS.
Cleo. Where is he?
[Exit Alexas. Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him
Cleo. What should I do, I do not?
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.
Cleo. I am sick, and sullen.
pose, Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall
Ant. Now my dearest queen,-
. 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
Ant. Most sweet queen,-
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.
ý Render my going not dangerous.
Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me
Ant. She's dead, my queen:
Cleo. O most false love!
Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know
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.
# Can Fulvia be dead?
Mud of the river Nile.
1 Oblivious memory.
Ant. But that your royalty
Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour,
Sit laureld victory! and smooth success - Be strew'd before your feet!
Ant. Let us go. Come ;
[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.