Agr. O, rare for Antony! And made a gap in nature. Agr. Rare Egyptian! Eno. Upon her landing, Antony fent to her, It should be better, he became her guest; For what his eyes eat only. Agr. Royal wench! She made great Cæfar lay his fword to bed; Eno. I saw her once Hop forty paces through the publick street: And having loft her breath, the spoke, and panted, And, breathless, power breathe forth. Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly. Age cannot wither her, nor custom ftale Her Her infinite variety: Other women Cloy th' appetites they feed; but the makes hungry, Become themselves in her; that the holy priests Mec. If beauty, wifdom, modefty, can settle A bleffed lottery to him. Good Enobarbus, make yourself my gueft, Enter CESAR, ANTONY, OCTAVIA between them; Attendants, and a Soothsayer. Ant. The world, and my great office, will fometimes Divide me from your bofom. Read not my blemishes in the world's report: I have not kept my fquare; but that to come Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear lady.— Octa. Good night, fir. Caf. Good night. [Exeunt CESAR and OCTAVIA. Ant. Now, firrah! you do with yourself in Egypt? Sooth. Sooth. 'Would I had never come from thence, nor you Thither! Ant. Sooth. If you can, your reason? I fee't in My motion, have it not in my tongue: But yet Hie you again to Egypt. Ant. Say to me, Whose fortunes fhall rife higher, Cæfar's, or mine? Therefore, O Antony, ftay not by his fide : Where Cæfar's is not; but, near him, thy angel Ant. Speak this no more. Sooth. To none but thee; no more, but when to thee. If thou doft play with him at any game, Thou art fure to lofe; and, of that natural luck, He beats thee 'gainst the odds; thy luftre thickens, Is all afraid to govern thee near him ; But, he away, 'tis noble. Get thee gone: Ant. [Exit Soothsayer. He fhall to Parthia.-Be it art, or hap, I' the east my pleasure lies :-O, come, Ventidius, Lep. Trouble yourselves no further: pray you, haften Your generals after. Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow. Lep. Till I fhall fee you in your foldier's dress, Which will become you both, farewell. Mec. As I conceive the journey, be at mount Before you, Lepidus. Lep. My purposes do draw me much about; We shall, Your way is shorter, SCENE V. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS, Cleo. Give me fome mufick; mufick, moody food Char. My arm is fore, best play with Mardian. Cleo. And when good will is fhow'd, though it come too short, The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now :- Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce I'll think them every one an Antony, And fay, Ah, ha! you're caught. 'Twas merry, when Char. Cleo. diver That time!-O times!- D 2 Ere |