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SCENE III,

A Room in CLEOPATRA’s Palace.

CLEOPATRA, CHARMIon, IRAs, and ALEXAS, discovered.

Cle. Where is he? Char. I did not see him since." Cle. [To ALExAs.] 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 dearly, You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him. Cle. What should I do I do not 2 Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in nothing. Cle. Thou teachest like a fool;-the way to lose him. Char. Tempt him not so too far.

Enter ANTony.

But here comes Antony.
Cle. I am sick and sullen. [To CHARMION aside.
Ani. I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose.
Cle. Help me away, dear Charmion, I shall fall;

It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature

Will not sustain it.
Ant. Now, my dearest queen—

Cle. Pray you, stand farther from me. Ant. What’s the matter 2 Cle. I know, by that same eye, there’s some good news; What says the married woman You may go : 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; her’s you are. Ant. The gods best know Cle, O, never was there queen So mightily betray’d Yet, at the first, I saw the treason planted. Ant. Cleopatra Cle. Why should I think you can be mine, and true, 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! Cle. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going; 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, and none our parts so poor, But was a race of Heaven. Ant. Hear me, queen; The strong necessity of time commands Our services awhile; but my full heart Remains in use with you. Our Italy Shines o'er with civil swords; my more particular, And that which most with you should safe my going, Is Fulvia's death. Cle. Her death!—Can Fulvia die? Ant. She’s dead, my queen. Cle. O, most false love! Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill With sorrowful water Now I see, I see, In Fulvia's death, how mine shall be recciyed.

Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,

As you shall give advice. Now, by the fire

That quickens Nilus’ slime, I go out hence
Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war,
As thou affect'st.
Cle. Cut my lace, Charmion; come:
But let it be; I am quickly ill and well,
So Antony loves. o
Ant. My precious queen, forbear;
And give true evidence to his love, which stands
An honourable trial.
Cle. So was Fulvia told:——
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.
Cle. You can do better yet; but this is meetly.
Ant. Now, by my sword
Cle. And target, still he mends;
But this is not the best. Look, pr’ythee, Charmion,
How this Herculian Roman does become
The carriage of his chafe.
Ant. I’ll leave you, lady.
Cle. 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.
Ant. But that your majesty -
Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
For idleness itself.
Cle. Your honour calls you hence:
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,
And all the gods go with you! On your Sword

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Sit laurell’d victory; and smooth success
Be strew'd before your feet!
Ant. Let us go:—Come on ;
Our separation so abides and flies,
That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.
[Exeunt severally.

SCENE IV,
Rome. A Room in CAESAR’s Palace.

Enter Oct Avius CESAR, LEPIDUs, and their
Trains.

Caes. You may see Lepidus, and henceforth know,
It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate
Our great competitor. From Alexandria
This is the news; he fishes, drinks, and wastes
The lamps of night in revel: is not more man-like
Than Cleopatra; nor the queen of Ptolemy
More womanly than he hardly gave audience, or
Wouchafed 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 hereditary
Rather than purchased; what he cannot change,
Than what he chooses.

Caes. You are too indulgent. Grant it not amiss
To give a kingdom for a mirth, to sit A
And keep the turn of tipling with a slave;

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To reel the streets at noon; say this becomes him;
(As his composure must be rare, indeed,
Whom these things cannot blemish;) yet is Antony
No way excused; for to confound such time,
That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud
As our state, with his own, 'tis to be chid
As we rate boys, who, ripening into knowledge,
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
And so rebel to judgment. -

Enter a MESSENGER.

Lep. Here’s more news.

Mess. Pompey is strong at sea;
And, it appears, he is beloved of those
That only have fear'd Caesar: to the ports
The discontents repair, and men's opinions
Give him much wrong’d.

Enter another MESSENGER.

Mess. Caesar, I bring thee word,
Menacrates and Menas, famous pirates,
Make the sea serve them:
No vessel can peep forth, but ’tis as soon
Taken as seen; for Pompey’s name strikes more
Than could his war resisted.

Caes. Antony,
Leave thy lascivious wassels: when thou once
From Mutina wert beaten, at thy heel
Did Famine follow ; whom thou fought'st against,
Though daintily brought up, with patience more
Than savages could suffer; nor disdain’d
The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
The bark of trees thou browsed’st—and all this
Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
So much as lank’d not.

Lep. It is pity of him.

Gos. Let his shame quickly

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