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Shall stain your brother; speed you then to Rome,
So your desires are yours, -
Oct. Thanks to my lord.
The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak,
Your reconcilers Wars 'twixt you twain would be
As if the world should cleave, and that slain men
Should solder up the rift.
Ant. Well, well, the ship awaits you in the harbour:
Choose your own company, and command what cost
Your heart has mind to.
Oct. Oh, my lord—Farewell !
Ant. The April's in thy eyes;
Thy tongue will not obey thy heart, nor will
Thy heart inform thy tongue: the swan's down feather
Thus stands upon the swell, at full of tide,
And neither way inclines.—Come on, Octavia;
I’ll lead thee to the shore. [Exeuilt,

SCENE IV,

Alexandria. A Room in CLEOPATRA’s Palace,

CLEOPATRA and IRAs discovered. CLEOPATRA pen

sively reclined on a Couch.

Cle. Athens may well be proud it circles, now,

Within its walls, Bellona’s paragon;
The man of men;—ay me! the married man.
Would that Mark Antony could see me thus!
Sure he would sigh, for he is noble-natured,
And bears a tender heart, I know him well—

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Ah, no, I know him not; I knew him once,
But now, 'tis past.
Iras, Let it be past with you—
Forget him, madam.
Cle. Never, never, Iras.

Faithless, ungrateful, cruel though he be,

I still must love him.

Enter CHARMIon.

Now, what news, my Charmion ?
Char. The man, whom you dispatch'd in trust to
Athens,
Newly return'd, now waits upon your will.
Cle, [Starting up.] Will Antony be kind —or quite
forsake me 2
Is’t life or death 2 for when he gave his answer,
Fate took the word, and then I died or lived.
Char. Madam, the messenger.

Enter MARDIon.

Cle, Say, had'st thou audience
Of great Mark Antony

Mar. I found him, madam,
Encompass'd by a throng that shouted round him —
When he beheld me struggling through the crowd,
He blush'd, and bade make way.

Cle. There’s comfort yet! [Apart from MARDIon.
Proceed.

Mar. I told my message,
Just as you gave it, broken and dishearted;
Told him, you only begg’d a last farewell;—
Presented next your letter, which he read,
Then fetch'd an inward groan, and only sigh’d,
As if his heart was breaking. Thus we parted.

Cle. [Apart.] That inward groan gives hopes he

may be here,

If but to say, farewell.—Saw'st thou Octavia?

Mar. Madam, I did; for, as I reach'd the land,

I view'd her standing at her vessel's prow,
To sail for Italy: our barks approach'd
Almost to contact.
Cle. Italy why thither 2
Mar. To reconcile, at Rome, (so rumour spake)
Divisions which, of late, forebode a war
Between her lord and Caesar.

Cle. Blest forebodings! Long may divisions last, that can divide

That mate, ill-mated, from Mark Antony. [Apart.

Is she as tall as I?
Mar. She is not, madam.
Cle. Dwarfish l—he ne'er will like her long.
Char. O, Isis :
Like her ? it is impossible.
Cle. I think so.--
What majesty is in her air : Remember,
If e'er thou look’dst on majesty.
Mar. She stoops.
She shews a body, rather than a life;
A statue, than a breather.
Cle. Is this certain
Mar. Or I have no observance.
Cle. There's nothing in her yet :
The fellow has good judgment.
Char. Excellent.

Cle. Bear'st thou her face in mind? Is’t long, or

round 2 Mar. Round, even to faultiness.

Cle. For the most part too,

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They are foolish that are so. Her hair, what colour? Mar. Brown, madam; and her forehead is as low

As she would wish it.
Cle. There is gold for thee.

[IRAs gives him a purse. Exit MARDIon.

Char. A proper man.

Cle. Indeed, he is so; why, methinks, by him,

This creature’s no such thing.

Char. O, nothing, madam. Cle. The man hath seen some majesty, and should know. Char. Hath he seen majesty 2 Isis else defend, And serving you so long ! Cle. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmion;– But, 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me Where I will write: All may be well enough. Char. I warrant you, madam. [Grand flourish. [Shouting without..] Antony Antony |

Enter ANTony and ENOBARBUs.

Cle. O, this I prophesied [Rushes forward to meet ANToNY. My love! my lord So quick to follow thus my messenger!— Ant. Well, madam, we are met. [Coldly. Cle. Is this a meeting 2 Then, meet we but to part 2 Ant. We must 5–for ever. Cle. Who says we must? Ant. Our own hard fates. Cle. We make those fates ourselves. Ant. i. we have made ’em ; we have loved each Other

Into our mutual ruin.

Cle. The gods have seen my joys with envious eyes; I have no friends in Heaven, and all the world ls arm'd against my love: Even you yourself Join with the rest; you, you are arm'd against me. Ant. I will be justify’d in all I do, To late posterity; and therefore hear me. If I mix a lie With any truth, reproach me freely with it; Else favour me with silence. Cle. You command me, And I am dumb.

Eno. I like this well. He shows authority. o

Ant. That I derive my ruin From you alone— Cle. O, Heavens ! I ruin you! Ant. You promised me your silence, and you break it, Ere I have scarce begun. " Cle. Well, I obey you. Ant. When I beheld you first, it was in Egypt, Ere Caesar saw your eyes: You gave me love, And were too young to know it; that I settled Your father on his throne, was for your sake; I left th’ acknowledgment for time to ripen: Caesar stept in, and with a greedy hand Pluck'd the green fruit, ere the first blush of red, Yet cleaving to the bough. . He was my lord, And was, beside, too great for me to rival. When, after, I beheld you in Cilicia, An enemy to Rome, I pardon'd you. Cle. I clear'd myself. Ant. Again you break your promise. I loved you still, and took your weak excuses; Took you into my bosom, stain’d by Caesar, And not half mine. I went to Egypt with you, And hid me from the bus’ness of the world; Shut out enquiring nations from my sight, To give whole years to you. JEno. 'Tis all too true. Ant. Fulvia, my wife, grew jealous, As she, indeed, had reason; raised a war To call me back-While in your arms I lay, The world fell mould’ring from my hands each hour, And left me scarce a grasp. Cle. Yet may 1 speak 2 Ant. If I have urged a falsehood, yes; else not.— Your silence says, I have not. Fulvia died; (Pardon, ye gods ! with my unkindness died,) To set the world at peace, I took Octavia,

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