Cle. Make thee a fortune from me.
Mar. But yet, madam-

Cle. I do not like, but yet; it does allay
The good precedence. 'Pr'ythee, pr'ythee, friend,
Pour out thy pack of matter to mine ear,

The good and bad together: He's friends with Cæsar;
In state of health, thou say'st; and, thou say'st, free.
Mar. Free, madam? No; I made no such report:
He's married to Octavia.

Cle. The most infectious pestilence upon thee!
Mar. Good madam, have patience.

Cle. What say you?—hence !

Mar. Gracious madam,

I, that do bring the news, made not the match.
Cle. Say, 'tis not so, a province I will give thee,
And make thy fortunes proud:

And I will boot thee with what gift beside,
Thy modesty can beg.-Come hither, sir.
Mar. I have done my duty.

Cle. Is he married?

I cannot hate thee worse than now I do,

If thou again say, yes.

Mar. Too sure he is; and, ere I quitted Rome, He and Octavia had embark'd for Athens.

Exit MARDION,

Char. Good, your highness, patience.
Cle. Lead me hence,

I faint: O, Iras, Charmion !-'Tis no matter-
Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him
Report the feature of Octavia, her years,
Her inclination; let him not leave out
The colour of her hair: bring me word quickly.

[Exit ALEXAS.

Let him for ever go! Pity me, Charmion,
But do not speak to me. Lead me to my

chamber. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Athens. A Room in ANTONY'S House.

Enter ANTONY and OCTAVIA.

Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,
That were excusable; that, and thousands more
Of semblable import ;--but since we married,
And have dwelt here, in Athens, he hath waged
New wars 'gainst Pompey, made his will, and read it
To public ear;

Spoke scantily of me; when, perforce he could not
But pay me terms of honour, cold, and sickly,
He vented them; most narrow measure lent me :
When the best hint was given him, he not took't,
Or did it from his teeth.

Oct. O, my good lord,

Believe not all; or, if you must believe,
Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady,
If this division chance, ne'er stood between,
Praying for both parts:-Husband win, win brother,
Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway
'Twixt these extremes at all.

Ant. Gentle Octavia,

Let your best love draw to that point which seeks Best to preserve it: If I lose mine honour,

I lose myself; better I were not yours,

Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested, Yourself shall go between us. Meantime, lady, I'il raise the preparation of a war

C

Shall stain your brother; speed you then to Rome,-
So your desires are yours.
Öct. Thanks to my lord.

The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak,
Your reconciler! 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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Alexandria. A Room in CLEOPATRA'S Palace.

CLEOPATRA and IRAS discovered. CLEOPATRA pensively 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→

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?

Is't life or death? 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,

Cle. Make thee a fortune from me.
Mar. But yet, madam-

Cle. I do not like, but yet; it does allay
The good precedence. 'Pr'ythee, pr'ythee, friend,
Pour out thy pack of matter to mine ear,

The good and bad together: He's friends with Cæsar;
In state of health, thou say'st; and, thou say'st, free.
Mar. Free, madam? No; I made no such report:
He's- -married to Octavia.

Cle. The most infectious pestilence upon thee!
Mar. Good madam, have patience.

Cle. What say you?—hence !

Mar. Gracious madam,

I, that do bring the news, made not the match.
Cle. Say, 'tis not so, a province I will give thee,
And make thy fortunes proud:

And I will boot thee with what gift beside,
Thy modesty can beg.-Come hither, sir.
Mar. I have done my duty.

Cle. Is he married?

I cannot hate thee worse than now I do,

If thou again say, yes.

Mar. Too sure he is; and, ere I quitted Rome, He and Octavia had embark'd for Athens.

[Exit MARDION,

Char. Good, your highness, patience.
Cle. Lead me hence,

I faint: O, Iras, Charmion !-'Tis no matter-
Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him
Report the feature of Octavia, her years,
Her inclination; let him not leave out

The colour of her hair: bring me word quickly.

[Exit ALEXAS.

Let him for ever go! Pity me, Charmion,
But do not speak to me.

Lead me to my

chamber. [Exeunt.