O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see Dol. No more-I will not hear it. Ant. 'Twas Heaven, or somewhat more; For she so charm'd all hearts, that gazing crowds Stood panting on the shore, and wanted breath To give their welcome voice. Then, Dolabella, where was then thy soul? Dol. And should my weakness be a plea for yours? Ven. Yes, emperor, a true one. Dol. A friend so tender, that each word I speak Stabs my own heart, before it reach your ear. O, judge me not less kind because I chide: To Cæsar I excuse you. Ant. O ye gods! Have I then lived to be excused to Cæsar! Dol. As to your equal. Ant. Well, he's but my equal: While I wear this he never shall be more. Dol. I bring conditions from him. Ant. Are they noble ? Methinks thou should'st not bring 'em else: granting this, What power was theirs, who wrought so hard a temper To honourable terms? It was my Dolabella, or some god. F Dol. Nor I; nor yet Mæcenas, nor Agrippa: Ant. 'Twas like a Roman done: Shew me that person, Who has preserved my life, my love, my honour; Bring us but face to face. Ven. That task is mine; And, Heaven, thou know'st how pleasing! Dol. You'll remember To whom you stand obliged? Ant. When I forget it, Exit VENTIDIUS. Be thou unkind; and that's my greatest curse. Dol. I fear she will not. Ant. She shall, she shall: the queen, my Dolabella! Hast thou not still some grudgings of thy fever? Dol. I would not see her lost. Ant. When I forsake her, Leave me, my better stars; for she has truth Re-enter VENTIDIUS with OCTAVIA. Ant. Where? Octavia there? [Starting back. Ven. What, is she poison to you? A disease? Look on her, view her well. Dol. For shame, my lord, if not for love, receive her With kinder eyes. If you confess a man, Meet her, embrace her, bid her welcome to you. Ant. I stood amazed to think how she came hither. Ven. I sent to her; I brought her in, unknown To Cleopatra's guards. Dol. Yet, are you cold? Oct. Thus long I have attended for my welcome, Which, as a stranger, sure I might expect. Who am I? Ant. Cæsar's sister. Oct. That's unkind! Had I been nothing more than Cæsar's sister, In spite of Cæsar's sister, still is yours. 'Tis true, I have a heart disdains your coldness, Ant. I fear, Octavia, you have begg'd my life. Ant. Yes, begg'd it, my ambassadress. Ant. I will not need it. Come, you've all betray'd me; My friend, too! to receive some vile conditions. The life she gave. Oct. My hard fortune Subjects me still to your unkind mistakes. Your love as alms, nor beg what I deserve. ; He shall draw back his troops, and you shall march But only keep the barren name of wife, And rid you of the trouble. Ven. Was ever such a strife of sullen honour ? Both scorn to be obliged. Dol. O, she has touch'd him in the tend'rest part. See how he reddens with despite, and shame, To be outdone in generosity! Ven. See how he winks! how he dries up a tear, That fain would fall! Ant. Octavia, I have heard you, and must praise The greatness of your soul, But cannot yield to what you have proposed; Ant. Then I must be obliged To one who loves me not; who, to herself, Ven. I'm glad it pinches there. Oct. Would you exult o'er poor Octavia's virtue ? That pride was all I had to bear me up; That you might think you owed me for your life, my bed. I have been injured, and my haughty soul I should not love you. Ant. Therefore you would leave me? Oct. And therefore I should leave you,-if I could. Ant. I am vanquish'd. Take me, Octavia ; [Embracing her. I've been a thriftless debtor to your love, But all shall be amended. Oct. O, blest hour! Dol. Happy change! Ven. My joy stops at my tongue; But it has found two channels here, for one, Ant. [To OCTAVIA.] This is thy triumph; lead Even to thy brother's camp. Oct. All there are yours. Enter ALEXAS, hastily. Alex. The queen, my mistress, sir, and yours- Octavia, you shall stay this night; to-morrow, [Exit, leading OCTAVIA; DOLABELLA follows. Ven. There's news for you; run, my officious pandar; Be sure to be the first; haste forward: go- [Exeunt. |