There was no winter in't: An Autumn 'twas, Walk'd Crowns and Coronets, realms and islands were Dol. Cleopatra Cleo. Think you, there was, or might be, such a man As this I dreamt of? Dol. Gentle Madam, no. Cleo. You lye, up to the hearing of the Gods; It's past the fize of dreaming: Nature wants ftuff Dol. Hear me, good Madam: Your lofs is as yourself, great; and you bear it, By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots Cleo. I thank you, Sir. Know you, what Cæfar means to do with me? Change, to reftore an exquifite fine Allufion: which carries its Reafon with it too, why there was no Winter (i. e: no Want, Barennefs,) in his Bounty. -For his Bounty, There was no Winter in't: an Autumn 'twas, I ought to take Notice, that the ingenious Dr. Thirlby like wife ftarted this very Emendation, and had mark'd it in the Margine of his Book. The Reafon of the Depravation might eafily arife from the great Similitude of the two Words in the old way of spelling, Antonie and Automne. (37) -Yet t'imagine An Antony were Nature's piece, 'gainst Fancy, The pointing of this obfcure Paffage was rectified, and the chang- ing Dol Dol. I'm loth to tell you, what I would you knew. Dol. Though he be honourable- All. Make way there, -Cæfar. Enter Cæfar, Gallus, Mecenas, Proculeius, and Attendants. Caf. Which is the Queen of Egypt? Dol. It is the Emperor, Madam. [Cleo. kneels. I pray you, rife, rife, Egypt. Will have it thus; my mafter and my Lord Caf. Take to you no hard thoughts: Cleo. Sole Sir o'th' world, I cannot project mine own cause so well Been laden with like frailties, which before Caf. Cleopatra, know, We will extenuate rather than inforce : If you apply yourself to our intents, (Which tow'rds you are moft gentle) you shall find A benefit in this Change; but if you To lay on me a cruelty, by taking feek Antony's courfe, you fhall bereave yourself If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave. 1 Cleo. And may, through all the world: 'tis yours; and we, Your fcutcheons, and your figns of Conqueft, fhall Hang in what place you pleafe. Here, my good Lord. Caf. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra. Cleo. Cleo. This is the brief of mony, plate, and jewels 'tis exactly valued, (38) I am poffeft of– Not petty things omitted Sel. Here, Madam. where's Seleucus? Cleo. This is my treasurer, let him fpeak, my Lord, Upon his peril, that I have referv'd To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus. Sel. Enough to purchase what you have made known. Cleo. See, Cafar! Oh, behold, How Pomp is follow'd: mine will now be yours, Ev'n make me wild. Oh flave, of no more Truft Than love that's hir'd-What, goeft thou back? thou fhalt Go back, I warrant thee: but I'll catch thine eyes, Though they had wings. Slave, foul-lefs villain, dog, O rarely bafe! Caf. Good Queen, let us intreat you. Cleo. O Cafar, what a wounding fhame is this, That thou, vouchfafing here to vifit me, (38) -'Tis exactly valued, Not petty Things admitted.] Sagacious Editors! Cleopatra gives in a Lift of her Wealth, fays, 'tis exactly valued, but that petty Things are not admitted in this Lift: and then the appeals to her Treasurer, to vouch, that she has referv'd Nothing to herfelf. Nay, and when he betrays her in this Point, fhe is reduced to the fhift of exclaiming against the Ingratitude of Servants to a Prince in his Decline, and of making Apologies for having fecreted certain Trifles. What Confiftency is there in fuch a Conduct? And who does not fee, that we ought to read ? 'Tis exactly valued; Not petty Things omitted. For this Declaration lays open her Falfhood; and makes her angry, when her Treasurer detects her in a direct Lye, Doing the honour of thy Lordlinefs To one fo weak, that mine own fervant should -it fmites me Beneath the Fall I have. Pr'ythee, go hence; Or I fhall fhew the cinders of my fpirits Through th' afhes of my chance; wert thou a man, Caf. Forbear, Seleucus. Cleo. Be't known, that we the Greatest are mifthought For things that others do; and, when we fall, We answer others' merits, in our names Are therefore to be pitied. Caf. Cleopatra, Not what you have referv'd, nor what acknowledg'd, Put we i'th' roll of Conqueft, ftill be't yours; Bestow it at your pleasure, and believe, Cafar's no merchant to make prize with you Of things that merchants fold. Therefore, be cheer'd: Make not your thoughts your prifons; no, dear Queen, For we intend fo to dispose you, as Yourself fhall give us counfel: feed, and sleep. Our care and pity is fo much upon you, That we remain your friend; and fo, adieu. Cleo. My mafter, and my Lord! Caf. Not fo:-adieu, [Exeunt Cæfar and his train. That I should not be noble to myself. But hark thee, Charmian. [Whispers Charmian, Iras. Finish, good lady, the bright day is done, And we are for the dark. 3 Cleo. Cleo. Hie thee again. I've spoke already, and it is provided; Go put it to the haste. Char. Madam, I will. [Exit Charm. Enter Dolabella. Dol. Where is the Queen? Char. Behold, Sir. Cleo. Dolabella. Dol. Madam, as thereto fworn, by your Command, Which my love makes religion to obey, I tell you this Cæfar through Syria Intends his journey, and, within three days, Cleo. Dolabella, I fhall remain your debtor. Dol. I your fervant. Adieu, good Queen; I muft attend on Cafar. [Exit. Cleo. Farewel, and thanks. Now, Iras, what think’st thou? Thou, an Egyptian puppet, fhalt be fhewn With greafy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall Iras. The Gods forbid! Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras: faucy lictors Will catch at us like ftrumpets, and fcall'd rhimers Ballad us out-o'-tune. The quick Comedians Extemp❜rally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels: Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall fee I'th' posture of a whore. Iras. O the good Gods! Cleo. Nay, that's certain. Iras. I'll never fee it; for, I'm fure, my nails |