thing but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her winds and waters, fighs and tears: they are greater ftorms and tempefts than almanacks can report. This cannot be cunning in her if it be, fhe makes a show'r of rain as well as Jove. Ant. 'Would I had never seen her! Eno. Oh, Sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work, which, not to have been bleft withal, would have difcredited your travel. Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Sir! Ant. Fulvia is dead. Ant. Dead. Eno. Why, Sir, give the Gods a thankful facrifice: when it pleaseth their Deities to take the wife of a man from him, it fhews to man the tailor of the earth: com. forting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the cafe were to be lamented: this grief is crowned with confolation; your old fmock brings forth a new petticoat, and, indeed, the tears live in an onion that fhould water this forrow. Ant. The bufiness, fhe hath broached in the state, Cannot endure my abfence. Eno. And the business, you have broach'd here, cannot be without you; efpecially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode. Ant. No more light anfwers: let our officers 'Till his deferts are paft,) begin to throw Eno. I'll do't. [Exeunt. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras. Cleo. Where is he? Char. I did not fee him fince. Cleo. See, where he is, who's with him, what he does. I did not fend you :- -If you find him fad, Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him. Cleo. What fhould I do, I do not? Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in nothing. Cleo. Thou teacheft, like a fool: the way to lose him. Char. Tempt him not fo, too far. I wish, forbear; In time we hate that, which we often fear. Enter Antony. But here comes Antony. Cleo. I'm fick, and fullen. Ant. I am forry to give breathing to my purpose. It cannot be thus long, the fides of nature [Seeming to faint. Ant. Ant. Now, my dearest Queen, Cleo. Pray you, ftand farther from me. Ant. What's the matter? Cleo. I know, by that fame eye, there's fome good news. What fays the marry'd woman? you may go; I have no pow'r upon you: hers you are. Cleo. O, never was there Queen Ant. Cleopatra, — Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and true, Though you with fwearing fhake the throned Gods, Who have been falfe to Fulvia? riotous madness To be entangled with thefe mouth-made vows, Which break themselves in fwearing! Ant. Moft fweet Queen, Cleo. Nay, pray you, feek no colour for your going, Blifs in our Brows' bent, none our parts fo poor, Or thou, the greatest foldier of the world, Art turn'd the greatest liar. Ant. How, now, lady? Cleo. I would I had thy inches, thou should't know, There were a heart in Egypt. Ant. Hear me, Queen; The ftrong neceffity of time commands Our fervices a-while; but my full heart Remains in Ufe with you. Our Italy Shines o'er with civil fwords; Sextus Pompeius Equality of two domeftick Pow'rs Breeds fcrupulous faction; the hated, grown to ftrength, Are Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey, Upon the prefent ftate, whofe numbers threaten; Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me free dom, It does from childifhnefs. Can Fulvia die? Ant. She's dead, my Queen. Look here, and at thy fovereign leisure read Cleo. O moft falfe love! Where be the facred vials thou fhouldft fill (4) My more particular, And that which most with you should fave Is Fulvia's Death. my Going, Thus all the more modern Editions: the first and fecond Folio's read, fafe: All corruptedly. Antony is giving feveral reasons to Cleopatra, which make his Departure from Egypt abfolutely neceffary; most of them, reafons of State; but the Death of Fulvia, his Wife, was a particular and private Call, which demanded his Prefence in Italy. But the printed Copies would rather make us believe, that Fulvia's Death fhould prevent, or fave him the Trouble of going. The Text, in this refpect, I dare engage, runs counter to its Mafter's Meaning. Cleopatra is jealous of Antony's Absence; and fufpicious that he is feeking Colours for his Going. Antony replies to her Doubts, with the Reafons that obliged him to be abfent for a Time; and tells her, that, as his Wife Fulvia is dead, and fo fhe has no Rival to be jealous of, that Circumftance fhould be his beft Plea and Excufe, and have the greatest Weight with her for his Going. Who does not fee now, that it ought to be read as I have reform'd the Text? That That quickens Nilus' flime, I go from hence Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come; Ant. My precious Queen, forbear, And give true evidence to his love, which stands Cleo. So Fulvia told me. I pr'ythee, turn afide, and weep for her; Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more. Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly. Cleo. And target-Still he mends: But this is not the beft. Look, pr'ythee, Charmian, The carriage of his chafe. Ant. I'll leave you, lady. Cleo. Courteous Lord, one word; Sir, you and I must part; (but that's not it,) Sir, you and I have lov'd; (but there's not it; And I am all forgotten. Ant. But that your royalty Holds idleness your fubject, I fhould take you Cleo. 'Tis fweating labour, To bear fuch idlenefs fo near the heart; And all the Gods go E Be |