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Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general

tongue ; Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome: Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults With such full licence, as both truth and malice Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth

weeds, When our quick winds lie still; and our ills told us, Is as our earing. 3 Fare thee well a while. Mess. At your noble pleasure.

[Exit. Ant. From Sicyon how the news? Speak there. 1 Att. The man from Sicyon.— Is there such an 2 Att. He stays upon your will. Ant.

Let him

appear, These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,

one ?

Enter another Messenger.
Or lose myself in dotage. - What are you?

2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead.
Ant.

Where died she?
2 Mess. In Sicyon:
Her length of sickness, with what else more serious
Importeth thee to know, this bears. [Gives a Letter.
Ant.

Forbear me.

[Exit Messenger. There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it: What our contempts do often hurl from us, We wish it ours again ; the present pleasure, By revolution lowering, does become The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone;' The hand could pluck her back, that shov'd her on. I must from this enchanting queen break off; Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, My idleness 'doth hatch.-How now! Enobarbus!

2 In some editions minds.. 3 Tilling, ploughing; prepares us to produce good seed. VOL. VIII.

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Enter ENOBARBUS. Eno. What 's your pleasure, sir ? Ant. I must with haste from hence,

Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: We see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer our departure, death 's the word.

Ant. I must be gone.

Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women die: It were pity to cast them away for nothing ; though, between them and a great cause, they should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly; I have seen her die twenty times

upon

far

poorer moment.
Ant. She is cunning past man's thought.

Eno. Alack, sir, no ; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of

pure

love: We cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacks can report: this cannot be cunning in her ; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.

Ant. 'Would I had never seen her! Eno. O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work; which not to have been blessed withal, would have discredited

your

travel.
Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Eno. Sir?
Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Eno. Fulvia ?
Ant. Dead.

Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth ; comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are others to make new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented: this grief is crowned with consolation ;. and, indeed, the tears live in an onion, that should water this

sorrow.

Ant. The business she hath broached in the state, Cannot endure my absence.

Eno. And the business you have broached here cannot be without you ; especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode.

Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers
Have notice what we purpose. I shall break
The cause of our expedience to the queen,
And get her loves to part. For not alone
The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too
Of many our contriving friends in Rome
Petition us at home : Sextus Pompeius
Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands
The empire of the sea : our slippery people
(Whose love is never link'd to the deserver,
Till his deserts are past,) begin to throw
Pompey the great, and all his dignities,
Upon his son; who, high in name and power,
Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
For the main soldier: whose quality, going on,
The sides o' the world may danger: Much is

breeding,
Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure,
To such whose place is under us, requires
Our quick remove from hence.
Eno. I shall do 't.

Exeunt

SCENE III

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and

ALEXAS. Cleo. Where is he? * Expedition.

5 Leave.

Char.

I did not see him since.
Cleo. See where he is, who 's with him, what he

does :
I did not send you o ;- If you find him sad,
Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report
That I am sudden sick: Quick, and return.

[Exit Alex. Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him

dearly,
You do not hold the method to enforce
The like from him.
Cleo.

What should I do, I do not?
Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in

nothing. Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool : the way to lose

him. Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish, forbear; In time we hate that which we often fear.

Enter Antony.

But here comes Antony.
Cleo.

I am sick, and sullen,
Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my pur-

pose,
Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall;
It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
Will not sustain it.
Ant.

Now,

my

dearest queen,
Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me.
Ant.

What's the matter ?
Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some good

news.

the married woman ?– You may go; 'Would, she had never given you leave to come! Let her not say, 'tis I.that keep you here, I have no power upon you; hers you are.

What says

6 Look as if I did not send you.

Ant. The gods best know,
Cleo.

O, never was there queen
So mightily betray'd! Yet, at the first,
I saw the treasons planted.
Ant.

Cleopatra,
Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and

true,
Though you in swearing

shake the throned gods, Who have been false to Fulvia ? Riotous madness, To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, Which break themselves in swearing! Ant.

Most sweet queen, Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your

going, But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying, Then was the time for words : No going then ;Eternity was in our lips, and eyes; Bliss in our brows' bent?; none our parts so poor, But was a race * of heaven : They are so still, Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world, Art turn'd the greatest liar. Ant.

How now, lady! Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou should'st

know, There were a heart in Egypt. Ant.

Hear me, queen: The strong necessity of time commands Our services a while; but

my

full heart Remains in use with you. Our Italy Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius Makes his approaches to the portof Rome : Equality of two domestick powers Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown to

strength, Are newly grown to love: the condemn’d Pompey, Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace Into the hearts of such as have not thriv'd

9 Gate.

7 The arch of our eye-brows. 8 Smack or flavour

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