SCENE II. Another Room. Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a Soothsayer. Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where 's the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen? O, that I knew this husband, which, you say, must change his horns with garlands! Alex. Soothsayer. Char. Is this the man? things? Sooth. In nature's infinite book of secrecy, A little I can read. Alex, Show him your hand. Enter ENOBArbus. Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough, Cleopatra's health to drink. Char. Good sir, give me good fortune. Sooth. I make not, but foresee. Char. Pray then, foresee me one. Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you are. Char. He means, in flesh. Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old. Char. Wrinkles forbid! Alex. Vex not his prescience; be attentive. Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than beloved. Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them all: find me to marry me with Octavius Cæsar, and companion me with my mistress. Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve. Char. O excellent! I love long life better than figs. Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach. Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers. Alex. We'll know all our fortunes. Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall be drunk to bed. - Char. Pr'y thee, tell her but a worky-day fortune. Iras. But how, but how? give me particulars. Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas, come, his fortune, his fortune. - O, let him marry, sweet Isis', I beseech thee! And let her die, and give him a worse! and let worse follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave. Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee! Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people! Dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly! Char. Amen. Char. No, madam. Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him.—Enobarbus,— An Egyptian goddess. Eno. Madam. Cleo. Seek him and bring him hither. Where's Alexas? Alex. Here, madam, at your service. My lord approaches. Enter ANTONY, with a Messenger and Attendants. Cleo. We will not look upon him: Go with us. [Exeunt CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBus, Alexas, IRAS, CHARMIAN, Soothsayer, and Attendants. Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. Ant. Against my brother Lucius ? Mess. Ay: But soon that war had end, and the time's state Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Cæsar; Whose better issue in the war, from Italy, Upon the first encounter, drave them. Ant. What worst? Well, Mess. The nature of bad news infects the teller. Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward. · On: Things, that are past, are done, with me.-'Tis thus; Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, Mess. Labienus (This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian force, His conquering banner shook, from Syria Whilst 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 When our quick winds' lie still; and our ills told us, [Exit. Ant. From Sicyon how the news? Speak there. 1 Att. The man from Sicyon.- Is there such an one ? 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: The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone; 2 In some editions minds.. 3 Tilling, ploughing; prepares us to produce good seed. 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. 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, |