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 Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life, Eno. I shall do 't. [Exeunt Char. I did not see him since. Cleo. See where he is, who 's with him, what he does : 6 I did not send you ;-If you find him sad, 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 i him. Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish, forbear; In time we hate that which we often fear. Enter ANTONY. I am sick, and sullen. But here comes Antony. Cleo. 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. What says the married woman ?—You may go; • 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, Ant. 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, 8 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 Hear me, queen: Ant. Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius Equality of two domestick powers 9 Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown to strength, Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey, 8 7 The arch of our eye-brows. Smack or flavour 9 Gate. Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten; Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness: Can Fulvia die? Ant. She's dead, my queen: Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read Cleo. Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come; Ant. My precious queen, forbear; And give true evidence to his love, which stands An honourable trial. Cleo. So Fulvia told me. I pr'y thee, turn aside, and weep for her; Like perfect honour. Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more. 1 The commotion she occasioned. And target, Still he mends; But this is not the best: Look, pr'y thee, Charmian, How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his chafe 3. Ant. I'll leave you, lady. Cleo. Courteous lord, one word. Sir, you and I must part, -but that's not it: but there 's not it; That you know well: Something it is I would, O, my oblivion is a very Antony, And I am all forgotten. Ant. But that your royalty Holds idleness your subject, I should take you Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour, To bear such idleness so near the heart As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me; And all the gods go with you! upon your sword Ant. Let us go. Come; That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, [Exeunt. 4 Oblivious memory. |