Enter Antony, and Cleopatra, her Ladies; the Train, with Take but good Note, and you fhall fee him, Cleo. If it be Love indeed, tell me how much? Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon❜d. Cleo. I'll fet a bourn how far to be belov'd. Ant. Then muft thou needs find out new Heav'n, new Earth. Enter a Meffenger. Mef. News, my good Lord, from Rome. Cleo. Nay, hear them Antony. Fulvia perchance is angry; or who knows, Ant. How, my Love? Cleo. Perchance, nay, and most like, Cleo. Excellent Falfhood! Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her? I'll feem the Fool I am not. Antony will be himself. Ant. R Ant. But ftirr'd by Cleopatra. Now for the love of love, and his foft Hours, Let's not confound the time with Conference harsh; Ant. Fie wrangling Queen! Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, To Night we'll wander through the Streets, and note [Exeunt with their Train. Dem. Is Cafar with Antonius priz'd fo flight? Dem. I am full forry, that he approves the common Liar, who thus fpeaks of him at Rome; but I will hope of better Deeds to morrow. Reft you happy. [Exeunt. Enter Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, and a Soothsayer. Char. L. Alexas, fweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost most abfolute Alexas, where's the Soothfayer that you prais'd to th' Queen? Oh! that I knew this Hufband, which you fay, muft change his Horns with Gar lands. Alex. Soothfayer. Sooth. Your will? Char. Is this the Man? Is't you, Sir, that know things? Sooth. In Nature's infinite Book of Secrecy, a little I can read. Alex. Shew him your Hand. 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 forefee. Char. Pray then, forefee me one. Sooth. You fhall be yet far fairer than you are. Iras. Iras. No, you fhall paint when Char. Wrinkles forbid. you are old. Alex. Vex not his Patience, be attentive. Char. Huh! Sooth. You fhall be more beloving, than beloved. i. Char. Good now, fome excellent Fortune. Let me be Married to three Kings in a Forenoon, and Widow theme all let me have a Child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do Homage. Find me to marry me with Octavius Cafar, and Companion me with my Miftrefs. M Sooth. You fhall out-live the Lady whom you ferve. K Char. Oh excellent, I love long Life better than Figs. Sooth. You have feen and proved a fairer former Fortune, than that which is to approach. Char. Then belike my Children fhall have no Names; Prithee how many Boys and Wenches muft I have? Sooth. If every of your Wishes had a Womb, And foretel every With, a Million. Char. Out Fool, I forgive thee for a Witch. Alex. You think none but your Sheets are privy to your Wishes. Char. Nay come, tell Iras hers. Alex. We'll know all our Fortunes. Eno. Mine, and most of our Fortunes to night, fhall be to go drunk to Bed. Iras. There's a Palm prefages Chastity, if nothing elfe. Char. E'en as the o'erflowing Nylus prefageth Famine. Iras. Go you wild Bedfellow, you cannot Soothfay. Char. Nay, if an oily Palm be not a fruitful Prognoftication, I cannot fcratch mine Ear. Prithee tell her but a Workyday Fortune. Sooth. Your Fortunes are alike. Iras. But how, but how Sooth. I have faid. give me particulars. Iras. Am I not an inch of Fortune better than the ? Char. Well, if you were but an inch of Fortune better than I; where would you chufe it? Iras. Not in my Husband's Nofe. Char. Our worfer thoughts Heav'ns mend. Alex. Come, his Fortune, his Fortune. Oh let him Marry a Woman that cannot go, fweet Ifis, I beseech thee, and let her die too, and give him a worfe, and let worfe follow worse, 'till the worst of all follow him laughing to his Grave, Fifty-fold a Cuckold. Good is, hear me this Prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more Weight; good Ifis, I befeech thee. Char. Amen, dear Goddefs, hear that Prayer of the People. For, as it is a heart-breaking to fee a handfome Man loofe-wiv'd, fo it is a deadly Sorrow, to behold a foul Knave Uncuckolded; therefore, dear Ifis, keep decorum, and Fortune him accordingly. Char. Amen. Alex. Lo now, if it lay in their Hands to make me a Cuckold, they would make themselves Whores, but they'd do't. Enter Cleopatra. Eno. Hufh, here comes Antony. Char. Not he, the Queen. Cleo. Saw you my Lord ? Eno. No, Lady. Cleo. Was he not here ? 1 Cleo. He was difpos'd to Mirth, but on the fudden A Roman thought had ftruck him. Enobarbus. Eno. Madam. Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither; where's Alexas ? Alex. Here at your Service, my Lord approaches. Enter Antony with a Meffenger and Attendants. Cleo. We will not look upon him; go with us. [Exeunt. Mef. Fulvia thy Wife, firft came into the Field. Ant. Against my Brother Lucius ? Mef. Ay, but foon that War had end, and the times ftate Made Friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Cafar, Whose better Iffe in the War of Italy, Upon the first encounter drave them. Ant. Well, what worft? Mef. The Nature of bad News infects the Teller. Ant. Ant. When it concerns the Fool or Coward; on. Things that are paft, are done, with me. 'Tis thus, Who tells me true, though in his Tale lye Death, I hear him as he flatter'd. Mef. Labienus, this is ftiff News, Hath, with his Parthian Force, extended Afia; Banner fhook, from Syria to Lydia, And to Ionia, whilst Ant. Antony thou would'ft fay. Mef. Oh, my Lord. Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general Tongue, Name Cleopatra as fhe is call'd in Rome : Rail thou in Fulvia's Phrafe, and taunt my Faults Mef. At your Noble Pleasure. Ant. From Scicion how the News ? fpeak there. Ant. Let him appear ; Thefe ftrong Egyptian Fetters I must break, 2 Mef. Fulvia thy Wife is dead. Ant. Where died the ? 2 Mef. In Scicion, her length of Sickness With what else more ferious, Importeth thee to know, this bears. Ant. Forbear me. There's a great Spirit gone, thus did I defire it, The oppofite of it felf; fhe's good being gone, Enter |