1 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. Then muft thou needs find out new Heav'n, new Earth. Enter a Messenger. 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 moft like, You must not ftay here longer, your difmiffion Cleo. Excellent Falfhood! Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her? Ant. Ant. But ftirr'd by Cleopatra. Now for the love of love, and his foft Hours, Ant. Fie wrangling Queen! Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, To make it felf in thee fair and admir'd. To Night we'll wander through the Streets, and note [Exeunt with their Train. Dem. Is Cafar with Antonius priz'd fo flight? Which ftill fhould go with Antony. 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 Garlands. Alex. Soothsayer. 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, foresee me one. Sooth. You fhall be yet far fairer than you are. Char. He means in Flesh. Iras. Ant. The Bufinefs the hath broached in the State, Cannot endure my Abfence. Eno. And the Bufinefs you have broach'd here cannot be without you, efpecially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your Aboad. Ant. No more like Anfwers: Let our Officers Eno. I fhall do't. 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 do's: I did not fend you. If you find him fad, Say I am Dancing: if in Mirth, report That I am fudden fick. Quickly, and return. 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? [Exeunt. Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in nothing. Cleo. Thou teacheft like a Fool: the way to lofe him. Char. 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 am Sick, and fullen. Ant. I am forry to give Breathing to my purpose. Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I fhall fall, It cannot be thus long, the fides of Nature [Seeming to faint. Will not fuftain it. 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. I have no Pow'r upon you: Hers you are. Cleo. Oh never was there Queen Ant. Cleopatra. Cleo. Why fhould I think you can be mine, and true, Though you with Swearing fhake the throned Gods, Who have been falfe to Fulvia? Riotous Madness! To be entangled with thofe Mouth-made Vows, Which break themfelves in Swearing. 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 Soldier of the World, Ant. How now, Lady? Cleo. I would I had thy Inches, thou fhould't know There were a Heart in Egypt. Ant. Hear me, Queen; The ftrong neceffity of time, commands Our Our fervices awhile; but my full Heart Equality of two Domeftick Pow'rs, Breed fcrupulous Faction; the hated, grown to Strength, 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 leifure read Cleo. O moft falfe Love! Where be the facred Viols thou fhould'ft fill Cleo. Cut my Lace, Charmian, come, So Anthony loves. Ant. My precious Queen forbear, And give true evidence to his Love, which ftands Cleo. So Fulvia told me. I prithee turn afide, and weep for her, |