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Friends and Followers of
Friends to Cæfas.
Friends to Pompey.
Servants to Cleopatra.
Messengers, and other Attendants.
Antony and Cleopatra.
ACT 1. SCENE I.
Enter Demetrius and Philo.
O’erflows the measure ; those his goodly eyes,
That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front. His captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breaft, réneges all temper, And is become the bellows and the fan To cool a gypsy's luft. Look where they come ! Enter Antony, and Cleopatra, ber Ladies in the Train,
Eunucbs fanning ber.
Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much?
Enter a Meffenger.
Fulvia perchance is angry ; or who knows,
Ant. How, my love ?
Cleo. Perchance, (nay, and most like,) You must not stay here longer, your dismission Is come from Cæfar ; therefore hear it, Antony. Where's Fulvia's process ? Cæsar's ? I would lay ; both ? Call in the messengers ; as I'm Ægypt's Queen, Thou blusheft, Antony, and that blood of thine Is Cæfar's homager : so thy cheeks pay shame, When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds. The messengers.
Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide arch
Cleo. Excellent falfhood!
Ant. But ftirr'd by Cleopatra : .
Cleo. Hear the ambaffadors.
Ant. Fie, wrangling Queen!
whose every passion fully Atrives
To weep ;.
Last night you did defire it.' Speak not to us.
[Exeunt with their train. Dem. Is Cæfar with Antonius prizid fo Night?
Phil. Sir, fometimes, when he is not Antony,
Dem. I'm sorry,
SCENE II. Enter Ænobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, and a Sootbfayer.
Cbar. Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost moft absolute Alexas, where's the Soothsayer that you prais'd to th' Queen ? Oh! that I knew this husband which, you say, must change for horns his garlands,
Alex. Soothsayer !
Sootb. In nature's infinite book of secrecy,
Alex. Shew him your hand.
Cbar. Good Sir, give me
Sootb. Madam, I make not, but foresee.
Sootb. You shall be yet
Cbar. He means in flesh.
Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me be married to three Kings in a forenoon, and widow them all ;
let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage. Find me, to marry me with, Oétavius Cae far; and companion me with my mistress.
Sooth. You shall out-live the lady whom you serve, Cbar. Oh excellent, I love long life better than figs.
Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune, than that which is to approach.
Cbar. Then belike my children shall have no names ; Pr’ythee, how many boys and wenches must I have ?
Sostb. If every of your wishes had a womb, And fertile every with, a million.
Cbar. Qat, out, fool, I forgive thee for a witch.
Char. Nay come, and tell Iras hers.
Æno. Mine, and most of our fortunes to-night, thall be to go drunk to bed.
Tras. There is a palm presages chastity,
Cbar. E'en as th' o'erflowing Nile presageth famine.
Cbar. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Pr’ythee, tell her buf a workyday fortune.
Sootb. Your fortunes are alike.
Cbar. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you chuse it ?
Iras, Not in my husband's nose.
Cbar. Our worser thoughts heav'ns mend! Alexas Come, his fortune, his fortune. Oh let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Ifis, I beseech thee, and let her die too, and give him a worse, and let worse follow worse, 'till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold. Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight ; good Tfile I beseech thee!