Equality of two domestick pow'rs Breeds fcrupulous faction; the hated, grown to strength, Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childifhnefs. Can Fulvia die? Ant. She's dead, my Queen. Look here, and at thy fovereign leisure read Cleo. O moft falfe love! Where be the facred vials thou fhou'dft fill Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come; Ant. My precious Queen, forbear, And give true evidence to his love, which stands Cleo. So Fulvia told me. I pr'ythee turn afide, and weep for her, Like perfect honour. Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more. Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly. But this is not the beft. Look pr'ythee, Charmian, How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his chafe. Ant. I'll leave you, Lady. Cleo. Courteous Lord, one word: Sir, you and I muft part, but that's not it, . And I am all forgotten.* Ant. But that your royalty Holds idleness your fubject, I fhould take you Cleo. "Tis fweating labour, To bear fuch idleness fo near the heart, As Cleopatra this, But, Sir, forgive me, Ant. Let us go: come, Our feparation fo abides and flies, That thou refiding here, goeft yet with me, [Exeunt. SCENE V. Cæfar's Palace in Rome. Enter Octavius Cæfar reading a letter, Lepidus, and Attendants. Caf. You may fee, Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Cæfar's natural vice, to hate A great competitor. From Alexandria This is the news; he fifhes, drinks, and wastes *All forgotten, is an old way of fpeaking for, apt to forget every thing. More womanly than he; hardly gave audience, Lep. I must not think They're evils enough to darken all his goodness; Caf. You're too indulgent. Let us grant it is not To give a kingdom for a mirth, to fit And keep the turn of tipling with a flave, To reel the streets at noon, and ftand the buffet With knaves that smell of fweat; fay this becomes him (As his compofure must be rare indeed Whom these things cannot blemish) yet must Antony So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd Enter a Meflenger. Lep. Here's more news. ९ Mef. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour, Moft noble Cafar, fhalt thou have report How 'tis abroad. Pompey is ftrong at sea, And it appears, he is belov'd of those Caf. I fhould have known no lefs; And And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd 'till ne'er worth love, >Comes 'dear'd by being lack'd. The common body, Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to and back, lacquying the varying tide Mef. Cafar, I bring thee word, Make the sea serve them, which they ear and wound Caf. Antony, Leave thy lafcivious waffails. When thou once Did famine follow, which thou fought'st against Which beasts would cough at. Thy palate then did deign Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, Lep. It is pity of him. Caf. Let his fhames quickly Drive him to Rome; time is it that we twain Lep. To-morrow, Cafar, I fhall be furnish'd to inform you rightly, To front this present time. Lep. Farewel, my Lord; What you shall know mean time of ftirs abroad Caf. Doubt it not, Sir, I knew it for my bond. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. The Palace in Alexandria. Char. Madam. Cleo. Ha, ha, give me to drink Mandragoras, Cleo. That I might fleep out this great gap of time, Char. You think of him too much. Cleo. O, that is treason. Char. Madam, I truft not fo. Cleo. Thou eunuch, Mardian ! Mar. What is your Highness' pleasure ? Cleo. Not now to hear thee fing. I take no pleasure May not fly forth of Egypt. Haft thou affections? Cleo. Indeed ? Mar. Not in deed, Madam, for I can do nothing Yet have I fierce affections, and think Cleo. Oh Charmian! Where think'ft thou he is now? ftands he, or fits he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horfe? Oh happy horse to bear the weight of Antony! Do bravely, horfe, for wot'ft thou whom thou mov'ft ? And burgonet of man. He's speaking now, |