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• The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; ri And is become the bellows and the fan “ To cool a gypsy's lust. Look where they come ! Flourish. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, her Ladies in
the train, Eunuchs fanning her.
C!co. If it be love indeed, tell me how much ?
Enter a Messenger
Tell the sum,
Ant. “ Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide arch “ Of the rais'd empire fall! here is my space; Kingdoms are clay ; our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man ; the nobleness of life Is to do thus ; when such a mutual pair, [Embracing, And such a twain can do't ; in which, I bind (On pain of punishment) the world to weet We stand up peerless.
Cleo. Excellent falsehood!
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
Ant, But stirr'd by Cleopatra,
Cleo. Hear the ambassadors.
Whom every thing becomes ; to chide, to laugh, " To weép: whose every passion fully strives • To make itself in thee fair and admir'd. No messenger, but thine ; and all alone, To night we'll wander through the lireets, and note The qualities of people, Come, my Queen, Last night you did defire it. Speak not to us.
[Exeunt, with their train. Dem. Is Cæfar with Antonius priz'd lo flight?
Phil, Sir, Sometimes, when he is not Antony,
Dem, I'm sorry
Enter Ænobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, and a
Sootbfager. Char. Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost molt absolute Alexas, where's the foothsayer that you prais’d so to th’ Queen ? Oh that I knew this husband, which you say must charge his horns with garlands,
Char, Is this the inan? "Is’t you, Sir, that know things?
Sooth. In Nature's infinite bock of fecrecy, A little I can read.
Alex. Shew him your hand.
Ano. Bring in the banquet quickly: wine enough, Cleopatra's health to drink.
Char. Good sir, give me good fortune.
Char. Good cow, some excellent fortune! let me be married to three Kings in a forenoon, and widow thein all; let me have a child at. fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage ! find me, to marry rae with, Octavius Cæsar, and companion me with my mistress,
Sooth. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve. Char. 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. Char. Then, belike, my children shall have no
names * Pr’ythee, how many boys and wenches must I have ? Sooth. If every of
wishes had a womb, And fertile every wish, a million.
Char. Qut, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.
Alex. You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes,
Char. Nay, come, tell Iras her's.
Æno, Mine, and most of our fortunes to-night, shall be to go drunk to bed.
Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.
Char. Ev'n as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine. İras. Go, you wild bed-fellow, you cannot foothsay. Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful progno . 1. c. be of no note,
fication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Pr’ythee, tell her but a workyday fortune.
Sooth. Your fortunes are alike.
Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you chuse it ?
Iras. Not in my husband's nose.
Chur. Our worser thoughts heav'ns mend! Alexas,--Come, his fortune; his fortune..
-0, let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee ; and let her die too, and give him a worse ; and let a worse follow worst, till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, fiftyfold a cuckold ! Good llis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight; gooi ifis, I beseech thee!
Iras. Amen, dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people ! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome man loose-wiv'd, so it is a deadly forrow to behold a fuul knave uncuckolded ; therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly.
Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores but they'd do't.
SCENE III, Enter Cleopatra,
Cleo. He was disposed to mirth, but on the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him. Ænobarbus
Enter Antony with a melenger and Attendants. Cleo. We will not look upon
him ; go with us.
[Exeunt. Mel. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. Ant. Against my brother Lucius? Mell. Ay, but foon that war had end, and the
Ant. Well, what worst?
Ant. “ When it concerns the fcol or coward; on
Mell. Labienus (this is ftiff news)
Ant. Antony, thou wouldīt say
Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the gen’ral
Nel. At your noble pleasure.
[Exit first melenger. Attend. He stays upon your will.
Ant. Let him appear.
Enter another Mesenger with a letter, 2 Mell. Fulvia thy wite is dead,