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Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report
Cleo. What should I do, I do not?
nothing. Cleo. Thou teachest, like a fool, the way to lose
him. Char. Tempt him not so, too far. I wish forIn time we hate that which we often fear. [bear;
Cleo. I'm sick, and fullen.
Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall;
[Seeming to faint.
good news. What says the marry'd woman ?-You may go; 'Would she had never given you leave to come! Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here ; I have no pow'r upon you. Hers you are.
Ant. The gods best know,
Cleo. O never was there Queen
Ant. Most sweet Queen,
Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for you
Ant. How how, Lady?
Ant. Hear me, Queen : The strong neceflity of time commands Our services a-while ; but my full heart Remains in use with you. Our Italy Sbines o'rr with civil swords. Sextus Pompeius Makes his approaches to the port of Rome. Equality of two domestic pow'rs Breeds Tērupulous faction; the hated, grown to
strength, Are newly grown to love ; the condemn’d Pompey, Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace Into the hearts of such as have not thriv'n Upon the present state, whole numbers threaten ; And quietness, grown fick of rest, would purge By any desperate change. My more particular, And that which most with you should safe + my Is Fulvia's death.
[going, Cleo. Thougli age from folly could not give me
Ant. She's dead, my Queen.
Cleo. () molt falfe love!
* i. e. had a smack or flavour of heaven. Warbe of -Nould salve my going. Theobald. VOL. IX.
His faults in him seem as the spots of heav'n,
Caf. You're too indulgent. Let us grant it is not
him; As his composure must be rare, indeed, Whom thele things cannot blemish; yet must AnNo way excuse his foils, when we do bear
[tony So great weight in his lightness *. If he filled His vacancy with his voluptuousness; Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, Call on him fort; but to confound such time, That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud As his own state, and ours; 'tis to be chid, As we rate boys, who being mature in knowledge, Pawn their experience to their present pleasure, And so rebel to judgment.
Enter a Messenger,
Cæf. I should have known no less.
The word light is one of Shakespeare's favourite play-things. The fenfe is, his trifiog levity throws so much burden upon us. Finjon.
'Comes dear'd, by being lack’d. This common
body, Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to, and back, lacquing * the varying tide, To rot itself with motion.
Meff. Cæfar, I bring thee word, Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates, Make the sea serve them; which they car and
wound With keels of every kind. Many hot inrodes They make in Italy : the borders maritime Lack blood to think on't, and flus youth revolt : No vessel can peep forth, but 'uis as soon Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more, Than could his war resisted.
Than savages could suffer. Thou didst drink
Lep. It is pity of him.
Cel. Let his fames quickly
i. e. Floating backwards and forwards with the wariation of the tide, like a page, or lacgaey, at his master's heels. Theobald.
Thrives in our idleness.
Lep. To-orrory, Cæsar,
Cæl. Till which encounter,
Lep. Farewell, my Lord.
S CE N E VI. Changes to the Palace in Alexandria. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian. Cleo. Charmian,Char. Madam? Cleo. Ha, ha-give me to drink Mandragora. Chur. Why, Madam?
Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of My Antony is away.
[time Char, You think of him too much. Cleo. O, 'tis treason.Char. Madam, I trust not fo. Cleo. Thou eunuch, Mardian ! Mar. What's your Highness' pleasure ?: Cleo. Not now to hear thee fing. I take no
Mar. Yes, gracious Madam.
Mar. Not in deed, Madam ; for I can do nothing
Cleo. Oh Charmian !