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Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report
That I am sudden sick. Quick, 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 should I do, I do not?
Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in

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;

Enter Antony.
But here comes Antony.

Cleo. I'm sick, and fullen.
Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose.

Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall;
It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
Will not sustain it.

[Seeming to faint.
Ant. Now, my dearest Queen,-
Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me.
Ant. What's the matter?
Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some

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
So mightily betray'd; yet at the first
I saw the ireasons planted.

Ant. Cleopatra,
Cleo. Why should I think you can be mine, and

true,
Though you with swearing make the throned gods,
Who have been false to Fulvia ? riotous madness,
To be entangled with these mouth-made vows,
Which break themselves in swearing!

Ant. Most sweet Queen,

Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for you

going,
But bid farewell, and go : when you sued staying,
Then was the time for words; no going then ;--;
Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
Bliss in our brows' bent, none our parts so poor,
But was a race of heav'n*. They are so Itill;
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
Art turn'd the greatest liar.

Ant. How how, Lady?
Cleo. I would I had thy inches; thou should'st

know
There were a heart in Ægypt.

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

freedom,
It does fiom childishness. Can Fulvia die ?

Ant. She's dead, my Queen.
Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read
The garboyls the awak'd : at the lait, best.
See, when, and where she died.

Cleo. () molt falfe love!
Where be the sacred vials thou Mouldst fill

* i. e. had a smack or flavour of heaven. Warbe of -Nould salve my going. Theobald. VOL. IX.

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His faults in him seem as the spots of heav'n,
More fiery by night's blacknels; hereditary,
Rather than purchas’d; what he cannot change,
Than what he chufes.

Caf. You're too indulgent. Let us grant it is not
Amils to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy,
To give a kingdom for a mirth, to sit
And keep the turn of tippling with a slave,
To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet
With knaves that smell of sweat; say this becomes-

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,
Lep. Here's more news.
Mell: Thy biddings have been done; and every

hour,
Most noble Cæfar, shalt thou have report
How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea;
And, it appears, he is belov'd of those
That only have fear'd Cæfar: to the ports
The disconients repair, and men's reports
Give him much wrong'd.

Cæf. I should have known no less.
It hath been taught us from the primal state,
That he, which is, was wish'd, until he were :
And the ebb’d'man, ne'er lov'd till ne'er worth love;

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.

Cel Antony,
Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once
Wert beaten from Modena, where thou New'st
Hirtius and Pansa consuls, at thy heel
Did famine follow, whom thou fought'st against,
Though daintily brought up, with patience more

Than savages could suffer. Thou didst drink
The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle
Which beafts would cough at. Thy palate then

did deign
The roughest berry on the rudest bedge :
Yea, like the stag, when snow the palture sheets,
The barks of trees thou browsed'st. On the Alps,
It is reported, thou didít eat strange flesh,
Which some did die to look on : and all this,
It wounds thine honour that I speak it now,
Was bore so like a soldier that thy cheek
So much as lank'd not.

Lep. It is pity of him.

Cel. Let his fames quickly
Drive him to Rome ; time is it that we twain
Did New ourselves i' th' field; and to that end
Allemble we immediate council. Pompey

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,
I mall be furnislı'd to inform you rightly,
Both what by sea and land I can be able
To front this present tine.

Cæl. Till which encounter,
It is my business 100. Farewell..

Lep. Farewell, my Lord.
What you shall know meantime of stirs abroad,
I shall beseech you let me be partaker.
Caf. Doubt it not, Sir; I knew it for my bond.

(Exeunt:

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

pleasure
In aught an eunuch has ; 'tis well for thee,
That being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts
May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections ?

Mar. Yes, gracious Madam.
Cleo. Indeed?

Mar. Not in deed, Madam ; for I can do nothing
But what in deed is honest to be done :
Yet have I fierce affections, and think
What Venus did with Mars.

Cleo. Oh Charmian !

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