"The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; And is become the bellows and the fan "To cool a gypfy's luft. Look where they come ! Flourish. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, her Ladies in the train, Eunuchs fanning her. Take but good note, and you shall see in him "The triple pillar of the world transform'd "Into a strumpet's ftool. Behold, and fee. Clco. If it be love indeed, tell me how much? Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. Cleo. I'll fet a bourn how far to be belov'd, Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heav'n, new earth. Enter a Messenger. Me. News, my good Lord, from Rome. Fulvia perchance is angry; or who knows Ant, How, my love? Cleo. Perchance, (nay, and moft like), You must not stay here longer, your dismission Is come from Cæfar; therefore hear it, Antony. Where's Fulvia's process? Cæfar's? I'd fay both? Call in the meffengers; as I'm Egypt's Queen, Thou blufheft, Antony, and that blood of thine Is Cæfar's homager; elfe, fo thy cheeks pay fhame, When fhrill-tongu'd Fulvia fcolds. The meffengers 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 beaft as man; the noblenefs of life Is to do thus; when fuch a mutual pair, [Embracing, And fuch a twain can do't; in which, I bind (On pain of punishment) the world to weet We ftand up peerless. Cleo. Excellent falsehood! Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her? Will be himself, Ant. But ftirr'd by Cleopatra. Now for the love of love, and his foft hours, Let's not confound the time with conference harsh : Without fome pleasure new. What sport to-night? Ant. "Fie, wrangling Queen! "Whom every thing becomes; to chide, to laugh, "To weep: whofe every paffion fully ftrives "To make itself in thee fair and admir'd. No meffenger, but thine;and all alone, To night we'll wander through the freets, 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 fo flight ? . Dem, I'm forry That he approves the common lyar, Fame, [Exeunt. Enter Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, and a Soothsayer. Char. Alexas, fweet Alexas, moft any thing Alexas, almost molt abfolute Alexas, where's the foothfayer that you prais'd fo to th' Queen? Oh that I knew this husband, which you fay muft charge his horns with garlands. Alex. Soothfayer. Sooth. Your will? Char. Is this the man? Is't you, Sir, that know things? Sooth. In Nature's infinite bock of secrecy, A little I can read. VOL, VII. G 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. Sooth, I make not, but forefee. Char. Pray then, foresee me one. Sooth. You fhall be yet far fairer than you are. Char. He means in flesh. Iras. No, you fhall paint when you are Char. Wrinkles forbid ! old. Alex. Vex not his prefcience, be attentive. Char. Hufh! Sooth. You fhall be more beloving than beloved. Char. Good now, fome 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 rae with, Octavius Cæfar, and companion me with my mistress. Sooth. You fhall outlive the lady whom ferve. Char. Oh, excellent! I love long life better than figs. Sooth. You have feen and proved a fairer former fortune, than that which is to approach. you Char. Then, belike, my children fhall have no names *. Pr'ythee, how many boys and wenches muft I have? Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, And fertile every with, a million. Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. Alex. You think none but your fheets are privy to your wishes, Char. Nay, come, tell Iras her's. Alex. We'll know all our fortunes. Eno. Mine, and moft of our fortunes to-night, fhall be to go drunk to bed. Iras. There's a palm prefages chastity, if nothing elfe. Char. Ev'n as the o'erflowing Nilus prefageth famine. ftication, I cannot fcratch mine ear. Pr'ythee, tell her but a workyday fortune. Sooth. Your fortunes are alike. Sooth. I have faid. -give me particulars. Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than fhe? 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. Char. Our worfer thoughts heav'ns mend! Alexas, Come, his fortune; his fortune.— -O, let him marry a woman that cannot go, fweet Ifis, 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 Ifis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight; good Ifis, 1 befeech thee! Iras. Amen, dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people ! for, as it is a heart-breaking to fee a handfome man loose wiv'd, fo it is a deadly forrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded; therefore, dear Ifis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly. Char. Amen! Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would make themfelves whores but they'd do't. SCENE III. Enter Cleopatra. Eno. Huh! here comes Antony, Char. Not he, the Queen. Cleo. Saw you my Lord? Eno. No, Lady. Cleo Was he not here.? Char. No, Madam. Cleo. He was difpofed to mirth, but on the fudden A Roman thought hath ftruck him. Anobarbus. Eno. Madam. Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's Alexas? Alex. Here at your fervice. My Lord approaches. G. 2 Enter Antony with a messenger and Attendants. Me. Ay, but foon that war had end, and the Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainit Cæfar: Upon the first encounter, drave them. Ant. Well, what worft? Me. The nature of bad news infects the teller. Ant. "When it concerns the fool or coward; on- Mef Labienus (this is stiff news) Hath, with his Parthian force, extended Afia; Whilft Ant. Antony, thou woulḍft say. Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the gen'ral [tongue; Rail thou in Fulvia's phrafe, and taunt my faults Have power to utter. Oh, then we bring forth weeds, Me. At your noble pleasure. Ant. From Sicyon, how the news? fpeak there. Ant. Let him appear. Thefe ftrong Egyptian fetters I must break, Enter another Messenger with a letter, 2 Me. Fulvia thy wife is dead. |