Ant. Where died fhe? 2 Me. In Sicyon. Her length of sickness, with what elfe more ferious Ant. Forbear me. [Exit fecond messenger. The oppofite of itself; fhe's good, being gone; Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir? Ant. I mult with hafte from hence.. Eno. Why, then we kill all our women. We fee how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they fuffer: our departure, death's the word. Ant. I must be gone.. Eno. Under a compelling occafion, let women die. It were pity to caft them away for nothing; though between them and a great cause they thould be efteem'd : nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the leaft noise of this, dies inftantly; I have feen her die twenty times. upon far poorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death, which commits fome loving act upon her, the hath fuch a celerity in dying. Ant. She is cunning paft man's thought. Eno. Alack, Sir, no; her paffions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her winds and waters, fighs and tears: they are greater ftorms and tempefts than almanacks can report. This. cannot be cunning in her; if it be, fhe makes a fhow'r of rain as well as Jove. Ant. 'Would I had never feen her! Eno. Oh, Sir, you had then left unfeen a wonder- ful piece of work, which not to have been blefs'd withal, would have difcredited your travel.. Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Sir ! Ant. Fulvia is dead.. Æno. Fulvia? Ant. Dead. Eno. Why, Sir, give the gods a thankful facrifice.. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it fhews to man the tailor of the earth; com-, forting him therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the cafe were to be lamented: this grief is crowned with confolation; your old fmock brings forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live in an onion that fhould water this forrow. Ant. The bufinefs fhe hath broached in the state, Cannot endure my.abfence. Eno. And the bufinefs you have broach'd here, cannot be without you; efpecially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode, Ant. No more light anfwers let our officers The fides o' th' world may danger. Much is breeding;: expedience, for, expedition. This alludes to an old idle notion, that the hair of a horfe dropp'd into corrupted water, will turn to an animal, Our quick remove from hence. Eno. I'll do't., S. CE NE IV. [Exeunt. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras, Cleo. Where is he? Char, I did not fee him fince. Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what he does,I did not send you—If you find him fad, Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report Char. Madam, methinks if you did love him dearly, You do not hold the method to inforce The like from him. Cleo. What fhould 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 lofe him. Char. Tempt him not fo too far. I wish, forbear;, In time we hate that which we often fear. Enter Antony. But here comes Antony. Cleo. I'm fick and fullen. Ant. I am forry to give breathing to my purpose. Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I fhall fall; It cannot be thus long, the fides of nature Will not fuftain it. Ant. Now, my dearest Queen. [Seeming to faint. Cleo. Pray you, ftand farther from me. Ant. What's the matter? Cleo. I know by that fame eye, there's fome good What fays the marry'd woman? you may go; [news. 'Would she had never given you leave to come! Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here, 1 have no pow'r upon you: her's you are. Ant. The gods best know, Cleo. O, never was there Queen So mightily betray'd, yet at the first Ant. Cleopatra, Cleo. Why fhould I think you can be mine, and true, Though you with fwearing thake the throned gods, Who have been falfe to Fulvia? riotous madness To be intangled with thefe mouth-made vows, Which break themselves in fwearing! Ant. Moft fweet Queen, Gleo. Nay, pray you, feek no colour for your going, Blifs in our brows' bent, none our parts fo poor, Art turn'd the greatest lyar. Ant. How now, Lady? Cleo. I would I had thy inches, thou shouldst know-There were a heart in Egypt. Ant. Hear me, Queen. The ftrong neceffity of time commands Our services a while; but my füll heart Remains in ufe with you. Our Italy Shines o'er with civil fwords; Sextus Pompeius: Makes his approaches to the port of Rome. Equality of two domestic pow'rs Breeds fcrupulous faction; the hated, grown to ftrength,, Into the hearts of fuch as have not thriv'n Upon the prefent ftate, whofe numbers threaten; Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freeIt does from childilhnefs. Can Fulvia die? Ant. She's dead, my Queen. Look here, and at thy fovereign leifure read Cleo. O moft falfe love! i. c. had a finack or flavour of heaven. [dom, Where be the facred phials thou should'st fill As you 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. Ant. Now, by my fword. Cleo. And target Still he mends: 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 must part, (but that's not it); And I am all forgotten*. Ant. But that your royalty Holds idleness your fubject, I fhould take you Gleo. 'Tis fweating labour To bear fuch idleness fo near the heart, As Cleopatra this. But, Sir, forgive me; *7he meaning is, My forgetfulness makes me forget myself. |