Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, You do not hold the method to enforce

The like from him.

What should I do, I do not?

Cleo.
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, forbear:
In time we hate that which we often fear.

But here comes Antony.

Cleo.

Enter ANTONY.

I am sick, and sullen.

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.

Ant.

Now, my dearest queen, Cleo. Pray you, stand farther from me. Ant.

What's the matter?

Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some good news.

What says the married woman?

You may go:

Would, she had never given you leave to come!

Let her not say, 't is I that keep you here,

I have no power upon you; hers you are.
Ant. The gods best know,

Cleo.

So mightily betray'd; yet at the first

I saw the treasons planted.

Ant.

O! never was there queen

Cleopatra,

Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and true,
Though you in swearing shake the throned gods,
Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness,
To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
Which break themselves in swearing!

Ant.

Most sweet queen,

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Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your 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 heaven: they are so still,
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
Art turn'd the greatest liar.

Ant.

How now, lady!

Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou should'st know, There were a heart in Egypt.

Hear me,

queen.

Ant.
The strong necessity of time commands

Our services a while, but my full heart
Remains in use with you. Our Italy

Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome :

Equality of two domestic powers

Breeds scrupulous 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'd

Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten,
And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge
By any desperate change. My more particular,
And that which most with you should safe my going,
Is Fulvia's death.

Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness. Can Fulvia die?

Ant. She's dead, my queen.

Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read

The garboils she awak'd; at the last, best,

See, when, and where she died.

O most false love!

Cleo.
Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill
With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,

In Fulvia's death, how mine receiv'd shall be.
Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know
The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,

As you shall give the advice: by the fire
That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence,
Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war,
As thou affect'st.

So Antony loves.

Ant.

Cut my lace, Charmian, come.

I am quickly ill, and well,

My precious queen, forbear;

And give true evidence to his love, which stands

An honourable trial.

Belong to Egypt: good now, play one scene
Of excellent dissembling; and let it look
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 sword,
Cleo.

And target.

Still he mends;

But this is not the best. 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,

Sir, you and I have lov'd, but there's not it;

That you know well: something it is I would,

O! my oblivion is a very Antony,

And I am all forgotten.

Ant.

But that your royalty

Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
For idleness itself.

To bear such idleness so near the heart,
As Cleopatra this. But, Sir forgive me;
Since my becomings kill me, when they do not

Eye well to you: your honour calls you hence;
Therefore, be deaf to my unpitied folly,
And all the gods go with you! upon your sword
Sit laurel'd victory, and smooth success

Be strew'd before your feet!

Ant.

Our separation so abides,

That thou, residing here,

Let us go. Come;

and flies,

go'st yet with me,

And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.

Away!

SCENE IV.

Rome. An Apartment in CÆSAR's House.

[Exeunt.

Enter OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, and Attendants.
Cæs. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,
It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate

One great competitor. From Alexandria

This is the news:.he fishes, drinks, and wastes
The lamps of night in revel; is not more manlike
Than Cleopatra, nor the queen of Ptolemy

More womanly than he: hardly gave audience, or
Vouchsaf'd to think he had partners: you shall find there
A man, who is the abstract of all faults

That all men follow.

Lep.

I must not think, there are
Evils enow to darken all his goodness:

His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven,
More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary,
Rather than purchas'd; what he cannot change,
Than what he chooses.

Cæs. You are too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not
Amiss 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 these things cannot blemish) yet must Antony
No way excuse his foils, when we do bear
So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd
His vacancy with his voluptuousness,

Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones,

Call on him for 't; but, to confound such time,
That drums him from his sport; and speaks as loud
As his own state, and ours, 't is to be chid

As we rate boys; who, being mature in knowledge,
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
And so rebel to judgment.

Lep.

Enter a Messenger.

Here's more news.

Mess. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour, Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report

How 't is abroad. Pompey is strong at sea;
And it appears, he is belov'd of those
That only have fear'd Cæsar: to the ports
The discontents repair, and men's reports
Give him much wrong'd.

Cæs.

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,
Comes fear'd by being lack'd. This common body,
Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,

Goes to, and back, lackeying the varying tide,

To rot itself with motion.

Mess.

Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,

Cæsar, I bring thee word,

Make the sea serve them;

which they ear and wound

With keels of every kind: many hot inroads
They make in Italy; the borders maritime
Lack blood to think on 't, and flush youth revolt: