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O, my lord !
To Lydia, and to lonia ;
Ant. Antony, thou would'st say,-
faults With such full licence, as both truth and malice Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth
weeds, When our quick winds * lie still; and our ills told
Is as our earingt. Fare thee well a while.
[Exit. Ant. From Sicyon how the news? Speak there. I Att. The man from Sicyon.-Is there such an
one ? 2 dit. He stays I upon your will. Ant.
Let him appear, These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
Enter another Messenger.
2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead.
Where died she? 2 Mess. In Sicyon : Her length of sickness, with what else more serious Importeth thee to know, this bears. [Gives a letter. Ant.
[Erit Messenger. There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it: What our contempts do often hurl from us, We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, By revolution lowering, does become The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone; The hand could pluck her back, that shov'd her on.
* In some editions minds. + Tilling, ploughing; prepares us to produce good seed.
I must from this enchanting queen break off ;
Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: We see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer our departure, death's the word.
Ant. I must be gone. Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women die: It were pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between them and a great cause, they should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly ; I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do think, there is mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying,
Ant. She is cunning past man's thought.
Eno. Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love: We cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacks can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.
Ant. Would I had never seen her!'.'.
Eno. 0, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work; which not to have been blessed withal, would have discredited your travel. .
Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth; comforting 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 case to be lamented : this grief is crowned with consolation ; your old smock brings forth a new petticoat :-and, indeed, the tears live in an onion, that should water this sorrow.
Ant. The business she hath broached in the state, Cannot endure my absence.
Eno. And the business you have broached here cannot be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode. Ant. No more light answers.
Let our officers Have notice what we purpose. I shall break The cause of our expedience* to the queen, And get her lovef to part. For not alone The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too Of many our contriving friends in Rome Petition us at home : Sextus Pompeius Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands The empire of the sea : our slippery people (Whose love is never link'd to the deserver, Till his deserts are past,) begin to throw Pompey the great, and all his dignities, Upon his son ; who, high in name and power, Higher than both in blood and life, stands up For the main soldier : whose quality, going on, The sides o'the world may danger: Much is breed
ing, Which, like the courser's f hair, hath yet but life, And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure, To such whose place is under us, requires Our quick remove from hence. Eno. I shall do't.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
I did not see him since.
[Exit Alex. Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him
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, forbear; In time we hate that which we often fear.
I am sick, and sullen. Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my pur
pose, 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 further from me. Ant.
What's the matter? Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some
* Look as if I did not send you.
What says the married woman - You may go;
Ant. The gods best know,
0, 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,Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek 110 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 racet 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 shouldst
know, There were a heart in Egypt. Ant.
Hear me, queen : The strong necessity of time commands Our services a while ;
full heart Remains in use with you. Our Italy Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius Makes his approaches to the ports of Rome: Equality of two domestick powers Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown to
* The arch of our eye-brows.
+ Smack or flavour.