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Antony and Cleopatra.

ACT I. SCEN E I.

SCENE Alexandria in Ægypt.

Enter Demetrius and Philo.

PHILO.

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A Y, but this Dotage of our General
O'er-fws the Measures those his goodly

Eyes
That o'er the files and Musters of the War,
Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend,

now turn
The Office and Devotion of their view
Upon a Tawny Front. His Captain's Heart,
Which in the scuffles of great fighes heth burit
The Buckles on his Breaft, reneges all Temper,
And is become the Bellows and the Fan
To cool a Gypsies Luft. Look where they come !

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Eviter Antony, and Cleopatra, her Ladies ;

the Train, witle
Eunuchs fanning her.
Take but good Note, and you shåll see him,
The tripple Pillar of the World, transform'd
Into a Strumpet's Fool. Behold and see.

Cleo. If it be Love indeed, tell me how much?
Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon d.
Cleo. I'll set a bourn how far to be belor'd.

Ant. Then must thou needs find out new Heav'n, new
Earth.

Enter a Messenger.
Mes. News, my good Lord, from Rome.
Ant. Rate me the Sum.

Cleo. Nay, hear them Antony.
Fulvia perchance is angry; or who knows.
If the scarce-bearded Cæfar have not sent
His powerful Mandate to you. Do this, or this;
Take in that Kingdom, and infranchise that;
Perform't, or else we damn thee.

Ant. How, my Love?

Eleo. Perchance, nay, and most like,
You must not stay here longer, your dismillion
Is come from Cæfar, therefore hear it Antony.
Where's Fulvia's Frocess ? Cesar's, I would say,both?
Call in the Meffengers; as I am Ægypt's Queen,
Thou blusheft Antony, and that blood of thine
Is Casar's Homager: else fo thy Cheeks pay Shame,
When Thrill tongu'd Fulvia scolds. The Mefengers.

Ant. Let Rome and Tyber melt, and the wide Arch
Of the rais'd Empire fall; here is my space,
Kingdoms are Clay; Our dungy Earth alike
Feeds Beast as Man; the Nobleness of Life
Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair,
And such a twain can do't; in which I bind,
On pain of Punishment, the World to weet
We stand up Peerlefs.

Cleo. Excellent Falfhood!
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
I'll seem the Fool I am not. Antony will be himfelf.

Ant,

Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.
Now for the love of love, and his soft Hours,
Let's not confound the time with Conference harsh;
There's not a minute of our Lives should stretch
Without fome Pleasure now: What sport to night?

: Cleo. Hear the Ambassadors.

Ant. Fie wrangling Queen!
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep? whose every Passion fully strives
To make it self in thee fair and admir'd.
No Messenger but thine, and all alone,
To Night we'll wander through the Streets, and note
The Qualities of People. Come, my Queen,
Lalt night you did defire it. Speak not to us.

[Exeunt with their Train. Dem. Is Cafar with Antonius priz'd so flights

Phil. Sir, sometimes when he is not Antony, He comes too short of that great Property Which ftill should go with Antony.

Dem. I am full sorry, that he approves the common Liar, who thus speaks of bim at Rome; but I will hope of better Deeds to morrow. Reft you happy

(Excunt. Enter Enobardus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, and a

Seuthsayer. Char. L. Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost most absolute Aexas, where's the Soothsayer that you prais'd to th' Queen! Oh! that I knew this Huf. band, which you say, must change his Horns with Garlands.

Alex. Soothsayer.
South. Your will ś
Clbar. Is this the Man? Is't you, Sir, that know things.

Sooth. In Nature's infinite Book of Secrecy, a little I can read.

Alex. Shew him your Hand.

Eno. Bring in the Barquet quickly : Wine enough, Cleopatra's Health to drick.

Char. Good Sir, give me good Forture,
Sooth. I make not, but forefee.
Char. Pray then, foresee me one.
Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you are.
Char. He means in Flesh.

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Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old.
Char. Wrinkles forbid.
Alex. Vex not his Patience, be attentive,
Char. Hufh!
Sooth. You fhall be more beloving, then beloved.
Char. I had rather heat my Liver with Drinking.
Alex. Nay, hear hin.

Char. Good now, some 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 me with Oétavius Cæfar, and Companion me with my Mistrefs.

Sooth. You shalt out-live the Lady whom you serve.
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.

Char. Then belike my Children shall have no Names; Prithee how many Boys and Wenches muft I have? Sooth. If every of your Wishes had a Womb,

. And foretel every Wifh, a Million.

Chur. Out Fool, I forgive thee for a Witch.

Alex. You think none but your Sheets are privy to your
Wishes.

Char. Nay come, tell Iras hers.
Alex. We'll know all our Fortunes.

Eno. Mine, and most of our Fortunes to night, thall be to go drunk to Bed.

Iras. There's a Palm presages Chastity, if nothing else.
Char. E'en as the o’e flowing Nylus presageth Famine.
Iras. Go you wild Bedfellow, you cannot Soothsay.

Char. Nay, if an oily Palm be not a fruitful Prognostication, I cannot fcratch mine Ear. Prithee tell her but a Workyday Fortune.

Sooth. Your Fortunes are alike.
Iras. But how, but how- give me particulars.
Sooth. I have said.
Iras, Am I not an inch of Fortune better than she?

Char. Well, if you were but an inch of Fortune better than 1; where would you chuse it?

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Iras. Not in my Husband's Nose.
Char. Our worser thoughts Heav'ns mend.

Alex. Come, his Fortune, his Fortune. Oh let him Marry a Woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee, and let her die too, and give him a worse, and let worse follow worse, 'till the worst of all follow him laughing to bis Grave, Fifty-fold a Cuckold. Good lfis, hear me this Prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more Weight; good Ifis, I beseech thee.

Char. Amen, dear Goddess, hear that Prayer of the People. For, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome Man loose-wivid, so it is a deadly Sorrow, 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 themselves Whores, but they'd do't.

Enter Cleopatra.
Eno. Huh, bere comes Antanj.
Char. Not he, the Queen.
Cleo. Saw you my Lord ?
Eno. No, Lady.
Cleo. Was he not here?
Char. No, Madam.

Cleo. He was dispos'd to Mirth, but on the fudden
A Roman thought had struck him. Enobarbus.

Eno. Madam,
Cleo. Seck him, and bring him hither ; where's Alexas?
Alex. Here at your Service, my Lord approaches.

Enter Antony with a Messenger and Attendants.
Cleo. We will not look upon him; go with vs. [Exerant.
Mes. Fulvia thy Wife, first came into che Field.
Ant. Against my Brother Lucius ?

Mes. Ay, bit soon that War bid end, and the times fate Made Friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Cefar, Wkuse better Iflue in the War of Italy, Upon the first encounter drave them. Ant. Well, what worst? Mef: The Nature of Bad News infe&s the Teller.

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