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Antony and Cleopatra.
ACT I. SCEN E I.
SCENE Alexandria in Ægypt.
Enter Demetrius and Philo.
A Y, but this Dotage of our General
Eviter Antony, and Cleopatra, her Ladies ;
the Train, witle
Cleo. If it be Love indeed, tell me how much?
Ant. Then must thou needs find out new Heav'n, new
Enter a Messenger.
Cleo. Nay, hear them Antony.
Ant. How, my Love?
Eleo. Perchance, nay, and most like,
Ant. Let Rome and Tyber melt, and the wide Arch
Cleo. Excellent Falfhood!
Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.
: Cleo. Hear the Ambassadors.
Ant. Fie wrangling Queen!
[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.
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,
Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old.
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.
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
Char. Nay come, tell Iras hers.
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. 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.
Char. Well, if you were but an inch of Fortune better than 1; where would you chuse it?
Iras. Not in my Husband's Nose.
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.
Alex. Lo now, if it lay in their Hands to make me a Cuckold, they would make themselves Whores, but they'd do't.
Cleo. He was dispos'd to Mirth, but on the fudden
Enter Antony with a Messenger and Attendants.
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.