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Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir?
Ant. I muft 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 depar ture, 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 caufe, they fhould be efteem'd nothing. Cleopatra catching but the leaft noife of this dics 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, fhe 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, Sighs and Tears: And yet they are greater Storms and Tempests than Almanacks can report. This cannot be cunning in her: if it be, fhe makes a Show'r of Rain as well as Jove.
Ant. Would I had never seen her.
Eno. Oh Sir, you had then left unfeen a wonderful Piece of Work, which not to have been bleft withal, would have difcredited your Travel.
Ant: Fulvia is dead.
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 fhews to Man the Tailors of the Earth: Comforting 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 crown'd with Confolation, your old Smock brings forth a new Petticoat, and indeed the Tears live in an Onion, that fhould water this Sorrow.
Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt.
Octavia, Sister to Cæfar, and Wife to Antony.
Ladies attending on Cleopatra.
Ambaffadors from Antony to Cæfar, Captains,
Antony and Cleopatra.
ACTI. SCENE I.
SCENE Alexandria in Ægypt.
Enter Demetrius and Philo.
AY, but this Dotage of our General
That o'er the Files and Mufters of the War,
The Office and Devotion of their view
Enter Antony, and Cleopatra, her Ladies; the Train, with
Cleo. If it be Love indeed, tell me how much?
Ant. Then muft thou needs find out new Heav'n, new Earth.
Enter a Messenger.
Mef. 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 fcarce-bearded Cafar have not sent
His powerful Mandate to you. Do this, or this;
Take in that Kingdom, and infranchise that ;
Ant. How, my Love?
Cleo. Perchance, nay, and moft like,
Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide Arch
Cleo. Excellent Falfhood!
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
Ant. But ftirr'd by Cleopatra.
Now for the love of love, and his foft Hours,
Ant. Fie wrangling Queen!
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
[Exeunt with their Train.
Dem. I am full forry, that he approves the common Liar, who thus fpeaks of him at Rome; but I will hope of better Deeds to morrow. Reft you happy.
Enter Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, and a
Char. L. Alexas, fweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost most abfolute Alexas, where's the Soothsayer that you prais'd to th' Queen? Oh! that I knew this Hufband, which you fay, muft change his Horns with Gar
Sooth. Your will?
Char. Is this the Man? Is't you, Sir, that know things? Sooth. In Nature's infinite Book of Secrecy, a little I can read.
Char. Good Sir, give me good Fortune.
Sooth. I make not, but forefee.
Alex. Shew him your Hand.
Eno. Bring in the Banquet quickly: Wine enough, Cleopatra's Health to drink.
Char. Pray then, foresee me one.
Sooth. You fhall be yet far fairer than you are.