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Her length of sickness, with what else, more serious, Importeth thee to know, this tells. (Gives a letter. Ant. Forbear me
Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women. 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 Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly. I have seen her die twenty times, upon a far poorer occasion. Ant. She is cunning, past man's thought. Fulvia
is dead. Eno. Fulvia!
Ant. Dead. - Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then were the case to be lamented :-- the tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow.
Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers
A Room in CLEOPATRA's Palace.
CLEOPATRA, CHARMION, IRAS, and ALEXAS,
Cle. Where is he?
him, what he does.-
(Exit ALEXAS. Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him
Cle. What should I do I do not?
nothing Cle. Thou teachest like a fool ;-the way to lose
him. Char. Tempt him not so too far.
Cle. I am sick and sullen. [To CHARMION aside.
Cle. Help me away, dear Charmion, I shall fall;
Cle. Pray you, stand farther from me.
the married woman? You may go:
her's Ant. The gods best know
Cle. O, never was there queen
Cle. 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!
Cle. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going;
Ant. Hear me, queen;
Cle. Her death!--Can Fulvia die ?
Cle. O, most false love!
Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know The purposes I bear; which are, or cease, As you
shall give advice. Now, by the fire. That quickens Nilus' slime, I go out hence Thy soldier, servant'; making peace, or war, As thou affect’st.
Cle. Cut my lace, Charmion ; come;
Ant. My precious queen, forbear;
Clc. So was Fulvia told :
Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more.
Cle. And target,--still he mends;
Ant. I'll leave you, lady.
Cle. Courteous lord, one word.
Ant. But that your majesty
hence : Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly, And all the gods go with you! On your sword
Sit laurell’d victory; and smooth success
Rome. A Room in CÆSAR's Palace.
Enter Octavius CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, and their
Cæs. You may see Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate Our great competitor. From Alexandria This is the news; he fishes, drinks, and wastes The lamps of night in revel : is not more man-like Than Cleopatra; nor the queen of Ptolemy More womanly than he: hardly gave audience, or Vouchafed 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 enough to darken all his goodness. His faults, in him, seem as hereditary Rather than purchased; what he cannot change, : Than what he chooses.
Cæs. You are too indulgent. Grant it not amiss To gire a kingdom for a mirth, to sit And keep the turn of tipling with a slave;