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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
ACT THE FIRST.
Alexandria. The Interior of CLEOPATRA's Paluce.
Enter CANIDIUS and PHILO.
Can. Nay, but this dotage of our general O'erflows the measure; 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 fights, hath burst The buckles of his breast, disowns all temper, And is become the bellows and the fan, To cool a gipsy's passions. Look, they come.
[Flourish. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and their Train. Eu
nuchs fanning her. Take but good note, and you shall see in him The triple
pillar of the world transform’d Into a wanton's fool. Behold!
Cle. If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
reckon'd. Cle. I'll set a bourn how far to be beloved. Ant, Then must thou needs find out new Heaven,
Enter an ATTENDANT.
Cle. Nay, hear them, Antony.
shame When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The messengers!
[Calling Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide arch Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space : Kingdoms are clay; the nobleness of life Is, to do thus.
[Kisses her hand. Cle. Excellent falsehood! Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her? I seem the fool I am not; Antony Will be himself.
Ant. Now, for the love of Love, and his soft hours, Let's not confound the time with conference harsli ;
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Without some pleasure now. What sport to-night?
Cle. Hear the ambassadors.
Ant. Fie, wrangling queen!
[To the ATTENDANT, [Exeunt ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and Train. Philo. Triumphant lady !--Bui, since messengers, From many his contriving friends, in Rome, Petition his return, now Antony Must leave her utterly.
Can. Never; he will not.
Philo. I am full sorry that he so approves
Alexandria. A Room in ČLEOPATRA's Palace.
Enter ANTONY; Proculeius following.
Pro. Fulvia, thy wife, first came into the field,
But soon that war had end; and the time's state
Pro. The nature of bad news infects the teller.
Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward. On;
Ant. Antony, thou would'st say
Pro. The man from Sicyon. Is there such a one?
Erit. Ant. These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, Or lose myself in dotage.
Enter a MESSENGER.
Mes. Fulvia, thy wife, is dead.