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Octavius Cæfar.
Sex. Pompeius.

Friends and Followers of Antony.
Dolabella, Friends to Cæfar,

Friends to Pompey.
Mardian, Servants to Cleopatra.

A Soothsayer.

Cleopatra, Queen of Ægypt.
Octavia, sister to Cæsar, and wife to Antony.
Carmian, } Ladies attending on Cleopatra,
Ambasadors from Antony to Cæfar, Captains, Sol-

diers, Messengers, and other Attendants. The SCENE is dispers’d in several Parts of

the Roman Empire.



Alexandria in Ægypt:

Enter Demetrius and Philo.

AY, but this dotage of our General
O’er_flows the measure; those his goodly

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 liath burft
The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper,

And is become the bellows and the fan
To cool a gypsy's luft. Look where they come!
Enter Antony, and Cleopatra, her ladies in the train,

Eunuchs Fanning her.
Take but good note, and you shall see in bim,
The tripple pillar of the world transform'd
Into a frumpet's fool. Behold and fec.

Cleo t reneges, renounces,


Cleon I it be love indeed, tell me how much?
Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be secs

kon'd. Cleo. I'll fet a # bourn how far to be belov'd. Ant. Then muft thou needs find our new hearing new earth,

Enter a Mellenger.
Meff News, my good lord, from Rome,
Ant. It grates me. Tell the fum.

Cleo. Nay, hear it Antony.
Fulvia perehanee is angry, or who knows,
If the scarce-bearded Cafar have not fent
His powerful mandate to you. Do this, of this;
Take in that kingdom, and infranchise that;
Perform't, or else we dama thee.

Ant. How, my love?

Cleo. Perchance, nay, and moft like, You must not stay here longer; your dismission Is come from Cafar, therefore hear it, Antony. Where's Fulvia's procefs ? Cafar's? I'd say, both Call in the meffengers; as I'm Ægypt's Queen, Thou blusheft Antony, and that blood of thine Is Cafar's homager : fo thy checks pay shame, When Ihrill-congu'd Fatvia seolds. The meffengers

Ant. Let Rome int Tyber inelt, and the wide arch
Of the rais'd empire fall; here is my space,
Kingdoms are clays our drag, cach alle
Feeds beat as man; the noblenefs of lite
Is to do thus; wherr fuck a munal pair, (Embrasizga
And such a twain can do't ; if which, P bind
(On pain of punishment the world to #weet
We fand up peerless.

Cleo. Excellent falfhood!
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her
I'll seem the fool I am not. Antony
Will be himself,

Ant. But ftirpd by Cheopatra,
Now for the love of love, and his soft kours,"

Let' I bourn. baund" ar limit. #toweet to know

Let's not confound the time with conference harfhi; . There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Without some pleasure now: what sport to-night?

Cleo. Hear the ambaffadors.

Ant. Fie wrangling Queen! Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh; To weep: whore every paflion fully drives To make it self in thee fair and adıner'd. No messenger but thine, and all alone, To-night we'll wander through the ftreets, and more The qualities of people. Come, my Queen, Last night you did desire it: Speak nor to us.

(Exeunt with their train, Dem. Is Cafar with Antonius prizid fo flight

Phil. Sir, sometiines- when he is not Antony, He comes too short of that great property Which still should go witlt Antoning.

Dem. I'm sorry, That he approves the common liar Fame, Who fpeaks him thus at Rome; but I wil hope Of berer deeds to-morrow. Aeft you happy. (Ext


Enter Enobarbus, Charmian, Tras, Alexas, and a

Sooth-Sager. Char, Atexas, fweet Alexas, most any thing sla xas, almoft moft abfolute Alexas, where's the Soochfayer that your prais'd to th' Queen? Oh! tlrae I knew this husband, which you say, must change his horas with garlands.

Alex. Soothsayer.
Sooth. Your will?

Char. Is this the man > Es'e you, Siry that know things ?

Sooth. In nature's infinite book of fecrecy, a little I can read.

Alex. Shew him your hand.
Eino. Bring in the banquet quickly : wine enough,



Cleopatra's health to drink.

Char, Good Sir, give me good fortune.
Sooth. I make not, but foresee.
Char. Pray then, foresee me one.
Sooth: You shall be
yet far fairer than

you are.
Char. He means in flesh.
Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old.
Char. Wrinkles forbid.
Alex. Vex not his a prescience, be attentive.
Char. Hush!
Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than beloved.
Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
Alex. Nay, hear him.

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 Octavius Cæfar, and companion me with my mistress. Sooth. You shall out-live the lady whom you

serye. Char, Oh excellent, I love long life better than figs.

Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune, than that which is to approach. Char. Then belike


children shall have no names ; Prythee how many boys and wenches 'must I have

Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb,
And foretold every wish, a million,

Char. Out fool, I forgive thee for a witch.
Alex. You think none but your sheets are privy to
Char. Nay come, tell Iras hers.
Alex. We'll know all our fortunes.

Eno, Mine, and most of our fortunes to-night, shalt be to go drunk to bed.

Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.

Char. E'en as the o'erflowing Nylus presageth famine. Iras. Go you wild bedfellow, you cannot foothsay.

char. a patience.

your wishes.

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