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Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.: Can Fulvia die Ant. She's dead, my queen: Look here, and at thy sov’reign leisure read The garboils she awak'd ; at the last, best: See, when, and where she dy'd. Cleo. O most false love : Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill With sorrowful water Now I see, I see, In Fulvia's death, how mine shall be receiv'd. Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know The purposes I bear; which are, or cease, As you shall give the advices: By the fire That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war, As thou affect'st. Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come;— But let it be; I am quickly ill, and well, So Antony loves. Ant. My precious queen, forbear; And give true evidence to his love, which stands An honourable trial. Cleo. So Fulvia told me. I prythee turn aside, and weep for her; Then bid adieu to me, and say, the tears Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one scene Of excellent dissembling; and let it look Like perfect honour. Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more. Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly. Ant. Now, by my sword, Cleo. And target, still he mends; But this is not the best.—Look, pr’ythee, Charmian, How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his chafe. Ant. I’ll leave you, lady. Cleo. Courteous lord, one word.
20 ANTONY AN ID CLEOPATRA, [ACT 1,
Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:
Ant. But that your royalty
Cleo. "Tis sweating labour,
Ant. Let us go. Come;
A Room in Caesar's House.
Enter Oct Avius CesAR, LEPIDUs, and their Trains.
Oct. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,
This is the news—He fishes, drinks, and wastes
A man, who is the abstract of all faults
Lep. I must not think there are
Oct. You are too indulgent: Let us grant, it is not
(As his composure must be rare indeed,
Enter a MEssen GER. Lep. Here's more news. Mess. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour,
Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report
Enter another Messeng ER.
Mess. Caesar, I bring thee word, Menecrates, and Menas, famous pirates, Make the sea serve them; which they ear and wound With keels of every kind. Many hot inroads They make in Italy; the borders maritime Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt: No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more Than could his war resisted.
Oct. Antony, Leave thy lascivious wassals: When thou once Wert beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel Did famine follow ; whom thou fought'st against, Though daintily brought up, with patience more Than savages could suffer: thou didst drink The gilded puddle, Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did
The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
It is reported, thou didst eat strange flesh,
Lep. "Tis pity of him.
Oct. Let his shames quickly
. To-morrow, Caesar,
I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
Oct. Till which encounter,
Lep. Farewell, my lord: What you shall know
Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,
Oct. Doubt not, sir;
Enter CLEOPATRA, supporting herself on IRA's; CHARMIAN and MARDIAN, following.