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} Friends of Antony.
Friends to Cæsar.
Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt.
armian, } Attendants on Cleopatra.
Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.
SCENE, dispersed; in several parts of the Roman Empire.
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
ACT 1. SCENE I.
ALEXANDRIA. A ROOM IN CLEOPATRA'S PALACE.
Enter Demetrius and Philo. · Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's, 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 on his breast, reneges all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust. Look, where they come!
Flourish. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with their
trains; Eunuchs fanning her.
leo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be
Cleo. I'll set a bourn how far to be belov’d.
ven, new earth.
Enter an Attendant.
'Grates me:—The sum.
How, my love! Cleo. Perchance,—nay, and most like, You must not stay here longer, your dismission . Is come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antony.Where's Fulvia's process? Cæsar's, I would say ?
BothiCall in the messengers.—As I am Egypt's queen, Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine Is Cæsar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame, When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds.—The messen
gers. Ant. Let Rome in Tiber melt! and the wide
And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind
On pain of punishment, the world to weet,
Ant. But stirr’d by Cleopatra.-
Cleo. Hear the ambassadors.
Fie, wrangling queen
[Exeunt Ant. and Cleop. with their train. Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius priz'd so slight?
Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
I'm full sorry,
THE SAME. ANOTHER ROOM.
Enter Charmian, Iras, Aleras, and a Soothsayer.
Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen? O, that I knew this husband, which, you say, must change his horns with garlands !
Show him your hand.
Enter Enobarbus. -
Char. Good sir, give me good fortune.