ANT. Fulvia is dead. ENO. Sir? ANT. Fulvia is dead. ENO. Fulvia? ANT. Dead. ENO. Why, fir, give the gods a thankful facrifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it fhows to man the tailors of the earth; comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the cafe to be lamented: this grief is crown'd with confolation; your old finock brings forth a new petticoat-and, indeed, the tears live in an onion, that fhould water this forrow. ANT. The business she hath broached in the state, Cannot endure my abfence. ENO. And the business you have broach'd here cannot be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode. ANT. No more light anfwers. Let our officers U Upon his fon; who, high in name and power, ENO. I fhall do't. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, CLEO. Where is he? and ALEXAS. CHAR. I did not fee him fince. CLEO. See where he is, who's with him, what he does: I did not fend you ;-If you find him sad, Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report That I am fudden fick : Quick, and return. [Exit ALEX. CHAR. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him. CLEO. What fhould I do, I do not? CHAR. In each thing give him way, crofs him in nothing. CLEO. Thou teachest like a fool : the way to lose him. CHAR. Tempt him not fo too far: I wish, forbear; In time we hate that which we often fear. Enter ΑΝΤΟΝΥ. But here comes Antony. CLEO. I am fick, and fullen. ANT. I am forry to give breathing to my purpose,CLEO. Help me away, dear Charmian, I fhall fall; It cannot be thus long, the fides of nature Will not fuftain it. ANT. Now, my deareft queen, CLEO. Pray you, ftand further from me. ANT. What's the matter? CLEO. I know, by that fame eye,there's fome good news. What fays the married woman?-You may go; 'Would, she had never given you leave to come! Let her not say, 'tis I that keep you here, I have no power upon you; hers you are. So mightily betray'd! Yet, at the first, ANT. Cleopatra,— CLEO. Why should I think, you can be mine, and true, Though you in fwearing shake the throned gods, Who have been falfe to Fulvia? Riotous madness, To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, Which break themselves in fwearing! ANT. Moft fweet queen, CLEO. Nay, pray you, feek no colour for your going, Blifs in our brows' bent; none our parts fo poor, Or thou, the greatest foldier of the world, Art turn'd the greatest liar. ANT. How now, lady! CLEO. I would, I had thy inches; thou should'st know, There were a heart in Egypt. ANT. Hear me, queen : The ftrong neceffity of time commands Our fervices a while; but my fuil heart Remains in use with you. Our Italy Shines o'er with civil fwords: Sextus Pompeius Breeds fcrupulous faction: The hated, grown to strength Into the hearts of fuch as have not thriv'd CLEO. Though age from folly could not give me freedom It does from childifhnefs:-Can Fulvia die? ANT. She's dead, my queen : Look here, and, at thy fovereign leisure, read CLEO. O moft falfe love! Where be the facred vials thou should'ft fill As you fhall give the advice: Now, by the fire, CLEO. Cut my lace, Charmian, come ;- ANT. My precious queen, forbear; And give true evidence to his love, which ftands An honourable trial. CLEO. SO Fulvia told me. I pr'ythee, turn afide, and weep for her; ANT. You'll heat my blood; no more. CLEO. You can do better yet; but this is meetly. ANT. Now, by my fword, CLEO. And target,-Still he mends; But this is not the beft: 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. Sir, you and I muft part,-but that's not it: And I am all forgotten. ANT. But that your royalty Holds idleness your fubject, I fhould take you CLEO. 'Tis fweating labour, To bear fuch idleness fo near the heart As Cleopatra this. But, fir, forgive me; Since my becomings kill me, when they do not fword |