'Till his deferts are paft,) begin to throw Eno. I'll do't. [Exeunt. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras, Cleo. Where is he? Char. I did not fee him fince. Cleo. See, where is he, who's with him, what he does. I did not fend you: If you find him fad, Say, I am dancing: if in mirth, report, That I am fudden fick. Quick, and return. 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, cross him in nothing. Cleo. Thou teacheft, 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. But here comes Antony. Enter Antony. Cleo. I'm fick, and fullen. Ant. I am forry to give breathing to my purpose. It cannot be thus long, the fides of nature Will not fuftain it. [Seeming to faint. Ant. Now, my dearest Queen,- Ant. Ant. What's the matter? Cleo. I know, by that fame eye, there's fome good news. What fays the marry'd woman? you may go ; Cleo. O, never was there Queen So mightily betray'd; yet at the first Ant. Cleopatra, Cleo. Why fhould I think, you can be mine, and true, Though you with fwearing shake the throned Gods, Ant. Molt fweet Queen, Cleo. Nay, pray you, feek no colour for your going, But bid farewel, and go: when you fued staying, Then was the time for words; no going, then ; Eternity was in our lips and eyes, 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't know, There were a heart in Egypt. Ant. Hear me, Queen; The strong neceffity of time commands Breeds fcrupulous faction; the hated, grown to strength, Into Into the hearts of fuch as have not thriv'n Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedon, It does from childishness. Can Fulvia die? 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 th' advices. By the fire, (4) And that which most Is Fulvia's Death.] -My more particular, Thus all the more modern Editions: the 1ft and 2d Folio's read, Safe: All corruptedly. Antony is giving several reasons to Cleopatra, which makes his Departure from Egypt absolutely neceffary; most of them, reasons of State; but the Death of Fulvia, his Wife, was a particular and private Call, which demanded his Prefence in Italy. But the printed Copies would rather make us believe, that Fulvia's Death fhould prevent, or fave him the Trouble of going. The Text, in this respect, I dare engage, runs counter to its Master's Meaning. Cleopatra is jealous of Antony's Abfence; and fufpicious that he is feeking Colours for his Going. Antony replies to her Doubts, with the Reasons that obliged him to be abfent for a Time; and tells her, that, as his Wife Fulvia is dead, and fo fhe has no Rival to be jealous of, that Circumftance fhould be his best Plea and Excufe, and have the greatest Weight with her for his Going. Who does not fee now, that it ought to be read as I have reform'd the Text? That That quickens Nilus' flime, I go from hence Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come; But let it be, I'm quickly ill, and well, So, Antony loves. Ant. My precious Queen, forbear, And give true evidence to his love, which ftands Cleo. So Fulvia told me. I pry'thee, turn afide, and weep for her; Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more. Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly. Cleo. And target Still he mends: But this is not the beft. Look, pry'thee, Charmian, The carriage of his chafe. Ant. I'll leave you, lady. Cleo. Courteous lord, one word; Sir, you and I must 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 idlenefs fo near the heart; E fword Be Be ftrew'd before your feet! Ant. Let us go: come, Our feparation to abides and flies, That thou, refiding here, goeft yet with me, [Exeunt. SCENE changes to Cæfar's Palace in Rome. Enter Octavius Cæfar reading a letter, Lepidus, and Caf. Y attendants, OU may fee, Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Cæfar's natural vice to hate One great competitor. From Alexandria This is the news; he fishes, drinks, and waftes The lamps of night in revel; is not more manly Than Cleopatra; nor the Queen of Ptolemy More womanly than he. Hardly gave audience, Or did vouchsafe to think that he had partners. You fhall there find a man, who is the abftract Of all faults all men follow. Lep. I must not think, They're evils enough to darken all his goodness; Than what he chufes. Caf. You're too indulgent. Let us grant, it is net Amifs to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy, To give a kingdom for a mirth, to fit And keep the turn of tipling with a flave, To reel the streets at noon; and ftand the buffet With knaves that smell of sweat; say, this becomes him (As his compofure must be rare, indeed, Whom these things cannot blemish;) yet muft Antony That |