Cleopatra. See where he is, who's with him, what he

does :

I did not send you: 6—If you find him sad,

Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report

That I am sudden sick: Quick, and return.

[Exit ALEXAS. Charmian. Madam, methinks, if you did love him

dearly,

You do not hold the method to enforce

The like from him.

Cleopatra.

What should I do, I do not?

Charmian. In each thing give him way, cross him in

nothing.

Cleopatra. Thou teachest like a fool: the way to lose him.

Charmian. Tempt him not so too far: I wish forbear; In time we hate that which we often fear.

Enter ANTONY.

I am sick, and sullen.

But here comes Antony.

Cleopatra.

Antony. I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose.Cleopatra. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall; It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature

Will not sustain it.

Antony.

Now, my dearest queen,→

Cleopatra. Pray you, stand further from me.
Antony.

What's the matter?

Cleopatra. I know, by that same eye, there's some good

news.

What says 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.
Antony. The gods best know,——

Cleopatra.

O, never was there queen,

So mightily betray'd! Yet, at the first,
I saw the treasons planted.

6 Look as if I did not send you.

Antony.

Cleopatra,

Cleopatra. Why should I think, you can be mine, and

true,

Though you in swearing shake the throned gods,
Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness,
To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
Which break themselves in swearing!

Antony.

Most sweet queen,

Cleopatra. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your

going,

But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying,
Then was the time for words: No going then ;—
Eternity was in our lips, and eyes;

Bliss in our brows bent;7 none our parts so poor,
But was a races of heaven; They are so still,
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
Art turn'd the greatest liar.

Antony.
Cleopatra. I would, I had
know,

There were a heart in Egypt.

How now, lady!

thy inches; thou shouldst

Hear me, queen:

Antony.
The strong necessity of time commands

Our services awhile; but my full heart
Remains in use with you. Our Italy

Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius
Makes his approaches to the port9 of Rome:

Equality of two domestick powers

Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown to strength,
Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey,
Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace

Into the hearts of such as have not thriv'd
Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;
And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge
By any desperate change: My more particular,
And that which most with you should save my going,
Is Fulvia's death.

7 The arch of our eye-brows.

• Gate.

Smack or flavour.

Cleopatra. Though age from folly could not give me

freedom,

It does from childishness:-Can Fulvia die?

Antony. She's dead, my queen:

Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read
The garboils she awak'd;1 at the last, best:
See, when, and where she died.

Cleopatra.

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 receiv'd shall be.

Antony. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,

As you shall give the advice: Now, by the fire
That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence,
Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war,
As thou affect'st.

Cleopatra.

Cut my lace, Charmian, come;-—

But let it be.-I am quickly ill, and well:
So Antony loves.

Antony.

My precious queen, forbear;

And give true evidence to his love, which stands

An honourable trial.

Cleopatra.

So Fulvia told me.
I pr'ythee, turn aside, and weep for her;
Then bid adieu to me, and say, the tears
Belong to Egypt:2 Good now, play one scene
Of excellent dissembling; and let it look
Like perfect honour.

Antony. You'll heat my blood: no more.

Cleopatra. You can do better yet; but this is meetly. Antony. Now, by my sword,

Cleopatra.

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.3

Antony.

• The commotion she occasioned.

3 Rage.

I'll leave you, lady.

2 To me, the queen of Egypt.

Cleopatra. Courteous lord, one word.

Sir, you and I must part,—but that's not it:
Sir, you and I have lov'd,—but there's not it;
That you know well: Something it is I would-
O, my oblivion is a very Antony,

And I am all forgotten.

Antony.

But that your royalty

Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
For idleness itself.

Cleopatra.

'Tis sweating labour,

To bear such idleness so near the heart
As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me;
Since my becomings kill me, when they do not
Eye well to you: Your honour calls you hence;
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,

And all the gods go with you! upon your sword
Sit laurel'd victory! and smooth success
Be strew'd before your feet!

Antony.

Let us go. Come;
Our separation so abides, and flies,

That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.
Away.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-ROME. An Apartment in CÆSAR's House. Enter OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, and ATTENDANTS. Cæsar. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate

One great competitor: From Alexandria

This is the news; He fishes, drinks, and wastes
The lamps of night in revel: is not more manlike
Than Cleopatra; nor the queen Ptolemy

More womanly than he: hardly gave audience, or Vouchsaf'd to think he had partners: You shall find there

A man, who is the abstract of all faults

That all men follow.

4 Oblivious memory.

Lepidus.

I must not think, there are

Evils enough to darken all his goodness:
His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven,
More fiery by night's blackness: hereditary,
Rather than purchas'd; what he cannot change,
Than what he chooses.

Cæsar. You are too indulgent: Let us grant, it is not Amiss to press the bed of Ptolemy;

To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit

And keep the turn of tippling with a slave;
To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet
With knaves unworthy: say, this becomes him,
(As his composure must be rare indeed,

Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must Antony
No way excuse his soils, when we do bear

So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd
His vacancy with his voluptuousness,

Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones,
Call on him for't: but, to confound' such time,
That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud
As his own state, and ours,-'tis to be chid

As we rate boys; who being mature in knowledge,
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
And so rebel to judgment.

Lepidus.

Enter a MESSENGER.

Here's more news.

Messenger. Thy biddings have been done; and every

hour,

Most noble Cæsar, shalt thou have report

How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea;

And it appears, he is belov'd of those
That only have fear'd Cæsar: to the ports
The discontents repair, and men's reports
Give him much wrong'd.

Cæsar.

I should have known no less:

It hath been taught us from the primal state,

5 Procured by his own fault.

7 Consume.

• Visit him.

8 Discontented.