Caf. O Antony! I have follow'd thee to this ;-But we do lance Our equalnefs to this.-Hear me, good friends,→→ Enter a Messenger. The bufinefs of this man looks out of him, Mef. A poor gyptian yet. The queen my mistress, Confin'd in all fhe has, her monument, Of thy intents defires inftruction ; That the preparedly may frame herself Caf. Bid her have good heart; She foon fhall know of us, by fome of ours, Determine for her: for Cæfar cannot live To be ungentle. Mef. So the gods preferve thee! [Exit. Caf. Come hither, Proculeius; Go, and fay, We purpose her no fhame: give her what comforts The quality of her paffion fhall require; Left, in her greatnefs, by fome mortal ftroke. K She She do defeat us: for her life in Rome And, with your speedieft, bring us what she says, Pro. Cæfar, I fhall. [Exit. Caf. Gallus, go you along.-Where's Dolabella, To fecond Proculeius? Agr. Mec. Dolabella! [Exit GALLUS. Caf. Let him alone, for I remember now SCENE II. The monument. [Exeunt. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS. Enter, below, PROCULEIUS, GALLUS, &c. Thou mean'ft to have him grant thee. Pro. My name is Proculeius. Cleo. [Within.] Antony Did tell me of you, bade me truft you; but I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd, That have no ufe for trusting. If your master No lefs beg than a kingdom: if he please Pro. Be of good cheer; You are fallen into a princely hand, fear nothing: Cleo. [Within.] Pray you, tell him I am his fortune's vaffal, and I fend him Pro. This I'll report, dear lady. Have comfort; for, I know, your plight is pity'd Gal. You fee how easily fhe may be furpris'd; Guard her, 'till Cæfar come. Iras. Royal queen! Char. O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen ! Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands. [Exit. K 2 [Drawing a dagger. PROCULEIUS PROCULEIUS rushes in, and difarms the Queen. Pro. Hold, worthy lady, hold: Do not yourself fuch wrong, who are in this Cleo. What, of death too, that rids our dogs of Do not abuse my mafter's bounty, by The undoing of yourfelf: let the world fee Cleo. Where art thou, death? [languish? Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen Worth many babes and beggars! Pro. O, temperance, lady! Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, fir; If idle talk will once be neceffary, I'll not fleep neither: This mortal house I'll ruin, Of cenfuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt Pro. You do extend The thoughts of horror further than you fhall Enter What thou hast done thy master Cæfar knows, Pro. So, Dolabella, It fhall content me beft: be gentle to her.- If you'll employ me to him. Cleo. Say, I would die. [To CLEOPATRA, [Exit PROCULEIUS. Dol. Moft noble emprefs, you have heard of me? Cleo. I cannot tell. Dol. Affuredly, you know me. Cleo. No matter, fir, what I have heard, or known. You laugh, when boys, or women, tell their dreams; Is't not your trick? Dol. I understand not, madam. Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony;→→→ O, fuch another fleep, that I might fee But fuch another man! Dol. If it might please you, Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck A fun, and moon; which kept their courfe, and lighted The little O, the earth. Dol. Moft fovereign creature,― Cleo. His legs beftrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crefted the world: his voice was property'd As all the tuned fpheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping: His delights K 3 Were |