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Have power to utter, O. then we bring forth weeds,
Let him appear. These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
120 Or lose myself in dotage.
Enter another Messenger.
What are you? Sec. Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead. Ant.
Where died she? Sec. Mess In Sicyon: Her length of sickness, with what else more serious Importeth thee to know, this bears. [Gives a letter. Ant.
[Exit Sec. Messenger. There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it: What our contempt doth often hurl from us, We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, By revolution lowering, does become The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone:
Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: we see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer our departure, death's the word. Ant. I must be gone.
140 Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women die: it were pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between them and a great cause, they should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instant. ly; I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death, which com. mits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying. Ant. She is cunning past man's thought.
150 Eno. Alack, sir, no; ber passions are made of nothing
but the finest part of pure love: we cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almapacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jore.
Ant. Would I had never seen her! Eno. 0, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful pieco of work; which not to have been blest withal would have discredited your travel.
Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from liim, it shows 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 case to be lamented: this grief is crowned with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new petticoat: and indeed the tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow.
Ant. The business she hath broached in the state Cannot endure my absence.
179 Eno. And the business you have broached here cannot be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode.
Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers
Our quick remove from hence.
Eno. I shall do't.
The same. Another room.
I did not see him since.
Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly,
What should I do, I do not?
Char. Tempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear:
'I am sick and sullen.
Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian; I shall fall:
Now, my dearest queen,-
What's the matter?: Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some good news. What says the married woman? You may go:
Ant. The gods best know,-
0, never was there queen
30 Which break themselves in swearing!
Most sweet queen,-
How now, lady!
Hear me, queen:
Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom,
Ant. She's dead, my queen:
O most false love!
Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know
Cut my lace. Charmian, come;
My precious queen, forbear;
So Fulvia told me.
You'll heat my blood: no more. 80
And target. Still he mends;
Ant. I'll leave you, lady.
Courteous lord, one word.
90 And I am all forgotten. Ant.
But that your royalty
'Tis sweating labour
100 Be strew'd before your feet! Ant.
Let us go. Come;
SCENE IV. Rome. Cæsar's house. Enter Octavius CÆSAR, readiny a letter, LEPIDUS, and
their Train. Cæs You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Carsar's natural vice to hato