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Enter Enobarbus. Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir? Ant. I must with hafte from hence. 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.
Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let Women die. It 1 , were pity to cast them away for nothing, though between them and a great cause, they should be esteem'd nothing. Cleopatra catching but the least noise of this dics instantly; I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do think there is Mettle in Death, which commits some loving a& upon her, she hath such a Celerity in Dying.
Ant. She is cunning past Man's Thought. Eno. Alack, Sir, no, her Pallions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure Love. We cannot call her Winds and Waters, Sighs and Tears: And yet they are greater Storms and Tempests than Almanacks can report. This cannot be cunning in her: if it be, she makes a Show'r of Rain as well as Jove.
Ant. Would I had never seen her. 1 Eno. Oh Sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful Piece
of Work, which not to have been bleft withal, would have
discredited your Travel. į Ant: Fulvia is dead.
Eno. Sir! Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Fulvia? Ant. Dead. Eno. Why Sir, give the Gods a thaoksul Sacrifice: when it pleaseth their Deities to take the Wife of a Man from him, it shews to Man the Tailors of the Earth: Comforting him 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 were to be lamented: This Grief is crown'd with Confolation, your old Smock brings forth a new Petticoat, and indeed the Tears live in an Onion, that should water this Sorrow.
Friends and Followers of Antony.
Friends to Pompey:
Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants. · The SCENE lyes in several Parts of the Roman Empire.
Antony and Cleopatra.
AC T I. SCENE I.
SCENE Alexandria in Ægypt.
Enter Demetrius and Philo.
O'er-flows the Measure ; those his goodly | Eyes
That o'er the Files and Musters of the War,
office and Front. His eat fights ha fempers
Enter Antony, and Cleopatra, her Ladies; the Train, with
Eunuchs fanning ber. :
Cleo. If it be Love indeed, tell me how much? | Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
Cleo. I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd.
Ant. Then must thou needs find out new Heav'n, new
Enter a Messenger.
Cleo. Nay, hear them Antony.
Ant. How, my Love?
Cleo. Perchance, nay, and most like,
Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide Arch
Cleo. Excellent Falshood !
Ant. But stirr’d by Cleopatra.
Cleo. Hear the Ambassadors.
Ant. Fie wrangling Queen !
. [Exeunt with their Train. Dem. Is Cæfar with Antonius prizid so Night?
Phil Sir, fomecimes when he is not Antony, He comes too short of that great Property Which fill should go with Antony.
Dem. I am full sorry, that he approves the common Liar, who thus speaks of him at Rome ; but I will hope of better Deeds to morrow. Reft you happy.
[Exeuni. Enter Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, and a
Enobarbus, Soothsayer. mof any thi
Char. L. Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost moft abfolute Alexas, where's the Soothsayer that you i prais’d to th' Queen ? Oh ! that I knew this Hufband," which you say, must change his Horns with Garlands.
Sooth. In Nature's infinite Book of Secrecy, a little I can read.
Alex. Shew him your Hand.
Eno. Bring in the Barquet quickly: Wine enough, Cleopatra's Health to drink.
Char, Good Sir, give me good Fortune.