come, his fortune, his fortune!-0, let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! and let her die too, and give him a worse! and let worse follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee! Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded: therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly! Char. Amen. Alex. Lo, now, if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores but they'd do't! Eno. Hush! here comes Antony. Char. Not he; the queen. Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him.—Enobarbus,— Eno. Madam? Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither.-Where's Alexas? Enter ANTONY with a Messenger and Attendants. Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field. Mess. Ay: But soon that war had end, and the time's state Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Cæsar; Whose better issue in the war, from Italy, Upon the first encounter, drave them. Ant. Well, what worst? Mess. The nature of bad news infects the teller. Ant. When it concerns the fool or coward.-On :- This is stiff news-hath, with his Parthian force, His conquering banner shook from Syria Whilst Ant. Antony, thou wouldst say, Mess. O, my lord! Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue : Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome; Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds Mess. At your noble pleasure. [Exit. Ant. From Sicyon, ho, the news!(10) Speak there! Ant. Let him appear.— These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, Or lose myself in dotage. Her length of sickness, with what else more serious Importeth thee to know, this bears. [Gives a letter. Ant. Forbear me. [Exit Sec. Mess. What our contempts do often hurl from us, The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone; The hand could pluck her back that shov'd her on. Re-enter ENOBARBUS.(11) Eno. What's your pleasure, sir? Ant. I must with haste 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,(12) 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 instantly; I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying. Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. Eno. Alack, sir, no; her 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 almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove. Ant. Would I had never seen her! Eno. O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work; which not to have been blessed withal would have discredited your travel. Ant. Fulvia is dead. Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Fulvia! Ant. Dead. Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, 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(13) that should water this sorrow. Ant. The business she hath broached in the state Cannot endure my absence. 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. Of many our contriving friends in Rome Eno. I shall do't. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. Another room in the same. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and ALEXAS. Char. I did not see him since. (16) Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what he does: I did not send you :-if you find him sad, Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report That I am sudden sick : quick, and return. [Exit Alexas. Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him. Cleo. What should I do, I do not? Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in nothing. Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool,-the way to lose him. Char. Tempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear: In time we hate that which we often fear. But here comes Antony. Cleo. I'm sick and sullen. Enter ANTONY. Ant. I'm sorry to give breathing to my purpose,Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian; I shall fall: It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature Will not sustain it. Ant. 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: 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. Cleo. O, never was there queen So mightily betray'd! yet at the first I saw the treasons(17) planted. Ant. Cleopatra,― Cleo. Why should I think you can be mine and true, Ant. Most sweet queen,— Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going, |