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seech 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 ine this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee! Iras, Ameu Dear goddess, hear that
of the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome man loose wived, so it is a deadly sor. row to behold a foul kpave uncuckolded; Therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly!
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.
Not he, the queen.
No, lady. Cleo.
Was he not here? Char. No, madam. Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the sud
den A Roman thought hath struck him.-Enobarbus,
Enter Antony, with a Messenger and Attendants. Cleo. We will not look upon him: Go with us.
[Ereunt Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Alexas, Iras,
Charmian, Soothsayer, and Attendants.
* An Egyptian goddess.
Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field.
Mess. The nature of bad news in fects the teller.
Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward. - On:
Ant. Antony, thou would'st say,–
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 With such full licence, as both truth and malice Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds, When our quick windst lie still; and ourills told us, Is as our earing f. Fare thee well a while. Mess. At your noble pleasure.
[Erit. Ant. From Sicyon how the neu's? Speak there. 1 Att. The man from Sicyon. Is there such an
one? 2 Att. He stays g upon your will.
+ In some editions minds. Tilling, ploughing; prepares us to produce good seed.
♡ Waits. VOL. VII.
Let lim appear.
Enter another Messenger.
Or lose myself in dotage. What are you?
2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead.
Where died she
Eno. What's your pleasure, sir?
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 were pits 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 comniits 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 almanacks 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. 0, sir, you had then left unseen a wonder. ful piece of work; which not to have been blessed 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 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 grirf 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.
Eno. And the business you have broached here cannot be without you, especially that of Cleopa. tra's, which wholly depends on your abode.
Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers Have notice what we purpose. I shall break The cause of our expedience* to the queen, And get her lovet to part. For not alone The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too
Of many our contriving friends in Rome
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
I did not see him since. Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what he
I did not send you t;~ If you find him sad,
[Erit Alex. Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him
What should I do, I do not? Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in
+ Look as if I did not send you.