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Have notice what we purpose. I shall break
The cause of our expedience to the Queen,
And get her leave 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
Petition us at home. Sextus Pompeius
Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands
The empire of the sea : our slippery people
(Whose love is never link'd to the deserver
Till his deserts are past) begin to throw
Pompey the great, and all his dignities,
Upon his son : who, high in name and power,
Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
For the main soldier ; whose quality, going on,
The sides o’th' world may danger. Much is breeding,
Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure,
To such whose place is under us, requires
Our quick remove from hence.
Eno.

I shall do it. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Another Room in the Same.

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS.

Cleo.

Where is he? Char.

I did not see him since. 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, for

bear : In time we hate that which we often fear.

Enter ANTONY.

But here comes Antony.
Cleo.

I am sick and sullen.
Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my pur-

pose, 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,
Cleo. Pray you, stand farther from me.
Ant.

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.

Ant. The gods best know, —
Cleo.

O, never was there Queen
So mightily betray'd ; yet at the first
I saw the treasons planted.
Ant.

Cleopatra,

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Cleo. Why should I think you can be mine, and

true, Though you in swearing shake the throned geds, Who have been false to Fulvia ? Riotous madness, To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, Which break themselves in swearing ! Ant.

Most sweet Queen,
Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your

going,
But bid farewell, and go : when you sued staying,
Then was the time for words; no going then :
Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor,
But was a race of Heaven : they are so still,
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
Art turn'd the greatest liar.
Ant.

How now, lady!
Cleo. I would I had thy inches; thou should'st

know,
There were a heart in Egypt.
Ant.

Hear me, Queen.
The strong necessity of time commands
Our services a while ; but my full heart
Remains in use with you. Our Italy
Shines o’er with civil swords : Sextus Pompeius
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome :
Equality of two domestic powers
Breeds scrupulous faction.

The hated, grown to
strength,
Are newly grown to love : the condemn'd Pompey,
Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace
Into the hearts of such as have not thriy'd
Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten ;
And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge
By any desperate change. My more particular,

And that which most with you should safe my going,
Is Fulvia's death.
Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me

freedom,
It does from childishness. Can Fulvia die ?

Ant. She's dead, my Queen.
Look here, and, at thy sovereign leisure, read
The garboils she awak'd ; at the last, best,
See when and where she died.
Cleo.

O most false love !
Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill
With sorrowful water ? Now I see, I see,
In Fulvia's death, how mine receiv'd shall be.

Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know
The purposes I bear; which are, or ceases
As you shall give th' advice : by the fire
That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence,
Thy soldier, servant; making peace, or war,
As thou affect'st.
Cleo.

Cut my lace, Charmian, come.
But let it be. —- I am quickly ill, and well,
So Antony loves.

My precious Queen, forbear;
And give true credence to his love, which stands
An honourable trial.
Cleo.

So Fulvia told me.
I pr’ythee, turn aside, and weep for her ;
Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears
Belong to Egypt: good now, play one scene
Of excellent dissembling; and let it look
Like perfect honour.
Ant.

You'll heat my blood : no more,
Cleo. You can do better yet, but this is meetly.
Ant. Now, by my sword,
Cleo.

And target.

Still he mends ;

Ant.

But this is not the best. Look, pr’ythee, Charmian,
How this Herculean Roman does become
The carriage of his chafe.

Ant. I'll leave you, lady.
Cleo.

Courteous lord, one word
Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:
Sir, you and I have lov’d, but there's not it;
That you know well : something it is I would,
0, my oblivion is a very Antony,
And I am all forgotten.
Ant.

But that your royalty
Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
For idleness itself.
Cleo.

'Tis sweating labour
To bear such idleness so near the heart,
As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me;
Since my becomings kill me, when they do not
Eye well to you : your honour calls you hence;
Therefore, be deaf to my unpitied folly,
And all the gods go with you! upon your sword
Sit laurel'd victory, and smooth success
Be strew'd before your feet !
Ant.

Let us go. Come;
Our separation so abides, and flies,
That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.
Away!

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Rome. An Apartment in CÆSAR's House.

Enter OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, LEPIDUS, and Attendants. Cæsar.

You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,

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