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LOVE THE NOBLENESS OF LIFE.
Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide arch
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?-
Will be himself.
But stirr'd by Cleopatra.
Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours.
ANTONY'S VICES AND VIRTUES.
I must not think, there are
Evils enough to darken all his goodness:
His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven,
Rather than purchased†; what he cannot change,
Cas. You are too indulgent: Let us grant, it is not Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit
And keep the turn of tippling with a slave;
To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet With knaves that smell of sweat: say, this becomes
(As his composure must be rare indeed,
Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet must Antony
So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd
Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones,
Call on him § for't: but, to confound || such time
+ Procured by his own fault.
That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud
Leave thy lascivious wassals *. When thou once
Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against,
The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES.
WE, ignorant of ourselves,
Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit,
By losing of our prayers.
DESCRIPTION OF CLEOPATRA SAILING DOWN THE CYDNUS.
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that
The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were
*Feastings; in the old copy it is vuissailes, i. e. vassals.
Stagnant, slimy water.
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
In her pavilion, (cloth of gold, of tissue,)
CLEOPATRA'S INFINITE POWER IN PLEASING.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: Other women
Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry
Become themselves in her; that the holy priests
THE UNSETTLED HUMOURS OF LOVERS.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS. Cleo. Give me some music; music, moody § food Of us that trade in love.
The music, ho!
* Added to the warmth they were intended to diminish. + Readily perform. + Wanton. § Melancholy.
Cleo. Let it alone; let us to billiards:
Char. My arm is sore, best play with Mardian. Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd, As with a woman:-Come, you'll play with me, sir? Mar. As well as I can, madam.
Cleo. And when good will is show'd, though it come too short,
The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:-
Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce
I'll think them every one an Antony,
And say, Ah, ha! you're caught.
'Twas merry, when
You wager'd on your angling; when your diver
That time!-O times!— I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night I laugh'd him into patience: and next morn, Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed; Then put my tires* and mantles on him, whilst I wore his sword Philippan.
MINE honesty, and I, begin to square †.
Doth conquer him that did his master conquer,
AMBITION JEALOUS OF A TOO SUCCESSFUL FRIEND.
I have done enough: A lower place, note well,
WHAT OCTAVIA'S ENTRANCE SHOULD HAVE BEEN. Why have you stol'n upon us thus? You come not Like Cæsar's sister: The wife of Antony Should have an army for an usher, and The neighs of horse to tell of her approach, Long ere she did appear; the trees by the way, Should have borne men; and expectation fainted, Longing for what it had not: nay, the dust Should have ascended to the roof of heaven, Rais'd by your populous troops: But you are come A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented The ostent* of our love, which, left unshown Is often left unlov'd: we should have met you By sea, and land; supplying every stage With an augmented greeting.
Women are not,
In their best fortunes, strong; but want will perjure The ne'er-touch'd vestal.
FORTUNE FORMS OUR JUDGMENTS.
I see, men's judgments are
To suffer all alike.
WISDOM SUPERIOR TO FORTUNE.
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
* Show, token.
Are of a piece with them.