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M. ANTON Y.
Friends and Followers of AnScarus,
Friends to Cæsar,
Friends to Pompey.
Servants to Cleopatra.
Ladies attending on Cleopatra.
Messengers, and other Attendants. The SCENE is dispers’d in several Parts of the Roman Empire.
The Palace at Alexandria in Egypt.
Enter Demetrius and Philo.
NO flows the
meafure; those his goodly eyes,
That o'er the files and mufters of the war
in the train, Eunuchs fanning her.
Cleo. If it be love, indeed, tell me, how much?
* Into a Strumpet's fool.-] The Metaphor is here miserably mangled. We should read, Into a Strumpet's Fool. The Pillar of the World, says he, is transformed into a Strumpet's Stool. Alluding to the custom of Strumpets sitting in the Lap of their Lovers. I 6
Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be
Enter a Messenger.
Tell the sum.
Ant. How, my love ?
Cleo. Perchance, (nay, and most like,)
Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide arch
Cleo. Excellent fallhood!
Ant. But stirr’d by Cleopatra.
Let's not confound the time with conference harlh ; There's not a minute of our lives fhould stretch Without some pleasure new : what sport to-night?
Cleo. Hear the Ambassadors.
Ant. Fie, wrangling Queen! Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, To weep : whose every passion fully strives To make itself in thee fair and admired. No Messenger, but thine ;-and all alone, To-night we'll wander through the streets, and note The qualities of People. Come, my Queen, Last night you did defire it. Speak not to us.
Exeunt, with their Train. Dem. Is Cæfar with Antonius priz'd so flight ?
Phil. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
Dem. I'm sorry,
[Exeunt, S CE N E II. Enter Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, and a
L E XAS, sweet Alexas, most any thing
Alexas, almost moft abfolute Alexas, where's the Soothsayer that you prais'd so to th’ Queen ? Oh! that I knew this husband, which you say, muft charge his horns with garlands.
Char. Is this the man ? Is't you, Sir, that know things?
Sooth. In Nature's infinite Book of Secrecy, A little I can read.
Alex. Shew him your hand.
Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly: wine enough, Cleopatra's health to drink.
Char. Good Sir, give me good fortune.
yet far fairer than you are:
Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! let me be married to three Kings in a forenoon, and widow them all; let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage! find me, to marry me with Octavius Cæfar, and companion me with my mistress. Sooth. You shall out-live the Lady whom you
serve. Char. Oh, excellent! I love long life better than figs.
Sooth. You have seen, and proved, a fairer former fortune, than that which is to approach.
Char. Then, belike, my children shall have no Pr’ythee, how many boys and wenches must I have? Sooth. If every
wishes had a womb, And fertil every wish, a million.
Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.
Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers.
Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes to-night, shall be to go drunk to bed.