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Iras. There's a palm prefages chastity, if nothing else.

Char. Ev'n as the o'er-slowing Nilus presageth famine.

Ira s. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.

Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication, I cannot fcratch mine ear. Pr'ythee, tell her but a workyday fortune.

Sooth. Your fortunes are alike.
Iras. But how, but how?-give me particulars.
Sooth. I have said.
Iras, Am I not an inch of fortune better than she?

Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you chuse it?

Iras. Not in my husband's nose.
Char. Our worser thoughts heav'ns mend! Alexas,

Come, lis fortune; his fortune. O, 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 follew worst, '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 Ifis, I beseech thee!

Iras. Amen, dear Goddess, hear that prayer of the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handfome man loose-wiv'd, 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


Enter Cleopatra.
Eno. USH! here comes Antony.
Char. Not he, the Queen.


Cleo. Saw you my lord ?
Eno. No, Lady
Cleo. Was he not here?
Char. No, Madam.

Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth, but on the sudden
A Roman thought hath ftruck him. Enobarbus,

Eno. Madam.
Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither; where's

Alex. Here at your service; my Lord approaches.
Enter Antony with a Messenger, and Attendants.
Cleo. We will not look upon him: go with us.

Mef. Fluvia thy Wife first came into the field.
Ant. Against my brother Lucius?
Mes. Ay, but soon that war had end, and the

time's state
Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst

Casar :
Whose better issue in the war from Italy,
Upon the first encounter, drave them.

Ant. Well, what worft?
Mes. The nature of bad news in fects the teller.

Ant. When it concerns the fool or coward; 00.-
Things, that are paft, are done, with me. 'Tis thus;
Who tells me true, though in the tale lie death,
I hear, as if he flatter'd.

Mes. Labienus (this is stiff news)
Hath, with his Parthian force, extended Asia;
From Euphrates his conquering banner shook,
From Syria to Lydia, and Ionia;

Ant. Antony, thou wouldst say-
Mes. Oh, my Lord !
Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the gen'ral

Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome.

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Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase, and taunt my faults
With such full licence, as both truth and malice
Have power to utter. Oh, then we bring both weeds,
When our quick minds lie ftill; and our ill, told us,
Is as our earing; fare thee well a while.

Mes. At your noble pleasure.
Ant. From Sicyon, how the news? fpeak there.
Mes. The Man from Sicyon, is there such an one?]

[Exit firs Messenger. Attend. He' stays upon your will.

Ant. Let him appear;
These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
Or lose myself in dotage. What are you?

Enter another Messenger, with a Letter.
2 Mes. Fulvia thy wife is dead,
Ant. Where died she ?

2 Mes. In Sicyon. Her length of sickness, with what else more serious Importeth thee to know, this bears. Ant. Forbear me.

(Exit second Mesenger.
There's a great fpirit gone! thus did I desire it.
What our contempts do often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again; the present pleasure,
By revolution lowring, does become
The opposite of itself; she's good, being gone ;
The hand could pluck her back, that shoy'd her on.
I must from this enchanting Queen break off.
Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
My idleness doth hatch. How now, Enobarbus?

Enter Enobarbus.
Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir ?
Ant. I must with hafte 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, let women die.


It were pity to cast them away for nothing; though between them and a great cause, they would be esteem'd nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly;. I have seen her die twenty times



poorer moment: I do think, there is metile in death, which commits some loving ac 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, lighs and tears: they are greater forms and tempests than almanacks can re. port. This cannot be cunning in her: if it be, she makes a show'r of rain as well as Jove.

Ant. 'Would I had never seen her!

Eno. Oh, Sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work, which, not to have been bleft withal, would have discredited your travel.

Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Sir! Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Fulvia? Ant. Dead. Eno. Why, Sir, give the Gods a thankful facrifice: when it pleaseth their Deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shews to man the tailor of the earth; comforting him therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. there were no more women but Fulvia, then had indeed a cut, and the case were 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 that should water this sorrow.

Ant. The business, she hath broached in the state, Cannot endure my absence.

Eno. And the business, you have broach'd here, cannot be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode.

If you


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 leave to part. For not alone
The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
Do strongly speak t'us; but the letters too
Of many our contriving friends in Rome
Petition us at home. Sextus Pompeius
Hath giv'n the dare to Cæsar, and commands
The Empire of the Sea. Our flipp ry 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 pow'r,
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 fuch whose place is under us, requires
Our quick remove from hence.
Eno. I'll do't.


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Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras.

HERE is he?

Char. I did not see him since.
Cleo. See, where he is, who's with him, what he

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.

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


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