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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.
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.
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.
Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but they'd do't
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Cleo. Saw you my lord ?
Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth, but on the sudden
Ant. Well, what worft?
Ant. When it concerns the fool or coward; 00.-
Mes. Labienus (this is stiff news)
Ant. Antony, thou wouldst say-
Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase, and taunt my faults
Mes. At your noble pleasure.
[Exit firs Messenger. Attend. He' stays upon your will.
Ant. Let him appear;
Enter another Messenger, with a Letter.
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.
We see, how mortal an unkindness is to them; 'if they suffer our departure, death's the word.
Ant. I must be gone.
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.
Ant. No more light answers : let our officers
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HERE is he?
Char. I did not see him since.
Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly,
Cleo. What should I do, I do not?