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ANT. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon❜d.
Att. News, my good lord, from Rome.
ANT. -How, my love!
CLE. Perchance? nay, and most like: You must not stay here longer, your dismission Is come from Cafar; therefore hear it, Antony.Where's Fulvia's procefs?-Cafar's, I would fay?-Both? Call in the meffengers. As I am Egypt's Queen, Thou blufheft, Antony; and that blood of thine Is Cafar's homager: fo thy cheek pays shame, When fhrill-tongu'd Fulvia fcolds. The meffengers.
ANT. Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space; Kingdoms are clay: Our dungy earth alike Feeds beaft as man: the nobleness of life Is, to do thus; when fuch a mutual pair, And fuch a twain can do't; in which, I bind, On pain of punishment, the world to weet We ftand up peerless.
CLE. Excellent falfhood!
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her ?-
Will be himself.
ANT. But, ftir'd by Cleopatra,
Now, for the love of love, and his soft hours,
ANT. -Fie, wrangling Queen!
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd !
[Exeunt ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and Trains. DoL. Triumphant lady! Fame, I fee, is true. Tнr. Too true: Since the firft met Mark Antony Upon the river Cydnus, he has been hers.
DoL. There the appear'd indeed; or my reporter Devis'd well for her.
THr. -I will tell you, fir.
The barge fhe fat in, like a burnish'd throne,
The fancy out-work nature; on each fide her Stood pretty dimpl'd boys, like fmiling Cupids, With diverfe-colour'd fans, whofe wind did feem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, And what they undid, did.
DOL. O, rare for Antony!
Tar. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereids, So many mermaids, tended her i'the eyes, And made their bends adornings at the helm A feeming mermaid fteers; the filken tackle Swell with the touches of thofe flower-foft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge, A ftrange invifible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs: The city cast Her people out upon her: and Antony, Enthron'd i'the market-place, did fit alone, Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in nature. DoL.-Rare Egyptian!
THY. Upon her landing, Antony fent to her, Invited her to fupper: fhe reply'd,
It should be better, he became her gueft;
DOL. Royal wench!
She made great Julius lay his fword to bed;
THr. -Never; he will not:
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
DoL.-Well; I am forry,
He too approves the common lyar, who
SCENE II. The fame. Another Room.
CHA. Alexas, fweet Alexas,moft any thing Alexas, almost moft abfolute Alexas, where's the foothfayer that you prais'd fo to the Queen? O, that I knew this husband which, you fay, muft charge his horns with garlands! ALE. Soothfayer,
CHA. Is this the man?Is't you, fir, that know things? Soo. In nature's infinite book of fecrefy
A little I can read.
ALE. Shew him your hand.
ENO. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough, Cleopatra's health to drink. [to fome within.
CHA. Good fir, give me good fortune.
Soo. I make not, but foresee
CHA. Pray then, foresee me one. Let me be marry'd 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 with Octavius Cæfar, and companion me with my miftrefs.
Soo. You fhall out-live the lady whom you ferve. CHA. O excellent! I love long life better than figs. Soo. You have seen and prov'd a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach.
CHA. Then, belike, my children fhall have no names.. Nay, come, tell Iras hers.
ALE. We'll know all our fortunes.
ENO. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, fhall be drunk to bed.
IRA. There's a palm prefages chastity, if nothing else. CHA. E'en as the o'er-flowing Nilus prefageth famine. IRA. Go, you wild bed-fellow; you cannot foothsay. CHA. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognof-tication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Prythee, tell her but a worky-day fortune.
Soo. Your fortunes are alike.
IRA. But how, but how? give me particulars."
IRA. Am I not an inch of fortune better than she ? CHA. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you choose it?
IRA. Not in my husband's nose.
CHA. Our worfer thoughts heavens mend!_Alexascome, his fortune, his fortune._O, let him marry a woman that cannot go, fweet Ifis, I beseech thee! And let her die too, and give him a worfe! and let worse follow worse, 'till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good Ifis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight; good fis, I befeech thee!