IRA. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to fee a handfom man loofe-wiv'd, fo it is a deadly forrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded; Therefore, dear Ifis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly! CHA. Amen. ALE. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but they'd ENO. Hufh! here comes Antony. [do't. CHA. -Not he, the Queen. Enter CLEOPATRA, attended. CLE. Saw you my lord? CLE. Was he not here? CLE. He was difpos'd to mirth; but, on the fudden, A Roman thought hath ftrook him. Enobarbus, ENO. Madam. CLE. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's Alexas? ALE. Here, lady, at your fervice. My lord approaches. Enter ANTONY, with a Meffenger; Attendants following. CLE. We will not look upon him; Go with us. That war had end; and the time's ftate made friends ANT. -Well, What worst? Mef. The nature of bad news infects the teller. ANT. When it concerns the fool, or coward. On: Things, that are past, are done, with me: 'Tis thus ;~ Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, I hear him as he flatter'd. Mef. Labienus, Hath with his Parthian force, through extended Afia, Whilft ANT.-Antony, thou would'ft fay,- ANT. Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue; Mef. At your noble pleasure. [Exit. ANT. From Sicyon how the news? Speak there. 1. A. The man from Sicyon, Is there such a one? 2. A. He ftays upon your will. ANT. -Let him appear. These ftrong Egyptian fetters I must break, Her length of fickness, with what else more ferious Importeth thee to know, this bears. [Exit Meffenger. There's a great spirit gone: Thus did I defire it: What our contempts do often hurl from us, We wish it ours again; the prefent pleasure, By revolution lowering, does become The oppofite of itfelf: fhe's good, being gone; The hand could pluck her back, that shov'd her on. I muft from this enchanting Queen break off; Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, My idleness doth hatch. Ho, Enobarbus! Enter ENOBARBUS. ENO. What's your pleasure, fir? ANT. I muft with hafte from hence. ENO. Why, then we kill all our women: We see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they fuffer our de-parture, death's the word. ANT. I must be gone. ENO. Under a compelling occafion, let women die: It were pity, to caft them away for nothing; though, between them and a great cause, they should be esteem'd nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies inftantly; I have feen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment. ANT. She is cunning paft man's thought. Fulvia is dead. ENO. Sir? ANT. Fulvia is dead. ENO. Fulvia? ANT. Dead. ENO. Why, fir, give the gods a thankful facrifice. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the cafe to be lamented: this grief is crown'd with confolation; your old fmock brings forth a new petticoat: and, indeed, the tears live in an onion, that fhould water this forrow. ANT. The business she hath broached in the state Cannot endure my absence. ENO. And the business you have broached here cannot be without you; efpecially that of Cleopatra's, which wholy depends on your abode. ANT. No more light anfwers. Let our officers Have notice what we purpose: I shall break The cause of our expedience to the Queen, And get her love to part. For not alone The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too Of many our contriving friends in Rome Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius Hath giv'n the dare to Cæfar, and commands The empire of the fea: our flippery people (Whofe love is never link'd to the deferver, "Till his deferts are paft) begin to throw Pompey the great, and all his dignities, Upon his fon; who, high in name and power, Higher than both in blood and life, ftands up For the main foldier; whofe quality, going on, The fides o'the world may danger: Much is breeding, Which, like the courfer's hair, hath yet but life, And not a ferpent's poifon. Say, our pleasure, To fuch whofe place is under us, requires Our quick remove from hence. ENO. I fhall do't. [Exeunt. L Another Room. SCENE III. The fame. CHA. I did not fee him fince. CLE. See where he is, who's with him,what he does, [Exit Alexas. CLE. What should I do, I do not? CHA. In each thing give him way, cross him in nothing. Enter ANTONY. But here comes Antony. CLE. I am fick, and fullen. ANT. I am forry to give breathing to my purpose, ANT. -Now, my dearest Queen,→ CLE. Pray you, ftand farther from me. CLE. I know, by that fame eye, there's fome good news: |