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Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent? Mes. Believe not so.

Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so. [March. Cas, I but believe it partly ;
Drum-Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their Army ; To meet all perils very constantly.

For I am fresh of spirit, and resolved
Lucilius, Titinius, MESSALA, and others.

Bru, Even so, Lucilius.
Bru. They stand, and would have parley.

Cas. Now, most noble Brutns,
Cas. Stand fast, Titinias : we must out and talk. The gods to-day stand friendly ; that we may,

Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign or battle? Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age !
do live,

Ant. No, Cæsar, we will answer on their charge, But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain,
Make forth, the generals would have some words. Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
Oct. Stir not until the signal.

If we do Jose this battle, then is this
Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, countrymen? / The very last time we shall speak together :
Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do. What are you then determined to do?
Brt. Good words are better than bad strokes, Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy,

By which I did blame Cato for the death
Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good which he did give bimself:-1 know not how,

But I do find it cowardly aud vile,
Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent

The time of lite :- Arming myself with patience,
(tie sits a Crying, Long lire! Hail, Casar!
Cas. Antony,

To stay the providence of some high powers,
The postore ol' your blows are yet unknown; That govern us below.

Cas. Then, if we lose this battle,
a! W bo comes be Bat for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.

You are contented to be led in triumph
Ant. Not stingless too.

Through the streets of Rome?
Bru, 0, yes, and soundless 100 ;

Bru. No, Cassius, no : think not, thou noble Ro

man, zei, OT sume der Por you have stolen their buzzing, Antony,

That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; and my bar to And, very wisely, threat before you sting.

Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile He bears too great a mind. But this same day daggers

Must end that work, the ides of March begun; itus. Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar :

And whether we shall meet again, I know not. You shew'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like Therefore our everlasting farewell take : hounds,

For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius !
And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet; If we do meet again, why we shall smile;
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind,

If not, why then this parting was well made.

Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus ! e at Pbinppe IBER- Struck Cesar on the neck. O flatterers ! Cas. Platterers ! – Now, Brutus, thank yourself: If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed ;

If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. re talk with three This tongue had not offended so to-day, If Cassius might have ruled.

Bru. Why then, lead on.-0, that a man might Oct. Come, come, the cause : if arguing make us


The end of this day's business, ere it come!
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.

But it sufficeth, that the day will end,

And then the end is known - Come, ho! Away !
I draw a sword against conspirators;

[Exeunt. Never, till Cæsar's three and twenty wounds

SCENE II.-The same.-The Field of Battle. 2, Lucias, that the When think yon that the sword goes up again ?Be well avenged; or till another Cæsar

Alarum.-- Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA. Bru. Cæsar, thou canst not die by traitors, $6: Didi tho Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.

Brı. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these Unless thon bring'st them with thee.

bills. Oct. So I hope;

Unto the legions on the other side: (Loud Alarum.
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.

Let them set on at once ; for I perceive
Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing,
Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable Ani sudden push gives them the overthrow,
Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such huo Ride, ride, Nessala : let them all come down.

Join'd with a masker and a reveller.
Art. Old Cassjus still!

SCENE III.- The same.-Another part of the Field. Oct. Come, Antony : away

Alarum.-Enter Cassius and Titinius. me to my brother Defiance, traitors, huri • we in your teeth: If you dare fight to-day, come to the field;

Cas. 0, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! If not, when you have stomachs.

Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy : (Ereunt Ootavius, Antony, and their Army. This ensign here of inine was turning back ; Cas. Why now, blow, wind ; swell, billow; and I slew the coward, and did lake it from him. swim, bark !

Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early ;
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

Who having some advantage on Octavius,
Bru. Ho!

Took it too eagerly ; his soldiers fell to spoil,
Lucilius ; hark, a word with you.

Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.
Luc. My lord.
(Brutus and Lucius converse apart.

Cas. Messala, -

Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off ;
Mes. What says my general ?

Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord !
Cas. Messala,

Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.
This is my birth-day; as this very day

Čas. This hill is far enough. "Look, look, Titinius.
Was Cassius born. "Give me thy hand, Messala : Are those my tents, where I perceive the tire ?
Be thou my witness, that, against my will,

Tit. They are, my lord.
As Pompey was, am I compell’d to set

Cas. Titinius, if thou lovest me,
Upon one battle all our liberties.

Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him,
You know, that I held Epicurus strong,

Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
And his opinion : now I change my mind,

And here again: that I may rest assured,
And partly credit things that do presage.

Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy.
Coming from Sardis, on our fornier † ensign

Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought.
Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd,

(Erit. Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands;

Cas. Go, Pindarus, get hither on that hill ;
Who to Philippi here consorted t us.

My sight was ever thick ; regard Titinius,
This moruing are they fled away, and gone; And tell me what thou notest about the field.
And in their steads, do ravens, crows, and kites,

(Exit Pindarus.
Fiy o'er our heads, and downward look on us, This day I breathed first : time is come round,
As we were sickly prey; their shadows seem And where I did begin, there I shall end ;
A canopy most fatal, under which

My life is run his compass.-Sirrah, what news :
Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.

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Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these Pin. Titinius is

The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! Enclosed round about with horsemen, that

It is impossible, that ever Rome Make to him on the spur ;-yet he spurs 01. - Should wreed ihy fellow.-Friends, I owe more la Now they are alıuost on hi ; now, Titinius

tears Now some 'light:-0, he 'lights too :-He's ta’en ;- To this dead man, than you shall sce me pay.-and, hark !

(Shout. I shall find uime, Cassius, I shall find time. They shout for joy.

Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body; Cas. Come down, behold no more.

His funeral shall not be in our camp, 0, coward, that I am, to live so long,

Lest it discomfort us.-Lucilius, come ; To see my best friend ta'en before my face !

And come, young Cato ; let us to the field.

Labeo, and Flavius, set our battles on :-

'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night Come hither, sirrah:

We shall try fortune in a second right, (taeunt. ** In Parthia did i take thee prisoner: And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,

SCENE IV.-Another part of the Field. That whatsoever I did bid thee do, Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine Alarum.--Enter fighting, SOLDIERS of both Armies; oath :

then BautUS, CATO, LUCILIus, ant others. Now be a freeman; and, with this good sword, Bru. Yet, countrymen, 0, yet bold up your That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom.

heads! Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hills; Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will And, when iny face is cover'd, as 'tis now,

Guide thou the sword. - Cæsar, thou art re- I will proclaim my name about the field :-

I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
Even with the 'sword that kill'd thee. (Dies. A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;

Pin. So, I am free ; yet would not so have been, I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
Durst I have done my will. O Cassius !

(Charges the Enemy. Far from this country Pindarus shall run,

Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, l; Where never Roman shall take note of himn. (Exit. Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus. Re-enter TITINIUS, with Messala.

(Exit, charging the Enemy.-Cato is out a

powered, and falls. Mes. It is but change, Titinius ; for Oclavius Lu. O young and nobie Cato, art thou down! Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,

Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius;
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

And may'st be honour'd, being Cato's son.
T'it. These tidings will well comfort Cassius. | Sold. Yield, or thou diest.
Mes. Where did you leave him ?

Luc. Only 1 yield to die :
Tit. All disconsolate,

There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

{Offering Money by Mes, Is not that he, that lies upon the ground? Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart ! 1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner! Mes. Is not that he ?

2 Sold. Room, bo! Tell Autony, Brutus is ta'en Tit. No, this was he, Messala,

1 Suld. I'll leli the news.-Here conies the gene But Cassius is no more.-0) setting sun !

ral : As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night, Sb in his red blood Cassius' day is set ;

Enter ANTONY. The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone;

Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are Ant. Where is he?

Luc. Sale, Antony ; Brutus is safe enough :
Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. I dare assure thee, that no enemy
Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:

The gods defend him from so great a shame!
O hateful error, melancholy's child !

When you do tind him, or alive, or dead, Why dost thou 'shew to the apt thoughts of men, He will be found like Brulus, like himself. The things that are not? O error, soon conceived, Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, Thou never comest unto a happy birth,

A prize no less in worth : keep this man safe, But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. Give him all kindness : I had rather have

Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus? Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on, Mes. Seek' him, Titinius : whilst I go to meet And see whe'r. Brutus be alive, or dead : The noble Brutus, thrusting this report

And bring us word, unto Octavius' lent, Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it;

How every thing is chanced.

(Exenat. For piercing steel, and darts envenonied, Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,

SCENE V.-Another part of the Field.
As tidings of this sight.
Tit. Hie you, Messala,


VOLUMNIUS. And I will seek for Pindarus the while.

(Erit Messala. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassins ?

rock. Did I not meet thy friends? And did not they Cli. Statilius shewd the torch-light; but, my Put on my brows this wreath of victory,

lord, And bid me give't thee? Didst thou not hear He came not back; he is or ta'en, or slain. their shouts ?

Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing.

It is a deed in fasbion. Hark thee, Clicus.-
But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;
Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I

Cli. What, I, my lord ? No, not for all the world. will do his bidding.-Brutus, come a pace,

Bru. Peace then, no words. And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.-

Cli. I'll rather kill myself. By your leave, gods :- This is a Roman's part: Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius! Come, Cassius' sword, and find Tiunius' heart. Dar. I do such a decd?

(Dies. Cli, 0, Dardanius!

Dar. 0, Clitus !
Alarum.-Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young

Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?

Dar. To kill him, Chitus : look, he meditates.
Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Cli. Now is that boble vessel full of grief,
Mes. Lo, yonder ; and Titinius mourning it. That it runs over even at his eyes.
Bru. Titinius' face is upward.

Bru. Come hither, good Voluminius : list a word Cato. He is slain.

Vol. What says niy lord !
Bru, O Julius Cæsar, thon art mighty yet! Bru. Why this, Volumuins :
Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords The ghost 01 Cæsar hath appeard to me
In our own proper entrails. (Low Alarums.

Two several times by night: at Sardis, once ;
Cato. Brave Titinius!
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Vol. Not so, my lord.
Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.

MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their Ármy.
Thoa see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes ; Oct. What man is that?
Oar enemies have beat us to the pit :

Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,

Than tarry till they pash us. Good Volumnius, Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Mes.
Thou know'st, that we two went to school together;

Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,

The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
Hold thou my sword-bills, whilst I run on it. For Brutus only overcame himself.
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. And no man else hath honour by his death.

(Alarum still. Luc. So Brutus shyuld be found. I thank thee,
Chi. Ply, fly, my lord; there is no carrying here. Brutus,
Bru. Farewell to you;-and you ;--and you, Vo. That thon hast proved Lucilius' saying true,

Det. All that served Brulus, I will entertain
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;

Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen, Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my lite

Stra. Ay, it Messala will prefer t me to you.
I found no man, but he was true to me.

Oct. Do so, Messala.
I shall have glory by this losing day,

Mes. How died my master, Strato?
More than Octavios, and Mark Antony,

Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it.
By this vile conquest shall attain unlo.

Mes. Octavius, then lake him to follow thee,
So, fare you well at once ; for Brutus' tongue That did the latest service to my master.
Hath almost ended his life's history:

Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all:
Night hangs upon mine eyes: my bones would rest, All the conspirators, save only he,
That have bui labour'd to attain this hour.

Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar;
(Alarum.--Cry within, Fly, ny, fly. He, only, in a general honest thought,
Cli. Fly, my lord, fly,

And common good to all, made one of them.
Bru. Hence; I will follow thee.

His life was genile ; and the elements
(Ereuni Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius. So mix'd in ium, that Nature might stand up,
I prythee, Stato, stay thou by thy lord :

And say to all the world, This was a man!
Thou art a fellow of a good respect;

Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: With all respect and rites of burial.
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, Within my lent his bones to-night shall lie,
While I do run upon it. Will thou, Sırato? Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
Stra. Give me your band first: Fare you well, So, call the tield to rest : and let's away,
iny lord.

To part the glories of this happy day.
Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cæsar, now be stili:

I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.

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of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space ;

Kingdoms are clay : our dungy earth alike
SCENE I.-Alerandria.-A Room in Cleopatra's

Feeds beast as man: the bobleness of life

Is, to do thus; when such a murual pair, [Embracing.

And such a twain can do't, in which, T bind
Enter DEMETRIUS and Philo.

On pain of punishment, the world to weel,
Phil. Nay, but this dotage of our general's,

We stand up peerless. O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes

Cleo. Excellent falsbood!
That o'er the files and musiers of the war

Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her ?
Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
The office and devotion of their view

Will be himself.
Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,

Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.Which in the scuffles of great tights hath burst Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours, The buckles on bis breast, reneges* all temper; Let's not confound + the tinie with conference harsh: And is become the bellows, and the fan,

There's not a minute of our lives should stretch To cool a gipsy's lust. Look where they come! Without some pleasure now: What sport to-night?

Cleo. Hear the ambassadors. Flourish.- Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with Ant. Fie, wrangling queen!

their Trains ; Eunuchs fanning her. Whoin every thing becoines, to chide, to laugh, Take but good note, and you shall see in him To weep; whose every passion fully strives The triple pillar of the world transform'd

To make itself, in thee, fair and admired! Into a strumpet's fool : behold and see.

No messenger; but thine and all alone, Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. To-night, we'll wander through the streets, and note Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be The qualities of people. Come, my queen; reckon'd.

Last night you did desire it :-Speak not to us. Cleo. I'll set a bourn + how far to be beloved.

[Exeunt Ant. and Cleop. with their Train. Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius prized so slight! new earth.

Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,

He comes too short of that great property

Which still should go with Antony. Att. News, my good lord, from Rome.

Dem. I'm full sorry, Ant. Grates t me :--The sum.

That he approves the common liar t, who
Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony:

Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I'will hope
Fulvia, perchance, is angry; or, who knows Of better deeds to.morrow. Rest you happy!
If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent
His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this,
Take in ý that kingdom, and enfranchise that;

SCENE II.-The same.-Another Room.
Perform't, or else we damn thee.
Ant. How, my love!

Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAs, and a SOOTHSAYER. Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like,

Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing You must not stay here longer, your dismission Alexas, almost most 'absolute Alexas, where's the Is come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antony:- southsayer that you praised so to the queen! 10: Where's Fulvia's process ||? Cæsar's, I would say ?- that knes

this husband, which, you say, must Both 1

change his horns with garlands !
Call in the messengers.-As I am Egypt's queen, Aler. Soothsayer.
Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine Sooth. Your will
Is Cæsar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame,

Char. Is this the man ?-Is't yoa, Sir, that know When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds.-Thé messen

things? gers.

Sooth. In nature's infinite book of secrecy, Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide arch A little I can read.

Alex. Shew him your hand. • Renounces. + Bound or limit. offends. Subdue, conquer. 1 Summons. • Know.





reneral to Cesar.
acueral to Antony.

Veblidius's Army.
Ambassador from Antons :

of Egypt.


Casas, and Wife to Antoby, dants on Cleopatra.

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Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's

Eno. Briog in the banqüet quickly; wine enough,

Alex. Here, madam, at your service.- My lord
Cleopatra's health to drink.

approaches. Char. Good Sir, give me good fortune.

Enter ANTONY, with a MESSENGER and
Sooth. I make not, but foresee.

Char. Pray then, foresee me one.
Sooth. You shall be yet far fairer than you are.

Cleo. We will not look upon him: go with us.
Char. He means, in fesh.

(Exeunt Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Alexas, Iras, Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old.

Charmian, Soothsayer, and Attendants. Char. Wrinkles forbid !

Mess. Fulvia thy wife first came into the field.
Aler. Vex not his prescience; be attentive.

Ant. Against my brother Lucius ?
Char. Hush !

Mess. Ay :
Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than beloved.

But soon that war had end, and the time's state
Char. I had rather heat my liver with drinking. Made friends of them, joining their force 'gainst

Aler. Nay, hear him.
Char. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let Whose better issne in the war, from Italy,
me be married to three kings in a forenoon, and Upon the first encounter, drave them.

Ant. Well,
widow them all: let me have a child at fifty, to

What worst? whom Herod of Jewry may do homage : find me to

Mess. The nature of bad news infects the teller. marry me with Octavius Cæsar, and companion me with my mistress.

Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward.-On: Seoth. You shall outlive the lady whom you Things, that are past, are done, with me.-Tis thus ;

Who tells me true, though in his lale lie death,

I hear him as he tlatter'd.
Char. O excellent ! I love long life better than

Mess. Labienus
Sooth. You have seen and proved a fairer former | (This is stiff news) hath, with his Parthian force

Extended Asia from Euphrates;
Than that which is to approach.

His conquering banner shook, from Syria
Char. Then, belike, my ch

ren shall have no

To Lydia, and to lonia ;

names :: Pr'ythee, how many boys and wenches
must I have i

Ant. Antony, thou wouldst say,-
Sooth, If every of your wishes had a womb,

Mess. O, my lord !
And fertile every wish, a million.

Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general

tongne; Char. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. Aler. You' think, none but your sheets are privy Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase ; and taunt my faults

Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome:
to your wishes.

With such full licence, as both truth and malice
Char. Nay, come, tell Iras hers.
Alex. We'll know all our fortunes.

Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds, Eno. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, When our quick windst lie still; and our ills shall be-drunk to bed.

told us,
tras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing Is as our earing !. Fare thee well a while.

Mess. At your noble pleasure.

(Erit. Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth

Ant. From Sicyon how the news? Speak there.
1 Att. The man froin Sicyon.- Is there such an

Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot sooth-

2 Att. He stays R upon your will.
Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
prognostication, I cannot scratch mine car.-Pr'y-
thee, tell her bat a worky-day fortune.

Enter another MESSENGER.
Sooth. Your fortunes are alike.
Iras. But how, but how? Give me particulars.

Or lose myself in dotage.-What are you?
Sooth. I have said.

2 Mess. Fulvia thy wife is dead.

Ant. Where died she?
Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than

2 Mess. In Sicyon :
Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune Importeth thee to know, this bears. (Gives a Letter.

Her length of sickness, with what else more serious better than I, where would you choose it? Iras. Not in my husband's nose.

Ant. Forbear me.

(Exit Messenger. Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! A.

There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it: lexas,-come, his fortune, his fortune.-0, let him

What our contempts do often hurl from us,

We wish it ours again; the present pleasure,
marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I be-
seech thee! and let her die too, and give him a

By revolution lowering, does become
Worse! and let worse follow worse, till the worst

The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone ; of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold | I must from this enchanting queen break off ;

The hand could pluck her back, that shoved her on. a cuckold ! Good Isis f, hear me this prayer, though Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, thou deny me a matter of more weight'; good lsis, My idleness doth haich.-How now! Enobarbus! Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of

the people! For, as it is a heart-breaking to see a
handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly, sor-

Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir?

Ant. I must with haste from hence.
Tow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded ; there-
fore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him ac-

Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: we sce how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer our departure, death's the word.

Ant. I must be gone. Alex. Lo, now! if it lay in their hands to make mea cuckold, they would make themselves whores, die : it were pity to cast them away for nothing i

Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women En. Hush! here comes Antony.

though, between them and a great cause, they Char. Not he, the queen.

should be esteem'd nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly; I have

seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment: Enter CLEOPATRA.

I do think, there is mettle in death, which comCleo. Saw you my lord ?

mits some loving act upon her, she hath such a

celerity in dying.
Cleo. Was he not here!

Ant.' Slie is cunning past man's thought.
Char. No, madam.

Eno. Alack, Sir, no; her passions are made of Cleo. He was disposed to mirth ; but on the sud- nothing but the finest part of pure love: we cannot den

call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they A Roman thought hath struck him.- Enobarbus,

• Seized.

+ In some editions minds.

Tilling, ploughing: prepares us to produce good • Shall be bastards. An Egyptian goddess. seed.


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by Cleopatra.-
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pute of our lives should strets
ledsare now: What sport toep

Ting queen!
52 becomes, to chide, to learn

every passion fully strives
in thee, fair and admired!
but thine and all alone,
under through the streets

, and
people. Come, my queen;
did desire it :- Speak not to e
4 Ant. and Clrep. with their fir

with Antonius prized so say
etimes, when he is not Antest,
hort of that great property
uid go with Antony,
i sorry,
es the common liart, who
him at Rome: but I will hope
to-morrow. Rest you haper!

I beseech thee!


Char. Amen.

but they'd do't.

II.- The same. Another Base

Alexas, sseet Alexas, mast aarths
st most absolute Alesas, uberet
at you praised so to the yacer! I
this husband, whicb, souses,
rns with garlands!

aver. Twi!l1

Eno. No, lady.

Is the man l-Ist road, Sur, that I

Eno. Madam.

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