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Remains in use with you. Our Italy
going, Is Fulvia's death. Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me
freedom, It does from childishness: can Fulvia die?
Ant. She's dead, my queen: Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read 60 The garboils* she awaked; at the last, best: *Uproar. See when and where she died. Cleo.
O most false love!
Cut my lace, Charmian, come;
My precious queen, forbear;
So Fulvia told me.
Of excellent dissembling; and let it look
Ant. You'll heat my blood: no more. 80
meetly. Ant. Now, by my sword,Cleo.
And target. Still he mends; But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Char
Ant. l'll leave you,lady.
Courteous lord, one word.
But that your royalty
'Tis sweating labour
100 Be strew'd before your feet! Ant.
Let us go. Come;
*Passing away. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. Rome. Cæsar's house. Enter OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, reading a letter, LEPIDUS,
and their Train. Cæs. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,
It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate
I must not think there are 10
is not Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy; To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit And keep the turn of tippling with a slave; 19 To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet With knaves that smell of sweat: say this be
comes him,As his composure must be rare indeed Whom these things cannot blemish,-yet must
Antony No way excuse his soils, when we do bear So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd His vacancy with his voluptuousness, Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, Call on him for't: but to confound* such time, That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud
· *Consume. As his own state and ours,—'tis to be chid 30 As we rate boys, who, being mature in know
ledge, Pawn their experience to their present pleasure, And so rebel to judgement.
Enter a Messenger. Lep.
Here's more news.
Mess. Thy biddings have been done: and every
I should have known no less. It hath been taught us from the primal state, 41 That he which is was wish'd until he were; And the ebb'd man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth
love, Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common
Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,
Cæsar, I bring thee word,
*Plough. With keels of every kind: many hot inroads 50 They make in Italy; the borders maritime Lack blood to think on't, and flusht-youth revolt: No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon +Fresh. Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more Than could his war resisted. Cæs.
Antony, Leave thy lascivious wassails.* When thou once Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against, Though daintily brought up, with patience more Than savages could suffer: thou didst drink 61 The stalet of horses, and the gilded puddle Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign
* Drinking-bouts. +Urine. The roughest berry on the rudest hedge; Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh, Which some did die to look on; and all this
It wounds thine honour that I speak it now-
'Tis pity of him.
Till which encounter, It is my business too. Farewell.
80 Lep. Farewell, my lord: what you shall know
Doubt not, sir;
'[Exeunt. SCENE V. Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and
Cleo. Ha, ha!
time My Antony is away. Char.
You think of him too much.
Madam, I trust, not so.
What's your highness' pleasure ? Cleo. Not now to hear thee sing ; I take no
pleasure In aught an eunuch has : 'tis well for thee, 10 That, being unseminar'd,* thy freer thoughts