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SCENE I.-Alexandria. A Room in CLEOPATRA'S Palace.
Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO.
Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's, O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view
Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
Flourish. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with their
Take but good note, and you shall see in him
Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
Enter an Attendant.
Att. News, my good lord, from Rome.
Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony:
Fulvia, perchance, is angry; Or, who knows
Ant. How, my love!
Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like, You must not stay here longer, your dismission Is come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antony.Where's Fulvia's process? Cæsar's, I would say?—
Call in the messengers.-As I am Egypt's queen,
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 beast as man: the nobleness of life
Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair, [Embracing. And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind,
On pain of punishment, the world to weet,
Cleo. Excellent falsehood!
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?—
Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.—
Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours,
Ant. Fye, wrangling queen!
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
[Exeunt ANT. and CLEOP. with their Train. Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius priz'd so slight?
Phi. Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, He comes too short of that great property, Which still should go with Antony.
Dem. I'm full sorry,
That he approves the common liar, who
SCENE II.-The same.
Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a Soothsayer. Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer you praised so to the queen? O, that I knew this husband, which, you say, must change his horns with garlands!
Sooth. Your will?
Char. Is this the man ?-Is't you, sir, that know
Sooth. In nature's infinite book of secrecy,
A little I can read.
Alex. Show him your hand.
Eno. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough, Cleopatra's health to drink.
Char. Good sir, give me good fortune.
Sooth. I make not, but foresee.
Char. Pray then, foresee me one.