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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,
Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst
To cool a gipsy's lust. Look, where they come!
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.
Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. Cleo. I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd.
Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
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,
Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life
Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair, [Embracing.
On pain of punishment, the world to weet,
Cleo. Excellent falsehood!
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?—
Will be himself.
Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.—
Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours,
Let's not confound the time with conference harsh : There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Without some pleasure now: What sport to-night? Cleo. Hear the ambassadors.
Ant. Fye, wrangling queen !
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
No messenger; but thine and all alone,
To-night, we'll wander through the streets, and note
[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. Another Room.
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 things?
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.