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cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.
Ant. 'Would I had never seen her!
Eno. O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work; which not to have been blessed withal, would have discredited your travel.
Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Ant. Fulvia is dead.
Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth; comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented: this grief is crowned with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new petticoat:—and, indeed, the tears live in an onion, that should water this sorrow.
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; especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode.
Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers
Of many our contriving friends in Rome
Eno. I shall do't.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS.
Cleo. Where is he?
Char. I did not see him since.
Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what he does :
I did not send you ;-If you find him sad,
Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report
Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, You do not hold the method to enforce
The like from him.
Cleo. What should I do, I do not?
Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in no
Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool: the way to lose him. Char. Tempt him not so too far: I wish, forbear; In time we hate that which we often fear.
But here comes Antony.
Cleo. I am sick, and sullen.
Ant. I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose,Cleo. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall;
It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
Will not sustain it.
Ant. Now, my dearest
Cleo. Pray you, stand further from me.
Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some good
What says the married woman?-You may go;
Ant. The gods best know,—
So mightily betray'd! Yet, at the first,
I saw the treasons planted.
Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and true, Though you in swearing shake the throned gods,
Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness,
Ant. Most sweet queen,
Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going, But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying, Then was the time for words: No going then ;Eternity was in our lips, and eyes;
Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor,
But was a race of heaven: They are so still,
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
Art turn'd the greatest liar.
Ant. How now, lady!
Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou should'st know,
There were a heart in Egypt.
Ant. Hear me, queen:
The strong necessity of time commands
Our services a while; but my full heart
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome;
Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown to
Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey,
Into the hearts of such as have not thriv'd
And that which most with you should safe my 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
Cleo. O most false love!
Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill
Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know
Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come ;But let it be.—I am quickly ill, and well : So Antony loves.
Ant. My precious queen, forbear;
Cleo. So Fulvia told me.
I pr'ythee, turn aside, and weep for her;
Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more.