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Friends of Antony.
Friends to Cæsar.
Friends of Pompey.
an Ambassador from Antony - to Cæsar. ALEXAS, MARDIAN, SELEUCUS, and DIOMEDES; At
tendants on Cleopatra.
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
SCENE I.-Alexandria.-A Room in Cleopatra's
Palace. Enter DEMETRIUS and Philo. Phil. 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 The buckles on his breast, reneges* all temper ; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust. Look where they come! Flourish.-Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with
their Trains; Eunuchs fanning her.
Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
reckon'd. Cleo. I'll set a bournt how far to be beloved. Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
Enter an ATTENDANT. Att. News, my good lord, from Rome. Ant. Grates I me :-The sum. Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony : Fulvia, perchance, is angry; or, who knows If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this ; Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that; Perform't, or else we damn thee. Ant. How, my love! • Renounces. + Bound or limit. Offends.
Subdue, conquer, »
Cleo. Perchance,-nay, and most like, You must not stay here longer, your dismission Is conie from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antony. Where's Fulvia's process *? Cæsar's, I would say?
Both ? Call in the messengers -As I am Egypt's queen, Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine Is Cæsar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame, When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The messen
gers. Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide arch Of the ranged 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 te We stand up peerless.
Cleo. Excellent falshood ! Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her? I'll seem the fool I am not ; Antony Will be himself.
Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.Now, for the love of Love, and her, soft hours, Let's not confound I the tinie 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. Fie, wrangling queen! Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, To weep; whose every passion fully strives To make itself, in thee, fair and admired ! No messenger; but thine and all alone, To-night, we'll wander through the streets, and note The qualities of people. Come, my queen; Last night you did desire it:-Speak not to us.
[Exeunt Ant. and Cleop. with their Train.
Dem. I'm full sorry,