Enter another Messenger. Or lofe myself in dotage.-What are you? 2 Mef. Fulvia thy wife is dead. Ant. 2 Mef. In Sicyon : Where died fhe? Her length of fickness, with what else more ferious Importeth thee to know, this bears. [Gives a Letter. Forbear me. Ant. [Exit Meffenger. There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I defire it : The oppofite of itfelf: fhe's good, being gone; Enter ENOBARBUS. Eno. What's your pleasure, fir? Ant. I muft with hafte from hence. Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women: We see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer our departure, death's the word. Ant. I must be gone. Eno. Under a compelling occafion, let women die : It were pity to caft them away for nothing; though, between them and a great caufe, they thould be esteem'd nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the leaft noife of this, dies inftantly; I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do think, there is mettle in death, which commits commits fome loving act upon her, the hath fuch a celerity in dying. Ant. She is cunning paft man's thought. Eno. Alack, fir, no; her paffions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love: We cannot call her winds and waters, fighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacks can report: this 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, fir, you had then left unfeen a wonderful piece of work; which not to have been blefs'd withal, would have difcredited your travel. Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Sir? Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Fulvia? Ant. Dead. 1 Eno. Why, fir, give the gods a thankful facrifice. 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 cafe to be lamented: this grief is crown'd with confolation; your old smock brings forth a new petticoat :—and, indeed, the tears live in an onion, that fhould water this forrow. Ant. The business she hath broached in the state, Cannot endure my abfence. Eno. And the business you have broach'd here cannot be without you; efpecially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode. Ant. No more light answers. Let our officers Have notice what we purpose. I shall break Eno. I fhall do't. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS. Cleo. Where is he? Char. I did not fee him fince. Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what he does : I did not fend you;-If you find him fad, Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report That I am fudden sick: Quick, and return. [Exit ALEX. Char. 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 nothing. Cleo. Thou teacheft like a fool: the way to lose him. Char. Tempt him not so too far: I with, forbear; In time we hate that which we often fear. Enter ANTONY. But here comes Antony. Cleo. I am fick, and fullen. Ant. I am forry to give breathing to my purpose,- It cannot be thus long, the fides of nature Will not fuftain it. Ant. Now, my dearest queen, What's the matter? Cleo. Pray you, ftand further from me. Ant. Cleo. I know, by that fame eye, there's fome good news. What fays the married woman?—You may go ; I have no power upon you; hers you are. Gleo. O, never was there queen 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 fwearing fhake the throned gods, Who have been falfe to Fulvia? Riotous madness, Το To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, Ant. Moft fweet queen,— Cleo. Nay, pray you, feek 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; -- Blifs in our brows' bent; none our parts fo poor, Or thou, the greatest foldier of the world, Ant. How now, lady! Cleo. I would, I had thy inches; thou should't know, There were a heart in Egypt. Hear me, queen: Ant. Our services a while; but my full heart Shines o'er with civil fwords: Sextus Pompeius Equality of two domestick powers Breeds fcrupulous faction: The hated, grown to strength, Into the hearts of fuch as have not thriv'd Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me free dom, It does from childishness :-Can Fulvia die? Ant. She's dead, my queen: Look |