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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
ACT I. LOVE THE NOBLENESS OF LIFE. LET Rome in Tiber 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.* We stand up peerless, 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.
ANTONY'S VICES AND VIRTUES. I must not think, there are Evils enough to darken all his goodness: His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven, More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary, Rather than purchas'd;t what he cannot change, Than what he chooses. Know.
† Procured by his own fault.
Cæs. You are toc indulgent:
Let us grant it is not Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy; To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit And keep the turn of tippling with a slave; To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet With knaves that smell of sweat: say, this becomes
him, (As his composure must be rare indeed, Whom these things cannot blemish,) yet mus'
Levity. † Visit him. * Consume. § Feastings: in the old copy it is vaissailes, i. e. vassalo i Urine.
I Stagnant, slimy water.
CLEOPATRA'S SOLICITUDE ON
ANTONY, O Charmian, Where thinkst thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? O hạppy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!. Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou
moy'st ? The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonet* of men.--He's speaking now, Or murmuring Where's my serpent of Old Nile? For so he calls me: Now I feed myself With most delicious poison :- Think on me, That am with Phæbus' amorous pinches black, And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Cesar, When thou wast here above the ground, I was A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey Would stand, and make his eyes grow in my brow;, There would be anchor his aspect, and die With his looking on his life.
THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES.
We, ignorant of ourselves,
CYDNUS. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were
silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description: she did lie
* A Helmet.
In her pavilion, (cloth of gold, of tissue,)
0, rare for Antony.
CLEOPATRA'S INFINITE POWER IN PLEASING. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: Other women Cloy the appetites they feed; but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her; that the holy priests Bless her, when she's riggish.I
THE UNSETTLED HUMOURS OF LOVERS. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, Iras, and ALEXAS.
Cleo. Give me some music, music, moodyş food
The music, ho!
Char. My arm is sore, best play with Mardian.
Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd As with a woman:-Come you'll play with me, sir?
* Added to the warmth they were intended to diminish + Readily perform. Wanion. Melancholy.
Mar. As well as I can, madam.
come too short,
'Twas merry, when
That time!-0 times!
O Silius, Silius,
Why have you stol'n upon us thus? You come not