92Cleopatra's health to drinke.

93Char. Good sir, giue me good Fortune.

94Sooth. I make not, but foresee.

95Char. Pray then, foresee me one.

96Sooth. You shall be yet farre fairer then you are.

97Char. He meanes in flesh.

98Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old.

99Char. Wrinkles forbid.

100Alex. Vex not his prescience, be attentiue.

101Char. Hush.

102Sooth. You shall be more belouing, then beloued.

103Char. I had rather heate my Liuer with drinking.

104Alex. Nay, heare him.

105Char. Good now some excellent Fortune: Let mee

106be married to three Kings in a forenoone, and Widdow

107them all: Let me haue a Childe at fifty, to whom Herode

108of Iewry may do Homage. Finde me to marrie me with

109Octauius Caesar, and companion me with my Mistris.

110Sooth. You shall out-liue the Lady whom you serue.

111Char. Oh excellent, I loue long life better then Figs.

112Sooth. You haue seene and proued a fairer former for-

113tune, then that which is to approach.

114Char. Then belike my Children shall haue no names:

115Prythee how many Boyes and Wenches must I haue.

116Sooth. If euery of your wishes had a wombe, & fore-

117tell euery wish, a Million.

118Char. Out Foole, I forgiue thee for a Witch.

119Alex. You thinke none but your sheets are priuie to

120your wishes.

121Char. Nay come, tell Iras hers.

122Alex. Wee'l know all our Fortunes.

123Enob. Mine, and most of our Fortunes to night, shall

124be drunke to bed.

125Iras. There's a Palme presages Chastity, if nothing els.

126Char. E'ne as the o're-flowing Nylus presageth Fa-

127mine.

128Iras. Go you wilde Bedfellow, you cannot Soothsay.

129Char. Nay, if an oyly Palme bee not a fruitfull Prog-

130nostication, I cannot scratch mine eare. Prythee tel her

131but a worky day Fortune.

132Sooth. Your Fortunes are alike.

133Iras. But how, but how, giue me particulars.

134Sooth. I haue said.

135Iras. Am I not an inch of Fortune better then she?

136Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better

137then I: where would you choose it.

138Iras. Not in my Husbands nose.

139Char. Our worser thoughts Heauens mend.

140Alexas. Come, his Fortune, his Fortune. Oh let him

141mary a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee,

142and let her dye too, and giue him a worse, and let worse

143follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to

144his graue, fifty-fold a Cuckold. Good Isis heare me this

145Prayer, though thou denie me a matter of more waight:

146good Isis I beseech thee.

147Iras. Amen, deere Goddesse, heare that prayer of the

148people. For, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome

149man loose-Wiu'd, so it is a deadly sorrow, to beholde a

150foule Knaue vncuckolded: Therefore deere Isis keep de-

151corum, and Fortune him accordingly.

152Char. Amen.

153Alex. Lo now, if it lay in their hands to make mee a

154Cuckold, they would make themselues Whores, but

155they'ld doo't.

157Enob. Hush, heere comes Anthony.

158Char. Not he, the Queene.

159Cleo. Saue you, my Lord.

160Enob. No Lady.

161Cleo. Was he not heere?

162Char. No Madam.

163Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth, but on the sodaine

164A Romane thought hath strooke him.

165Enobarbus?

166Enob. Madam.

167Cleo. Seeke him, and bring him hither: wher's Alexias?

168Alex. Heere at your seruice.

169My Lord approaches.

171Cleo. We will not looke vpon him:

172Go with vs. Exeunt.

173Messen. Fuluia thy Wife,

174First came into the Field.

175Ant. Against my Brother Lucius?

176Messen. I: but soone that Warre had end,

177And the times state

178Made friends of them, ioynting their force 'gainst Caesar,

179Whose better issue in the warre from Italy,

180Vpon the first encounter draue them.

181Ant. Well, what worst.

182Mess. The Nature of bad newes infects the Teller.

183Ant. When it concernes the Foole or Coward: On.

184Things that are past, are done, with me. 'Tis thus,

185Who tels me true, though in his Tale lye death,

186I heare him as he flatter'd.

187Mes. Labienus (this is stiffe-newes)

188Hath with his Parthian Force

189Extended Asia: from Euphrates his conquering

190Banner shooke, from Syria to Lydia,

191And to Ionia, whil'st---

192Ant. Anthony thou would'st say.

193Mes. Oh my Lord.

194Ant. Speake to me home,

195Mince not the generall tongue, name

196Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome:

197Raile thou in Fuluia's phrase, and taunt my faults

198With such full License, as both Truth and Malice

199Haue power to vtter. Oh then we bring forth weeds,

200When our quicke windes lye still, and our illes told vs

201Is as our earing: fare thee well awhile.

202Mes. At your Noble pleasure. Exit Messenger.

204Ant. From Scicion how the newes? Speake there.

2051. Mes. The man from Scicion,

206Is there such an one?

2072. Mes. He stayes vpon your will.

208Ant. Let him appeare:

209These strong Egyptian Fetters I must breake,

210Or loose my selfe in dotage.

212What are you?

2133. Mes. Fuluia thy wife is dead.

214Ant. Where dyed she.

215Mes. In Scicion, her length of sicknesse,

216With what else more serious,

217Importeth thee to know, this beares.

218Antho. Forbeare me

219There's a great Spirit gone, thus did I desire it:

220What our contempts doth often hurle from vs,

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