221We wish it ours againe. The present pleasure,

222By reuolution lowring, does become

223The opposite of it selfe: she's good being gon,

224The hand could plucke her backe, that shou'd her on.

225I must from this enchanting Queene breake off,

226Ten thousand harmes, more then the illes I know

227My idlenesse doth hatch.

229How now Enobarbus.

230Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir?

231Anth. I must with haste from hence.

232Eno. Why then we kill all our Women. We see how

233mortall an vnkindnesse is to them, if they suffer our de-

234parture death's the word.

235Ant. I must be gone.

236Eno. Vnder a compelling an occasion, let women die.

237It were pitty to cast them away for nothing, though be-

238tweene them and a great cause, they should be esteemed

239nothing. Cleopatra catching but the least noyse of this,

240dies instantly: I haue seene her dye twenty times vppon

241farre poorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death,

242which commits some louing acte vpon her, she hath such

243a celerity in dying.

244Ant. She is cunning past mans thought.

245Eno. Alacke Sir no, her passions are made of nothing

246but the finest part of pure Loue. We cannot cal her winds

247and waters, sighes and teares: They are greater stormes

248and Tempests then Almanackes can report. This cannot

249be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a showre of Raine

250as well as Ioue.

251Ant. Would I had neuer seene her.

252Eno. Oh sir, you had then left vnseene a wonderfull

253peece of worke, which not to haue beene blest withall,

254would haue discredited your Trauaile.

255Ant. Fuluia is dead.

256Eno. Sir.

257Ant. Fuluia is dead.

258Eno. Fuluia?

259Ant. Dead.

260Eno. Why sir, giue the Gods a thankefull Sacrifice:

261when it pleaseth their Deities to take the wife of a man

262from him, it shewes to man the Tailors of the earth: com-

263forting therein, that when olde Robes are worne out,

264there are members to make new. If there were no more

265Women but Fuluia, then had you indeede a cut, and the

266case to be lamented: This greefe is crown'd with Conso-

267lation, your old Smocke brings foorth a new Petticoate,

268aud indeed the teares liue in an Onion, that should water

269this sorrow.

270Ant. The businesse she hath broached in the State,

271Cannot endure my absence.

272Eno. And the businesse you haue broach'd heere can-

273not be without you, especially that of Cleopatra's, which

274wholly depends on your abode.

275Ant. No more light Answeres:

276Let our Officers

277Haue notice what we purpose. I shall breake

278The cause of our Expedience to the Queene,

279And get her loue to part. For not alone

280The death of Fuluia, with more vrgent touches

281Do strongly speake to vs: but the Letters too

282Of many our contriuing Friends in Rome,

283Petition vs at home. Sextus Pompeius

284Haue giuen the dare to Caesar, and commands

285The Empire of the Sea. Our slippery people,

286Whose Loue is neuer link'd to the deseruer,

287Till his deserts are past, begin to throw

288Pompey the great, and all his Dignities

289Vpon his Sonne, who high in Name and Power,

290Higher then both in Blood and Life, stands vp

291For the maine Souldier. Whose quality going on,

292The sides o'th'world may danger. Much is breeding,

293Which like the Coursers heire, hath yet but life,

294And not a Serpents poyson. Say our pleasure,

295To such whose places vnder vs, require

296Our quicke remoue from hence.

297Enob. I shall doo't.

299Cleo. Where is he?

300Char. I did not see him since.

301Cleo. See where he is,

302Whose with him, what he does:

303I did not send you. If you finde him sad,

304Say I am dauncing: if in Myrth, report

305That I am sodaine sicke. Quicke, and returne.

306Char. Madam, me thinkes if you did loue him deerly,

307You do not hold the method, to enforce

308The like from him.

309Cleo. What should I do, I do not?

310Ch. In each thing giue him way, crosse him in nothing.

311Cleo. Thou teachest like a foole: the way to lose him.

312Char. Tempt him not so too farre. I wish forbeare,

313In time we hate that which we often feare.

315But heere comes Anthony.

316Cleo. I am sicke, and sullen.

317An. I am sorry to giue breathing to my purpose.

318Cleo. Helpe me away deere Charmian, I shall fall,

319It cannot be thus long, the sides of Nature

320Will not sustaine it.

321Ant. Now my deerest Queene.

322Cleo. Pray you stand farther from mee.

323Ant. What's the matter?

324Cleo. I know by that same eye ther's some good news.

325What sayes the married woman you may goe?

326Would she had neuer giuen you leaue to come.

327Let her not say 'tis I that keepe you heere,

328I haue no power vpon you: Hers you are.

329Ant. The Gods best know.

330Cleo. Oh neuer was there Queene

331So mightily betrayed: yet at the fitst

332I saw the Treasons planted.

333Ant. Cleopatra.

334Cleo. Why should I thinke you can be mine, & true,

335(Though you in swearing shake the Throaned Gods)

336Who haue beene false to Fuluia?

337Riotous madnesse,

338To be entangled with those mouth-made vowes,

339Which breake themselues in swearing.

340Ant. Most sweet Queene.

341Cleo. Nay pray you seeke no colour for your going,

342But bid farewell, and goe:

343When you sued staying,

344Then was the time for words: No going then,

345Eternity was in our Lippes, and Eyes,

346Blisse in our browes bent: none our parts so poore,

347But was a race of Heauen. They are so still,

348Or thou the greatest Souldier of the world,

349Art turn'd the greatest Lyar.

350Ant. How now Lady?