351Cleo. I would I had thy inches, thou should'st know

352There were a heart in Egypt.

353Ant. Heare me Queene:

354The strong necessity of Time, commands

355Our Seruicles a-while: but my full heart

356Remaines in vse with you. Our Italy,

357Shines o're with ciuill Swords; Sextus Pompeius

358Makes his approaches to the Port of Rome,

359Equality of two Domesticke powers,

360Breed scrupulous faction: The hated growne to strength

361Are newly growne to Loue: The condemn'd Pompey,

362Rich in his Fathers Honor, creepes apace

363Into the hearts of such, as haue not thriued

364Vpon the present state, whose Numbers threaten,

365And quietnesse growne sicke of rest, would purge

366By any desperate change: My more particular,

367And that which most with you should safe my going,

368Is Fuluias death.

369Cleo. Though age from folly could not giue me freedom

370It does from childishnesse. Can Fuluia dye?

371Ant. She's dead my Queene.

372Looke heere, and at thy Soueraigne leysure read

373The Garboyles she awak'd: at the last, best,

374See when, and where shee died.

375Cleo. O most false Loue!

376Where be the Sacred Violles thou should'st fill

377With sorrowfull water? Now I see, I see,

378In Fuluias death, how mine receiu'd shall be.

379Ant. Quarrell no more, but bee prepar'd to know

380The purposes I beare: which are, or cease,

381As you shall giue th'aduice. By the fire

382That quickens Nylus slime, I go from hence

383Thy Souldier, Seruant, making Peace or Warre,

384As thou affects.

385Cleo. Cut my Lace, Charmian come,

386But let it be, I am quickly ill, and well,

387So Anthony loues.

388Ant. My precious Queene forbeare,

389And giue true euidence to his Loue, which stands

390An honourable Triall.

391Cleo. So Fuluia told me.

392I prythee turne aside, and weepe for her,

393Then bid adiew to me, and say the teares

394Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one Scene

395Of excellent dissembling, and let it looke

396Like perfect Honor.

397Ant. You'l heat my blood no more?

398Cleo. You can do better yet: but this is meetly.

399Ant. Now by Sword.

400Cleo. And Target. Still he mends.

401But this is not the best. Looke prythee Charmian,

402How this Herculean Roman do's become

403The carriage of his chafe.

404Ant. Ile leaue you Lady.

405Cleo. Courteous Lord, one word:

406Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:

407Sir, you and I haue lou'd, but there's not it:

408That you know well, something it is I would:

409Oh, my Obliuion is a very Anthony,

410And I am all forgotten.

411Ant. But that your Royalty

412Holds Idlenesse your subiect, I should take you

413For Idlenesse it selfe.

414Cleo. 'Tis sweating Labour,

415To beare such Idlenesse so neere the heart

416As Cleopatra this. But Sir, forgiue me,

417Since my becommings kill me, when they do not

418Eye well to you. Your Honor calles you hence,

419Therefore be deafe to my vnpittied Folly,

420And all the Gods go with you. Vpon your Sword

421Sit Lawrell victory, and smooth successe

422Be strew'd before your feete.

423Ant. Let vs go.

424Come: Our separation so abides and flies,

425That thou reciding heere, goes yet with mee;

426And I hence fleeting, heere remaine with thee.

430Caes. You may see Lepidus, and henceforth know,

431It is not Caesars Naturall vice, to hate

432One great Competitor. From Alexandria

433This is the newes: He fishes, drinkes, and wastes

434The Lampes of night in reuell: Is not more manlike

435Then Cleopatra: nor the Queene of Ptolomy

436More Womanly then he. Hardly gaue audience

437Or vouchsafe to thinke he had Partners. You

438Shall finde there a man, who is th' abstracts of all faults,

439That all men follow.

440Lep. I must not thinke

441There are, euils enow to darken all his goodnesse:

442His faults in him, seeme as the Spots of Heauen,

443More fierie by nights Blacknesse; Hereditarie,

444Rather then purchaste: what he cannot change,

445Then what he chooses.

446Caes. You are too indulgent. Let's graunt it is not

447Amisse to tumble on the bed of Ptolomy,

448To giue a Kingdome for a Mirth, to sit

449And keepe the turne of Tipling with a Slaue,

450To reele the streets at noone, and stand the Buffet

451With knaues that smels of sweate: Say this becoms him

452(As his composure must be rare indeed,

453Whom these things cannot blemish) yet must Anthony

454No way excuse his foyles, when we do beare

455So great waight in his lightnesse. If he fill'd

456His vacancie with his Voluptuousnesse,

457Full surfets, and the drinesse of his bones,

458Call on him for't. But to confound such time,

459That drummes him from his sport, and speakes as lowd

460As his owne State, and ours, 'tis to be chid:

461As we rate Boyes, who being mature in knowledge,

462Pawne their experience to their present pleasure,

463And so rebell to iudgement.

465Lep. Heere's more newes.

466Mes. Thy biddings haue beene done, & euerie houre

467Most Noble Caesar, shalt thou haue report

468How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at Sea,

469And it appeares, he is belou'd of those

470That only haue feard Caesar: to the Ports

471The discontents repaire, and mens reports

472Giue him much wrong'd.

473Caes. I should haue knowne no lesse,

474It hath bin taught vs from the primall state

475That he which is was wisht, vntill he were:

476And the ebb'd man,

477Ne're lou'd, till ne're worth loue,

478Comes fear'd, by being lack'd. This common bodie,

479Like to a Vagabond Flagge vpon the Streame,

480Goes too, and backe, lacking the varrying tyde

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