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?

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.