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Enter Antony, and Cleopatra, her Ladies; the Train, with
Take but good Note, and you shall fee him,
Cleo. If it be Love indeed, tell me how much?
Ant. Then muft thou needs find out new Heav'n, new Earth.
Enter a Messenger.
Mef. News, my good Lord, from Rome.
Cleo. Nay, hear them Antony.
Fulvia perchance is angry; or who knows,
Ant. How, my Love?
Cleo. Perchance, nay, and moft like,
Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide Arch
Cleo. Excellent Falfhood!
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
Ant. But ftirr'd by Cleopatra.
Now for the love of love, and his foft Hours,
Ant. Fie wrangling Queen!
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
[Exeunt with their Train.
Dem. I am full forry, that he approves the common Liar, who thus fpeaks of him at Rome; but I will hope of better Deeds to morrow. Reft you happy.
Enter Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, and a
Char. L. Alexas, fweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost most abfolute Alexas, where's the Soothfayer that you prais'd to th' Queen? Oh! that I knew this Hufband, which you fay, muft change his Horns with Garlands.
Sooth. Your will?
Char. Is this the Man? Is't you, Sir, that know things? Sooth. In Nature's infinite Book of Secrecy, a little I can read.
Alex. Shew him your Hand.
Eno. Bring in the Banquet quickly: Wine enough, Cleopatra's Health to drink.
Char. Good Sir, give me good Fortune.
Sooth. I make not, but forefee.
Char. Pray then, foresee me one.
Sooth. You fhall be yet far fairer than you are.
Iras. No, you fhall paint when you are old.
Alex. Vex not his Patience, be attentive.
Sooth. You shall be more beloving, than beloved.
Char. Good now, fome excellent Fortune. Let me be Married to three Kings in a Forenoon, and Widow them all; let me have a Child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry may do Homage. Find me to marry me with Octavius Cafar, and Companion me with my Mistress.
Sooth. You fhall out-live the Lady whom you ferve. Char. Oh excellent, I love long Life better than Figs. Sooth. You have feen and proved a fairer former Fortune, than that which is to approach.
Char. Then belike my Children fhall have no Names ; Prithee how many Boys and Wenches muft I have? Sooth. If every of your Wifhes had a Womb, And foretel every Wish, a Million.
Char. Out Fool, I forgive thee for a Witch.
Alex. You think none but your Sheets are privy to your Wishes.
Char. Nay come, tell Iras hers.
Alex. We'll know all our Fortunes.
Eno. Mine, and most of our Fortunes to night, shall be to go drunk to Bed.
Iras. There's a Palm prefages Chastity, if nothing elfe, Char. E'en as the o'erflowing Nylus prefageth Famine. Iras. Go you wild Bedfellow, you cannot Soothsay. Char. Nay, if an oily Palm be not a fruitful Prognoftication, I cannot fcratch mine Ear. Prithee tell her but a Workyday Fortune.
Sooth. Your Fortunes are alike.
Iras. But how, but how
Sooth. I have faid.
give me particulars.
Iras. Am I not an inch of Fortune better than the ? Char. Well, if you were but an inch of Fortune better than I; where would you chufe it?
Iras. Not in my Husband's Nofe.
Alex. Come, his Fortune, his Fortune. Oh let him Marry a Woman that cannot go, fweet Ifis, I beseech thee, and let her die too, and give him a worfe, and let worfe follow worse, 'till the worst of all follow him laughing to his Grave, Fifty-fold a Cuckold. Good Ifis, hear me this Prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more Weight; good Ifis, I befeech thee.
Char. Amen, dear Goddess, hear that Prayer of the People. For, as it is a heart-breaking to fee a handsome Man loose-wiv'd, fo it is a deadly Sorrow, to behold a foul Knave Uncuckolded; therefore, dear Ifis, keep decorum, and Fortune him accordingly.
Alex. Lo now, if it lay in their Hands to make me a Cuckold, they would make themselves Whores, but they'd do't.
Eno. Hufh, here comes Antony.
Cleo. Was he not here ?
Char. No, Madam.
Cleo. He was difpos'd to Mirth, but on the fudden A Roman thought had ftruck him. Enobarbus.
Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither; where's Alexas?
Mef. Ay, but foon that War had end, and the times ftate Made Friends of them, jointing their force 'gainft Cafar, Whose better Iffe in the War of Italy,
Upon the first encounter drave them.
Ant. Well, what worft?
Mef. The Nature of bad News infects the Teller.
Ant. The Bufinefs fhe hath broached in the State, Cannot endure my Abfence.
Eno. And the Bufinefs you have broach'd here cannot be without you, especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your Aboad.
Ant. No more like Anfwers: Let our Officers
Eno. I fhall do't.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras.. Cleo. Where is he?
Char. I did not fee him fince.
Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what he do's:
Char. Madam, methinks if you did love him dearly,
Cleo. What fhould I do, I do not?
Char. In each thing give him way, crofs him in nothing. Cleo. Thou teacheft like a Fool: the way to lofe him.