Sooth. You have seen, and proved a fairer former fortune, Than that which is to approach. Char. Then, belike, my children shall have no names. Pr'ythee, how many boys and wenches must I have? Sooth. If every of your wishes had a womb, And fruitful' 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, drunk to bed. Iras. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else. Char. Even as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine. Iras. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay. Char. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear.—Pr'ythee, tell her but a work-day fortune. Sooth. Your fortunes are alike. Iras. But how? but how? give me particulars. Iras. Am I not an inch of fortune better than she? Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you choose it? Iras. Not in my husband's nose. Char. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas, -come, his fortune, his fortune.—O! let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee: and let her die too, and give him a worse; and let worse follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold. Good Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight, good Isis, I beseech thee! Iras. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people; for, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome man loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded: therefore, dear Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly! 1 fertile in f. e. ; foretell in folio. Char. Amen. 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. Hush! here comes Antony. Char. Not he, the queen. Enter CLEOPATRA. Cleo. Saw you my lord? Eno. No, lady. Cleo. Was he not here? Char. No, madam. Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the sudden, A Roman thought hath struck him.-Enobarbus !— Eno. Madam. Cleo. Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's Alexas? Alex. Here, at your service.—My lord approaches. Enter ANTONY, with a Messenger and Attendants. Cleo. We will not look upon him: go with us. [Exeunt CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, Alexas, Iras, CHARMIAN, Soothsayer, and Attendants. Mess. Fulvia, thy wife, first came into the field. Ant. Against my brother Lucius? Mess. Ay: But soon that war had end, and the time's state Upon the first encounter drave them. Ant. Well, what worst? Mess. The nature of bad news infests the teller. Ant. When it concerns the fool, or coward.-On: Things, that are past, are done, with me.-'T is thus; Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, I hear him as he flatter'd. Mess. Labienus (This is stiff news) hath with his Parthian force Extended' Asia from Euphrates; His conquering banner shook from Syria To Lydia, and to Ionia; whilst Ant. Antony, thou wouldst say,— Mess. O, my lord! Ant. Speak to me home, mince not the general Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome; Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase, and taunt my faults Have power to utter. O! then we bring forth weeds, Mess. At your noble pleasure. [Exit. Ant. From Sicyon now the news? Speak there. 1 Att. The man from Sicyon !-Is there such an one? 2 Att. He stays upon your will. Let him appear. Ant. Or lose myself in dotage.-What are you? Mess. In Sicyon: Where died she? Her length of sickness, with what else more serious Importeth thee to know, this bears. [Giving a Letter. Ant. There's a great spirit gone. Forbear me. [Exit Messenger. Thus did I desire it: What our contempts do often hurl from us, The opposite of itself: she 's good, being gone; Eno. What's your pleasure, sir? Ant. I must with haste from hence. We see Eno. Why, then, we kill all our women. how mortal an unkindness is to them: if they suffer our departure, death 's the word. Ant. I must be gone. Eno. Under a compelling occasion, let women die : it were pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between them and a great cause, they should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly: I have seen her die twenty 1 Ploughing our "quick winds" which dry the soil for the plough. By revolution lowering in f. e. 3 Dyce reads: Ho! times upon far poorer moment. I do think, there is mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying. Ant. She is cunning past man's thought. Eno. Alack, sir! no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove. Ant. Would I had never seen her! Eno. O, sir! you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work, which not to have been blessed withal would have discredited your travel. Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Sir? Ant. Fulvia is dead. Eno. Fulvia! Ant. Dead. Eno. Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth: comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented: this grief is crowned with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new petticoat; and, indeed, the tears live in an onion, that should water this sorrow. Ant. The business she hath broached in the state Cannot endure my absence. Eno. And the business you have broached here cannot be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode. Ant. No more light answers. Have notice what we purpose. Let our officers The cause of our expedience' to the queen, And get her leave to part: for not alone The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, The empire of the sea: our slippery people Our quick remove from hence. Eno. SCENE III. I shall do it. [Exeunt. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and ALEXAS. Cleo. Where is he? Char. I did not see him since. Cleo. See where he is, who 's with him, what he does: I did not send you.—If you find him sad, Say, I am dancing; if in mirth, report That I am sudden sick: quick, and return. [Exit ALEX. Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly, You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him. Cleo. What should I do, I do not? Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in nothing. Cleo. Thou teachest, like a fool, the way to lose him. Char. Tempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear: In time we hate that which we often fear. Enter ANTONY. But here comes Antony. Cleo. It cannot be thus long; the sides of nature Will not sustain it. Ant. Now, my dearest queen,— What's the matter? Cleo. Pray you, stand farther from me. Ant. 1 An allusion to the ancient belief, that a horse hair laid into water, turned into a snake. |