Cle. Make thee a fortune from me. Cle. I do not like, but yet; it does allay. The good and bad together: He's friends with Cæsar; Cle. The most infectious pestilence upon thee! Cle. What say you?—hence! Mar. Gracious madam, I, that do bring the news, made not the match. And I will boot thee with what gift beside, Cle. Is he married? I cannot hate thee worse than now I do, If thou again say, yes. Mar. Too sure he is; and, ere I quitted Rome, He and Octavia had embark'd for Athens. Exit MARDION. Char. Good, your highness, patience. I faint: O, Iras, Charmion!-'Tis no matter- The colour. of her hair: bring me word quickly. [Exit ALEXAS. Let him for ever go! Pity me, Charmion, But do not speak to me. Lead me to my chamber. [Exeunt. 7 SCENE III. Athens. A Room in ANTONY'S House. Enter ANTONY and OCTAVIA. Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that, Spoke scantily of me; when, perforce he could not Oct. O, my good lord, Believe not all; or, if you must believe, Ant. Gentle Octavia, Let your best love draw to that point which seeks Best to preserve it: If I lose mine honour, I lose myself; better I were not yours, Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested, с Shall stain your brother; speed you then to Rome,— So your desires are yours. Oct. Thanks to my lord. The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak, Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be As if the world should cleave, and that slain men Should solder up the rift. Ant. Well, well, the ship awaits you in the harbour: Choose your own company, and command what cost Your heart has mind to. Oct. Oh, my lord-Farewell! Ant. The April's in thy eyes; Thy tongue will not obey thy heart, nor will And neither way inclines. Come on, Octavia; [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Alexandria, A Room in CLEOPATRA'S Palace. CLEOPATRA and IRAS discovered. CLEOPATRA pen. sively reclined on a Couch. Cle. Athens may well be proud! it circles, now, Within its walls, Bellona's paragon; The man of men;-ay me! the married man. Ah, no, I know him not; I knew him once, Iras. Let it be past with you Forget him, madam. Cle. Never, never, Iras. Faithless, ungrateful, cruel though he be, I still must love him. Enter CHARMION. Now, what news, my Charmion? Char. The man, whom you dispatch'd in trust to Athens, Newly return'd, now waits upon your will. Cle. [Starting up. Will Antony be kind?—or quite forsake me? Is't life or death? for when he gave his answer, Fate took the word, and then I died or lived. Char. Madam, the messenger. Enter MARDION. Cle. Say, had'st thou audience Of great Mark Antony? Mar. I found him, madam, Encompass'd by a throng that shouted round him :When he beheld me struggling through the crowd, He blush'd, and bade make way. Cle. There's comfort yet! [Apart from MARDION. Proceed. Mar. I told my message, Just as you gave it, broken and dishearted; If but to say, farewell.-Saw'st thou Octavia? Mar. Madam, I did; for, as I reach'd the land, I view'd her standing at her vessel's prow, Cle. Italy! why thither? Mar. To reconcile, at Rome, (so rumour spake) Divisions which, of late, forebode a war Between her lord and Cæsar. Cle. Blest forebodings! Long may divisions last, that can divide That mate, ill-mated, from Mark Antony. [Apart, Is she as tall as I ? Mar. She is not, madam. Cle. Dwarfish!-he ne'er will like her long. Like her? it is impossible. Cle. I think so. What majesty is in her air? Remember, Mar. She stoops. She shews a body, rather than a life A statue, than a breather, Cle. Is this certain ? Mar. Or I have no observance. Cle. There's nothing in her yet: The fellow has good judgment. Char. Excellent. ; Cle. Bear'st thou her face in mind? Is't long, or round? Mar. Round, even to faultiness. Cle. For the most part too, They are foolish that are so. Her hair, what colour? Mar. Brown, madam; and her forehead is as low As she would wish it. Cle. There is gold for thee. [IRAS gives him a purse. Exit MARDION, Char. A proper man. Cle. Indeed, he is so; why, methinks, by him, This creature's no such thing. |