ALL FOR LOVE; OR, THE WORLD WELL LOST. ACT I. SCENE 1. The Temple of Isis. SERAPION, MYRIS, Priests of Isis, discovered. Serapion. PORTENTS and prodigies are grown so frequent, |_ That the wild deluge overtook the haste Ev'n of the hinds that watch'd it. Men and beasts Were borne above the tops of trees that grew On th' utmost margin of the watermark : Then with so swift an ebb the flood drove backward, Sea-horses flound'ring in the slimy mi Toss'd up their heads, and dash'd th-Joze about 'em. Enter ALEXAS behind them. Myr. Avert these omens, Heav'n! Ser. Last night, between the hours of twelve and one, In a lone aisle o' the temple, while I walk'd, A whirlwind rose, that with a violent blast Alex. And dreamt you this, or did invent the story [Shewing himself. To frighten our Egyptian boys withal, And train 'em up betimes in fear of priesthood? Ser. My lord, I saw you not, Nor meant my words should reach your ears; but what I utter'd was most true. Alex. A foolish dream, sred from the fumes of indigested feasts And holy luxury. Ser. I know my duty: This goes no farther. Alex. 'Tis not fit it should, Nor would the times now bear it were it true. "Ser. Our faint Egyptians pray for Antony, "But in their servile hearts they own Octavius. "And tempts not fortune for a noble day, "Which might redeem what Actium lost? "Seems not to press the siege. "Alex. Oh, there's the wonder. "Mecenas and Agrippa, who can most "With Cæsar, are his foes. His wife, Octavia, Ser. 'Tis strange that Antony, for some days past, Has not beheld the face of Cleopatra, But here in Isis' temple lives retir'd, And makes his heart a prey to black despair. Alex. 'Tis true; and we much fear he hopes by ab sence To cure his mind of love. "Ser. If he be vanquish'd, "Or make his peace, Egypt is doom'd to be "Alex. Had I my wish, these tyrants of all nature, Who lord it o'er mankind, should perish, perish, Each by the other's sword; but since our wil! Is lamely follow'd by our pow'r, we must "Depend on one, with him to rise or fall." Ser. How stands the queen affected ? Alex. Oh, she dotes, She dotes, Serapion, on this vanquish'd man, =༢ Enter VENTIDIUS, talking aside with a Gentleman of ANTONY'S. Ser. These Romans will o'erhear us. His fierce demeanour, and erected look, He's of no vulgar note. Alex. Oh, 'tis Ventidius, When Antony return'd from Syria last, He left this man to guard the Roman frontiers. Ser. You seem to know him well. Alex. Too well. I saw him in Cilicia first, A mortal foe he was to us and Egypt. [They withdraw to a corner of the stage, and Ventidius, with the other, comes forward to the front. |