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Which for a kiss at your next midnight feast You'll sell to her " Then she new names her jewels, " and calls this diamond such or such a tax ; “ Each pendant in her ear shall be a province." ant. Ventidius, I allow your tongue free licence On all my other faults, but on your life No word of Cleopatra; she deseryes More worlds than I can lose. Vent. Behold, you
Pow'rs! To whom you have entrusted humankind; See Europe, Afric, Asia, put in balance, And all weigh'd down by one light worthless woman! “ I think the gods are Antonies, and give, “ Like prodigals, this nether world away “ To none but wasteful hands."
Ant. You grow presumptuous.
Ant. Plain love! plain arrogance, plain insolence !
Vent. You may kill me :
Ant. Art thou not one?
Vent. For shewing you yourself, Which none else durst have done i But had I beev That name, which I-disdain to speak again,
I needed not have sought your abjeet fortunes,
Vent. You thought me false,
Ant. I did not think so;
Vent. No prince, but you Could nerit that sincerity I us’d, Nor durst another man have ventur'd it: “ But you, ere love misled your wand'ring eyes, « Were sure the chief and best of human race, " Fram'd in the very pride and boast of nature; “ So perfect, that the gods who form'd you “ At their own skill, and cry'd, A lucky hit " Has mended our design. Their envy hinderd, " Else you had been immortal, and a pattern, “ When Heav'n would work for ostentation sake, " To copy out again.”
Ant. But Cleopatra-
Vent. No more.
may'st : Thou only lov'st, the rest have flatter'd me. Vent. Heav'n's blessing on your heart for that kind
word! May I believe you love me? Speak again. Ant. Indeed I do. Speak this, and this, and this.
[Hugging kim. Thy praises were unjust; but I'll deserve 'em, And yet mend all. Do with me what thou wilt: Lead me to victory, thou know'st the way.
Vent. And will you leave this
Ant. Pr’ythee do not curse her,
Vent. That's my royal master.
Ant. I warrant thee, old soldier;
Vent. Oh, now I hear my emperor! In that word
for th’exchange. “ Ant. Oh, Cleopatra ! “ Vent. Again! «« Аnt, l'ave done; in that last sigh she went.
“ Cæsar shall know what'tis to force a lover
breathe “ Another soul; your looks are most divine;
) “ You speak a hero, and you move a god.”
Ant. Oh, thou hast fir'd me! my soul's up in arms, And mans each part about me.
Vent. Ye gods, ye gods,
Ant. Conie on my soldier; Our hearts and arms are still the same: I long Once more to meet our foes, that thou and I, Like Time and Death, marching before our troops, May taste fate to 'em, mow 'em out a passage, And, ent’ring where the foremost squadrons yield, Begin the noble harvest of the field. [Exeunt.
Yet he but doubts and parlies, and casts out
Cleo. He sends word
Alex. And would you more?
Cleo. You shall rule me,
Alex. I fear so too,
[Withdraws. A march till all are on.
Enter Lictors with fasces, one bearing the Eagle; then
enter ANTONY and VÆNTIDIUS, followed by other Commanders.
Ant. Octavius is the minion of blind Chance, But holds from Virtue nothing.
Vent. Has he courage?
Ant. But just enough to season him from coward. Oh! 'tis the coldest youth upon a charge,