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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.
Vent. I take the privilege of plain love to speak.

Ant. Plain love! plain arrogance, plain insolence !
Thy men are cowards, thou an envious traitor,
Who under seeming honesty hath vented
The burden of thy rank o'erflowing gall.
Oh that thou wert my equal, great in arms
As the first Cæsar was, that I might kill thee
Without stain to my honour !

Vent. You may kill me :
You have done more already, call’d me traitor.

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,
Come to partake your fate, to die with yon.
What hinder'd me t'ave led my conq’ring Eagles
To fill Octavia's bands ? I could have been
' A traitor then, a glorious happy traitor,
And not have been so call’d.
í Ant. Forgive me, soldier ;
I’ave been too passionate.

Vent. You thought me false,
Thought my old age betray'd you. Kill me, sir,
Pray kill me: yet you need not; your unkindness
Has left your sword no work.

Ant. I did not think so;
I said it in my rage: pr’ythee forgive me.
Why didst thou tempt my anger by discov'ry
Of what I would not hear?

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-
Go on, for I can bear it nout,


Vent. No more.
Ant. Thou dar’st not trust my passion, but thou

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,
And I will leave her, tho' Heav'n knows I love
Beyond life, conquest, empire, all but honour :
But I will leave her.

Vent. That's my royal master.
And shall we fight?

Ant. I warrant thee, old soldier;
Thou shalt behold me once again in iron,
And at the head of our old troops that beat
The Partinians, cry aloud, Come, fullow me.

Vent. Oh, now I hear my emperor! In that word
Octavius fell. Gods! let me see that day,
And if I have ten years behind, take all ;
I'll thank


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
“ From all he holds most dear.
Vent. Methinks


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.

Once again
That noble eagerness of fight has seiz'd me,
That eagerness with which I darted upward
To Cassius' camp: in vain the steepy hill
Oppos'd my way, in vain a war of spears
Sung round my head, and planted all my shield;
I won the trenches, while my foremost men
Lagg'd on the plain below.

Vent. Ye gods, ye gods,
For such another honour!

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
Many a long look for succour.

Cleo. He sends word
He fears to see my face.

Alex. And would you more?
He shows his weakness who declines the combat;
And you must urge your fortune. Could he speak
More plainly; to my ears the message sounds,
Come to my rescue, Cleopatra, come;
Come, free me from Ventidius, from my tyrant;
See me, and give me a pretence to leave him.

[A march.
I hear his trumpets. This way he must pass.
Please you retire a while ; I'll work him first,
That he may bend more easy.

Cleo. You shall rule me,
But all, I fear, in vain. [Exit with Char, and Iras.

Alex. I fear so too,
Tho’I conceal’d my thoughts to make her bold;
But 'tis our utmost means, and Fate befriend it.

[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,

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