1    Where is he?

2    I did not see him since.

3    See where he is, who's with him, what he does:
4    I did not send you: if you find him sad,
5    Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report
6    That I am sudden sick: quick, and return.

7    Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly,
8    You do not hold the method to enforce
9    The like from him.

10   What should I do, I do not?

11   In each thing give him way, cross him nothing.

12   Thou teachest like a fool; the way to lose him.

13   Tempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear:
14   In time we hate that which we often fear.
15   But here comes Antony.

16   I am sick and sullen.

17   I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose,--

18   Help me away, dear Charmian; I shall fall:
19   It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
20   Will not sustain it.

21   Now, my dearest queen,--

22   Pray you, stand further from me.

23   What's the matter?

24   I know, by that same eye, there's some good news.
25   What says the married woman? You may go:
26   Would she had never given you leave to come!
27   Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here:
28   I have no power upon you; hers you are.

29   The gods best know,--

30   O, never was there queen
31   So mightily betray'd! yet at the first
32   I saw the treasons planted.

33   Cleopatra,--

34   Why should I think you can be mine and true,
35   Though you in swearing shake the throned gods,
36   Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness,
37   To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
38   Which break themselves in swearing!

39   Most sweet queen,--

40   Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going,
41   But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying,
42   Then was the time for words: no going then;
43   Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
44   Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor,
45   But was a race of heaven: they are so still,
46   Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
47   Art turn'd the greatest liar.

48   How now, lady!

49   I would I had thy inches; thou shouldst know
50   There were a heart in Egypt.

51   Hear me, queen:
52   The strong necessity of time commands
53   Our services awhile; but my full heart
54   Remains in use with you. Our Italy
55   Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius
56   Makes his approaches to the port of Rome:
57   Equality of two domestic powers
58   Breed scrupulous faction: the hated, grown to strength,
59   Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey,
60   Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace,
61   Into the hearts of such as have not thrived
62   Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;
63   And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge
64   By any desperate change: my more particular,
65   And that which most with you should safe my going,
66   Is Fulvia's death.

67   Though age from folly could not give me freedom,
68   It does from childishness: can Fulvia die?

69   She's dead, my queen:
70   Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read
71   The garboils she awaked; at the last, best:
72   See when and where she died.

73   O most false love!
74   Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill
75   With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,
76   In Fulvia's death, how mine received shall be.

77   Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know
78   The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,
79   As you shall give the advice. By the fire
80   That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence
81   Thy soldier, servant; making peace or war
82   As thou affect'st.

83   Cut my lace, Charmian, come;
84   But let it be: I am quickly ill, and well,
85   So Antony loves.

86   My precious queen, forbear;
87   And give true evidence to his love, which stands
88   An honourable trial.

89   So Fulvia told me.
90   I prithee, turn aside and weep for her,
91   Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears
92   Belong to Egypt: good now, play one scene
93   Of excellent dissembling; and let it look
94   Life perfect honour.

95   You'll heat my blood: no more.

96   You can do better yet; but this is meetly.

97   Now, by my sword,--

98   And target. Still he mends;
99   But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian,
100  How this Herculean Roman does become
101  The carriage of his chafe.

102  I'll leave you, lady.

103  Courteous lord, one word.
104  Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:
105  Sir, you and I have loved, but there's not it;
106  That you know well: something it is I would,
107  O, my oblivion is a very Antony,
108  And I am all forgotten.

109  But that your royalty
110  Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
111  For idleness itself.

112  'Tis sweating labour
113  To bear such idleness so near the heart
114  As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me;
115  Since my becomings kill me, when they do not
116  Eye well to you: your honour calls you hence;
117  Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly.
118  And all the gods go with you! upon your sword
119  Sit laurel victory! and smooth success
120  Be strew'd before your feet!

121  Let us go. Come;
122  Our separation so abides, and flies,
123  That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
124  And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. Away!