Ant. Fuluia is dead
Eno. Sir
Ant. Fuluia is dead
Eno. Fuluia?
Ant. Dead
Eno. Why sir, giue the G.o.ds a thankefull Sacrifice: when it pleaseth their Deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shewes to man the Tailors of the earth: comforting therein, that when olde Robes are worne out, there are members to make new. If there were no more Women but Fuluia, then had you indeede a cut, and the case to be lamented: This greefe is crown"d with Consolation, your old Smocke brings foorth a new Petticoate, and indeed the teares liue in an Onion, that should water this sorrow
Ant. The businesse she hath broached in the State, Cannot endure my absence
Eno. And the businesse you haue broach"d heere cannot be without you, especially that of Cleopatra"s, which wholly depends on your abode
Ant. No more light Answeres: Let our Officers Haue notice what we purpose. I shall breake The cause of our Expedience to the Queene, And get her loue to part. For not alone The death of Fuluia, with more vrgent touches Do strongly speake to vs: but the Letters too Of many our contriuing Friends in Rome, Pet.i.tion vs at home. s.e.xtus Pompeius Haue giuen the dare to Caesar, and commands The Empire of the Sea. Our slippery people, Whose Loue is neuer link"d to the deseruer, Till his deserts are past, begin to throw Pompey the great, and all his Dignities Vpon his Sonne, who high in Name and Power, Higher then both in Blood and Life, stands vp For the maine Souldier. Whose quality going on, The sides o"th" world may danger. Much is breeding, Which like the Coursers heire, hath yet but life, And not a Serpents poyson. Say our pleasure, To such whose places vnder vs, require Our quicke remoue from hence
En.o.b. I shall doo"t.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras.
Cleo. Where is he?
Char. I did not see him since
Cleo. See where he is, Whose with him, what he does: I did not send you. If you finde him sad, Say I am dauncing: if in Myrth, report That I am sodaine sicke. Quicke, and returne
Char. Madam, me thinkes if you did loue him deerly, You do not hold the method, to enforce The like from him
Cleo. What should I do, I do not?
Ch. In each thing giue him way, crosse him in nothing
Cleo. Thou teachest like a foole: the way to lose him
Char. Tempt him not so too farre. I wish forbeare, In time we hate that which we often feare.
Enter Anthony.
But heere comes Anthony
Cleo. I am sicke, and sullen
An. I am sorry to giue breathing to my purpose
Cleo. Helpe me away deere Charmian, I shall fall, It cannot be thus long, the sides of Nature Will not sustaine it
Ant. Now my deerest Queene
Cleo. Pray you stand farther from mee
Ant. What"s the matter?
Cleo. I know by that same eye ther"s some good news.
What sayes the married woman you may goe?
Would she had neuer giuen you leaue to come.
Let her not say "tis I that keepe you heere, I haue no power vpon you: Hers you are
Ant. The G.o.ds best know
Cleo. Oh neuer was there Queene So mightily betrayed: yet at the first I saw the Treasons planted
Ant. Cleopatra
Cleo. Why should I thinke you can be mine, & true, (Though you in swearing shake the Throaned G.o.ds) Who haue beene false to Fuluia?
Riotous madnesse, To be entangled with those mouth-made vowes, Which breake themselues in swearing
Ant. Most sweet Queene
Cleo. Nay pray you seeke no colour for your going, But bid farewell, and goe: When you sued staying, Then was the time for words: No going then, Eternity was in our Lippes, and Eyes, Blisse in our browes bent: none our parts so poore, But was a race of Heauen. They are so still, Or thou the greatest Souldier of the world, Art turn"d the greatest Lyar
Ant. How now Lady?
Cleo. I would I had thy inches, thou should"st know There were a heart in Egypt
Ant. Heare me Queene: The strong necessity of Time, commands Our Seruices a-while: but my full heart Remaines in vse with you. Our Italy, Shines o"re with ciuill Swords; s.e.xtus Pompeius Makes his approaches to the Port of Rome, Equality of two Domesticke powers, Breed scrupulous faction: The hated growne to strength Are newly growne to Loue: The condemn"d Pompey, Rich in his Fathers Honor, creepes apace Into the hearts of such, as haue not thriued Vpon the present state, whose Numbers threaten, And quietnesse growne sicke of rest, would purge By any desperate change: My more particular, And that which most with you should safe my going, Is Fuluias death
Cleo. Though age from folly could not giue me freedom It does from childishnesse. Can Fuluia dye?
Ant. She"s dead my Queene.
Looke heere, and at thy Soueraigne leysure read The Garboyles she awak"d: at the last, best, See when, and where shee died
Cleo. O most false Loue!
Where be the Sacred Violles thou should"st fill With sorrowfull water? Now I see, I see, In Fuluias death, how mine receiu"d shall be
Ant. Quarrell no more, but bee prepar"d to know The purposes I beare: which are, or cease, As you shall giue th" aduice. By the fire That quickens Nylus slime, I go from hence Thy Souldier, Seruant, making Peace or Warre, As thou affects
Cleo. Cut my Lace, Charmian come, But let it be, I am quickly ill, and well, So Anthony loues
Ant. My precious Queene forbeare, And giue true euidence to his Loue, which stands An honourable Triall
Cleo. So Fuluia told me.
I prythee turne aside, and weepe for her, Then bid adiew to me, and say the teares Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one Scene Of excellent dissembling, and let it looke Like perfect Honor
Ant. You"l heat my blood no more?
Cleo. You can do better yet: but this is meetly
Ant. Now by Sword
Cleo. And Target. Still he mends.
But this is not the best. Looke prythee Charmian, How this Herculean Roman do"s become The carriage of his chafe
Ant. Ile leaue you Lady
Cleo. Courteous Lord, one word: Sir, you and I must part, but that"s not it: Sir, you and I haue lou"d, but there"s not it: That you know well, something it is I would: Oh, my Obliuion is a very Anthony, And I am all forgotten
Ant. But that your Royalty Holds Idlenesse your subiect, I should take you For Idlenesse it selfe