Phi.
'Nay, but this dotage of our general's ^note
O'erflows ^note the measure: those his goodly eyes,
That o'er the files and musters of the war
Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, ^note
The office and devotion of their view
Upon a tawny front: his captain's ^note heart,
Which in the scuffles of great fights ^note hath burst
The buckles on his breast, reneges ^note all temper,
And is become the bellows and the fan
To cool ^note a gipsy's lust. Flourish. ^note Enter Antony, Cleopatra, her Ladies, the Train, with Eunuchs fanning her. ^note
Look, where they come: ^note

Take but good note, and you shall see in him
The triple pillar of the world ^note transform'd
Into a strumpet's fool ^note: behold and see.

Cleo.
If it be love indeed, tell me how much.

Ant.
There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.

Cleo.
I'll set a bourn how far to be beloved.

Ant.
Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth. Enter an Attendant. ^note

Att. ^note
News, my good lord, from Rome. ^note

Ant.
Grates me: ^note the sum. ^note

Cleo.
Nay, hear them, ^note Antony:
Fulvia perchance is angry; or, who knows
If the scarce-bearded Cæsar have not sent
His powerful mandate to you, ‘Do ^note this, or this;
Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that;
Perform't, or else we damn ^note thee.’

Ant.
How, my love!

Cleo.
Perchance! nay, and most like:
You must not stay here longer, your dismission
Is come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antony.
Where's Fulvia's process? Cæsar's I would say? both? ^{note note}
Call in the messengers. As I am ^note Egypt's queen,
Thou blushest, Antony, and that blood of thine
Is Cæsar's homager: else ^note so thy cheek pays ^note shame

When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The messengers! ^note

Ant.
Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch
Of the ranged ^note empire fall! Here is my space.
Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike
Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life
Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair [Embracing. ^note
And such a twain can do't, in which I bind,
On ^note pain of punishment, the world to weet
We stand up peerless.

Cleo. ^note
Excellent ^note falsehood!
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
I'll ^note seem the fool I am not; Antony
Will be himself. ^note

Ant.
But stirr'd by Cleopatra.
Now, ^note for the love of Love and her ^note soft hours,
Let's not confound the time with conference harsh:
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
Without some pleasure now. What ^note sport to-night?

Cleo.
Hear the ambassadors.

Ant.
Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose ^note every passion fully ^note strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
No messenger but thine; ^note and all alone
To-night ^note we'll wander through the streets and note
The qualities of people. Come, my queen;

Last night you did desire it. Speak not to us. [Exeunt ^note Ant. and Cleo. with their train.

Dem.
Is Cæsar with Antonius prized so slight ^note?

Phi.
Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
He comes too short of that great property
Which still should go with Antony.

Dem.
I am full sorry ^note
That he approves the common liar, who
Thus speaks of him ^note at Rome: but I will hope
Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! ^note [Exeunt. ^note

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