Phi.
Nay, but this dotage of our general's ^note
O'er-flows 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,
The office and devotion of their view
Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
Which in the scuffles of great fights ^note hath burst
The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper;
And is become the bellows, and the fan,
To cool a gipsy's lust.—Look, where they come: Flourish. Enter Antony, Cleopatra, and their Trains; Eunuchs fanning her.
Take but good note, and you shall see in him
The triple pillar of the world transform'd
Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.

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

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

Cle.
I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd.

Ant.
Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth. Enter an Attendant.14Q1051

Att.
News, my good lord, from Rome.

Ant.
'T grates me ^note:—The sum.

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

Ant.
How, my love!

Cle.
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?
Call in the messengers.—As I am Egypt's queen,
Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine
Is Cæsar's homager: so ^note thy cheek pays shame,
When shrill-tongu'd Fulvia scolds.—The messengers.

Ant.
Let Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide arch
Of the rang'd empire ^note14Q1052 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,
And such a twain can do't; in which, I bind,
On pain ^note of punishment, the world to weet
We stand up peerless.

Cle.
Excellent falshood!
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?—
I seem ^note the fool I am not;14Q1053 Antony

Will be himself.

Ant.
But, stir'd by Cleopatra,—
Now, for the love of love, and his soft ^note 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 sport to-night?

Cle.
Hear the embassadors.

Ant.
Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every ^note passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd!
No messenger, but thine; And all alone,
To-night, 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 Antony, Cleopatra, and Train.

Dem.
Is Cæsar with Antonius priz'd so slight?

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,
That he approves the common lyar, who
Thus speaks of him at Rome: But I will hope
Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! [Exeunt.

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