|And never look behind!||435|
VENT. I'll rather die, than take it. Will you go?
ANT. Go! whither? Go from all that's excellent?
|Faith, honor, virtue, all good things forbid||440|
Give to your boy, your Cæsar,
This rattle of a globe to play withal,
|This gewgaw world, and put him cheaply off:||445|
CLEO. She['s] wholly yours. My heart's so full
That I shall do some wild extravagance
Of love, in public; and the foolish world,
Which knows not tenderness, will think me
VENT. O women! women! women! all the gods
Have not such pow'r of doing good to man,
As you of doing harm. Exit.
ANT. Our men are armed.
Unbar the gate that looks to Cæsar's camp;
|I would revenge the treachery he meant me;||455|
For, all the pleasures I have known beat thick
On my remembrance. How I long for night!
That both the sweets of mutual love may try, 460
And once triúmph o'er Cæsar [ere] we die.
At one door, enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMION, IRAS, and
ALEXAS, a train of Egyptians: at the other, ANTONYand Romans. The entrance on both sides is prepared by music, The trumpets first sounding an ANTONY'S part, then answered by timbrels, etc., on CLEOPATRA'S. CHARMION and IRAS hold a laurel wreath betwixt them. A dance of Egyptians. After the ceremony, CLEOPATRA crowns ANTONY,
ANT. I thought how those white arms would fold
And strain me close, and melt me into love;
So pleased with that sweet image, I sprung forwards,
And added all my strength to every blow.
CLEO. Come to me, come, my soldier, to my
With broken murmurs, and with amorous sighs,
I'll say, you were unkind, and punish you,
|And mark you red with many an eager kiss.||10|
ANT. My brighter Venus!
CLEO. O my greater Mars!
ANT. Thou join'st us well, my love!
Suppose me come from the Phlegræan plains,1
Where gasping giants lay, cleft by my sword,
|And mountain-tops pared off each other blow,||15|
In thy embraces I would be beheld
By heav'n and earth at once;
And make their envy what they meant their
As their superior god.
There's no satiety of love in thee;
|Enjoyed, thou still art-new; perpetual spring||25|
And I grow rich by giving.
Enter VENTIDIUS, and stands apart.
ALEX. Oh, now the danger's past, your general
He joins not in your joys, nor minds your tri
ANT. Now, on my soul, he loves me; truly loves
He never flattered me in any vice,
|But awes me with his virtue: ev'n this minute,||35|
It checks too strong upon me.
Exeunt the rest. As ANTONYis going, VENTEDIUS pulls him by the robe.
ANT. (looking back). 'Tis the old argument; I pr'ythee, spare me.
VENT. But this one hearing, emperor.
|ANT. Let go||40|
VENT. By Hercules his father, that's yet greater,
I bring you somewhat you would wish to know.
ANT. Thou see'st we are observed; attend me
|And I'll return. Exit.||45|
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Publication information: Book title: British Dramatists from Dryden to Sheridan. Contributors: George Henry Nettleton - Editor, Arthur Eillicot Case - Editor. Publisher: Boston ; Houghton Mifflin company,.. Place of publication: Boston; New York. Publication year: 1939. Page number: 94.
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