Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.
Now, for the love of Love and her 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 sport to-night?
Cleo. Hear the ambassadors.
Ant. Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives 50 To make itself, in thee, fair and admired! 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 Ant. and Cleo. with their train.
Dem. Is Cæsar with Antonius prized 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 liar, who 6o Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I will hope
Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy!
Scene II.The same. Another room. Enter Charmian, Iras, Alexas, and a Soothsayer.
Char. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing
Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's,
the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen?