THE TRAGEDIE OF Anthonie, and Cleopatra. Actus Primus. Scœna Prima. Philo. Enter Demetrius and Philo. Ay, but this dotage of our Generals Ore-flowes the measure: those his goodly eyes Now bend, now turne The Office and Devotion of their view Flourish. Enter Anthony, Cleopatra, her Ladies, the Looke where they come : Take but good note, and you shall see in him (The Triple Pillar of the world) transform'd Into a Strumpets Foole. Behold and see. Cleo. If it be Love indeed, tell me how much, Ant. There's beggery in the love that can be reckon'd. Cleo. Ile set a bourne how farre to be belov'd. Ant. Then must thou needes finde out new Heaven, new Earth. Enter a Messenger. Mes. Newes (my good Lord) from Rome. Ant. Cleo. Nay heare them Anthony. Grates me, the summe. Fulvia perchance is angry: Or who knowes, If the scarse-bearded Casar have not sent His powrefull Mandate to you, Do this, or this; Ant. How, my love? Cleo. Perchance? Nay, and most like : You must not stay heere longer, your dismission Is come from Casar, therefore heare it Anthony. Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide Arch Cleo. Excellent falshood: Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her? Ile seeme the Foole I am not. Anthony will be himselfe. Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra. Now for the love of Love, and her soft houres, Let's not confound the time with Conference harsh; Without some pleasure now. What sport to night? |