Her nymphs, like Nereids, round her couch Oh, judge me not less kind, because were placed; Where she, another sea-born Venus, lay. And cast a look so languishingly sweet, Stood fanning with their painted wings the chide! To Cæsar I excuse you. O ye gods! Have I then lived to be excused to Cæsar? Is full of deep dissembling; knows no honor That played about her face. But if she Divided from his interest. Fate mistook smiled, A darting glory seemed to blaze abroad, That men's wearied, desiring eyes were never But hung upon the object. To soft flutes The hearing gave new pleasure to the sight; him; For nature meant him for an usurer: What power was theirs, who wrought so To honorable terms? Ant. It was my Dolabella, or some god. For she so charmed all hearts, that gazing They were your enemies; and I, a friend, Stood panting on the shore, and wanted breath To give their welcome voice. Too weak alone; yet 'twas a Roman's deed. Ant. 'Twas like a Roman done: show me that man, Who has preserved my life, my love, my Then, Dolabella, where was then thy soul? Didst thou not shrink behind me from those And whisper in my ear, "Oh, tell her not That I accused her with my brother's death?" Dola. And should my weakness be a plea for yours? Mine was an age when love might be excused, When kindly warmth, and when my spring- Made it a debt to nature. Yours- When all the sap was needful for the trunk, And robbed from nature, to supply desire; Ant. Yes, Antony, a true one; ear. Vent. Dola. [Exit VENTIDIUS. You'll remember When I forget it, greatest To whom you stand obliged? Be thou unkind, and that's my curse. My queen shall thank him too. Hast thou not still some grudgings of thy Dola. I would not see her lost. Beyond her beauty. Cæsar tempted her, me; But she resisted all: and yet thou chid'st me Re-enter VENTIDIUS, with OCTAVIA, leading Ant. [starting back]. Where?-Octavia Vent. What, is she poison to you ?—a disease? Look on her, view her well, and those she brings: nature 66 Are they all strangers to your eyes? has A man, my equal, in the place of Jove, No secret call, no whisper they are yours? Dola. For shame, my lord, if not for love, receive 'em With kinder eyes. If you confess a man, Meet 'em, embrace 'em, bid 'em welcome to you. Your arms should open, even without your knowledge, To clasp wings, 'em in; your feet should turn to To bear you to 'em; and your eyes dart out And aim a kiss, ere you could reach the lips. Ant. I stood amazed, to think how they came hither. You shall not need it. Ant. I will not need it. Come, you've all betrayed me,— My friend too!-to receive some vile conditions. My wife has bought me, with her prayers And now I must become her branded slave. Vent. I sent for 'em; I brought 'em in But the conditions I have brought are such unknown To Cleopatra's guards. Yet, are you cold? Had I been nothing more than Cæsar's sister, You need not blush to take; I love your Because 'tis mine; it never shall be said, For, though my brother bargains for your Makes me the price and cement of your peace, I have a soul like yours; I cannot take Know, I had still remained in Cæsar's Your love as alms, nor beg what I deserve. camp: But your Octavia, your much injured wife, In spite of Cæsar's sister, still is yours. And prompts me not to seek what you should I'll tell my brother we are reconciled; shall march To rule the East; I may be dropt at Athens; Vent. Was ever such a strife of sullen But a wife's virtue still surmounts that Both scorn to be obliged. I come to claim you as my own; to show ness. Your hand, my lord; 'tis mine, and I will Nor yet too haughty; but so just a mean Begged it, my lord? Nor could my brother grant. Dola. Oh, she has touched him in the See how he reddens with despite and shame, Vent. See how he winks! how he dries up That fain would fall! Ant. Octavia, I have heard you, and must praise The greatness of your soul; But cannot yield to what you have proposed: me, And would be dropt at Athens; was't not so? Then I must be obliged man: Ant. Shall I, who, to my kneeling slave, I'll not endure it; no. could say, "Rise up, and be a king;" shall I fall down And cry, "Forgive me, Cæsar!" Shall I set Vent. [aside]. I am glad it pinches there. Octav. Would you triumph o'er poor Octavia's virtue? That pride was all I had to bear me up; That you might think you owed me for your life, And owed it to my duty, not my love. I have been injured, and my haughty soul Ant. Therefore you love me not. I should not love you. Therefore, my lord, Ant. Dola. Her soul's too great, after such To say she loves; and yet she lets you see it. Ant. O Dolabella, which way shall I turn? For Cleopatra, neither. One would be ruined with you; but she first In everything their merits are unequal. Sweet heaven compose it! Are they not yours? or stand they thus neglected, As they are mine? Go to him, children, go; Kneel to him, take him by the hand, speak to him; Cæsar and we are one. [Exit leading OCTAVIA; DOLABELLA and the Children follow. Vent. There's news for you; run, my officious eunuch, [Exit. Be sure to be the first; haste forward: This blunt, unthinking instrument of death, Of what her meanest children claim by kind, Had Cleopatra followed my advice, She dies for love; but she has known its Gods, is this just, that I, who know no joys, For you may speak, and he may own you Must die, because she loves? too, Without a blush; and so he cannot all His children: go, I say, and pull him to me, Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMION, IRAS, Train. O madam, I have seen what blasts my eyes! Cleo. Peace with that raven's note. You are no more a queen; What tell'st thou me of Egypt? Does she deserve this blessing? Is she fair? The gods threw by for rubbish. Death to my hopes, a miracle! Thus would I face my rival. [Meets OCTAVIA with VENTIDIUS. OCTAVIA bears up to her. Their Trains come up on either side. Octav. I need not ask if you are Cleo- Your haughty carriage- Octav. You do not; cannot: been his ruin. you have Who made him cheap at Rome, but Cleopatra? Who made him scorned abroad, but Cleo- Shows I am a queen; At Actium, who betrayed him? Cleopatra. Nor need I ask you, who you are. A Roman; A name, that makes and can unmake a queen. Cleo. Your lord, the man who serves me, is a Roman. me A wretched widow? only 'Cleopatra. Cleo. Yet she, who loves him best, is If you have suffered, I have suffered more. Octav. He was a Roman, till he lost that You bear the specious title of a wife, Your bonds are easy; you have long been In that lascivious art. He's not the first Cleo. I loved not Cæsar; 'twas but grati- I paid his love. The worst your malice can, In my esteem, is he whom law calls yours, To gild your cause, and draw the pitying To favor it; the world contemns poor me, There wants but life, and that too I would Alex. They could not sink beneath a rival's scorn! Octav. [coming up close to her]. I would But now she's gone, they faint. view nearer That face, which has so long usurped my To recollect their right, To find the inevitable charms, that catch But half these charms, you had not lost his Octav. Far be their knowledge from a Far from a modest wife! Shame of our sex, That make sin pleasing? Mine have had leisure counsel, Vain promiser! Lead me, my Charmion; nay, your hand too, Iras. My grief has weight enough to sink you Conduct me to some solitary chamber, Then leave me to myself, to take alone There I till death will his unkindness I could pull out an eye, and bid it go, I dare not trust my tongue to tell her so: Ant. That but to hear a story, feigned for pleasure, Of some sad lover's death, moistens my eyes, And robs me of my manhood. I should speak So faintly, with such fear to grieve her heart, She'd not believe it earnest. Take off the edge from every sharper sound, Dola. What you have said so sinks into my soul, That, if I must speak, I shall speak just so. Ant. I leave you then to your sad task: farewell. I sent her word to meet you. [Goes to the door, and comes back. I forgot; Let her be told, I'll make her peace with mine: Her crown and dignity shall be preserved, If I have power with Cæsar. O, be sure To think on that. For every time I have returned, I feel My soul more tender; and my next command Would be, to bid her stay, and ruin both. [Exit. Dola. Men are but children of a larger growth; Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain; And yet the soul, shut up in her dark room, Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing; But, like a mole in earth, busy and blind, Works all her folly up, and casts it outward To the world's open view; thus I discovered, Then that's all. [Goes out, and returns again. To Believe me; try [DOLABELLA goes over to CHARMION and IRAS; seems to talk with them. make him jealous; jealousy is like |