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Of the rang’d empire fall! Here is my space,
Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike [35]
Feeds beast as man; the nobleness of life
Is to do thus: when such a mutual pair,
(Embracing.)
And such a twain can do’t, in which I bind,
On pain of punishment, the world to weet
We stand up peerless.
CLEOPATRA
Excellent falsehood! [40]
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
I’ll seem the fool I am not; Antony
Will be himself.
ANTONY
But stirr’d by Cleopatra.
Now for the love of Love, and her soft hours,
Let’s not confound the time with conference harsh: [45]
There’s not a minute of our lives should stretch
Without some pleasure now. What sport to-night?
CLEOPATRA
Hear the ambassadors.
ANTONY
Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep: how 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. [55]
(Exeunt Antony and Cleopatra with their Train.)
DEMETRIUS