Page 2398 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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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.)



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