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Tempt him not so too far. I wish, forbear;
In time we hate that which we often fear.

Enter Antony.
But here comes Antony

CLEOPATRA
I am sick, and sullen.

ANTONY

I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose, −

CLEOPATRA

Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall. [15]
It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
Will not sustain it.

ANTONY
Now, my dearest queen, −

CLEOPATRA
Pray you stand farther from me.

ANTONY
What’s the matter?

CLEOPATRA
I know by that same eye there’s some good news.
What, says the married woman you may go? [20]
Would she had never given you leave to come!
Let her not say ’tis I that keep you here.

I have no power upon you; hers you are.

ANTONY
The gods best know −

CLEOPATRA