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Our services awhile; but my full heart
               Remains in use with you. Our Italy
               Shines o’er with civil swords; Sextus Pompeius [45]
               Makes his approaches to the port of Rome,

               Equality of two domestic powers
               Breed scrupulous faction: the hated, grown to strength,
               Are newly grown to love: the condemn’d Pompey,
               Rich in his father’s honour, creeps apace [50]

               Into the hearts of such as have not thriv’d
               Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten,
               And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge
               By any desperate change. My more particular,

               And that which most with you should safe my going, [55]
               Is Fulvia’s death.



              CLEOPATRA
               Though age from folly could not give me freedom,
               It does from childishness. Can Fulvia die?



              ANTONY
               She’s dead, my queen.

               Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read [60]
               The garboils she awak’d: at the last, best,
               See when and where she died.



              CLEOPATRA
                               O most false love!
               Where be the sacred vials thou should’st fill

               With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,
               In Fulvia’s death, how mine receiv’d shall be. [65]



              ANTONY
               Quarrel no more, but be prepar’d to know
               The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,

               As you shall give the advice. By the fire
               That quickens Nilus’ slime, I go from hence
               Thy soldier, servant, making peace or war, [70]
               As thou affects.
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