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Courteous lord, one word:
Sir, you and I must part, but that’s not it:
Sir, you and I have lov’d, but there’s not it;
That you know well, something it is I would, −

O, my oblivion is a very Antony, [90]
And I am all forgotten.

ANTONY
But that your royalty
Holds idleness your subject, I should take you

For idleness itself.

CLEOPATRA

’Tis sweating labour,
To bear such idleness so near the heart
As Cleopatra this. But sir, forgive me, [95]
Since my becomings kill me, when they do not

Eye well to you. Your honour calls you hence,
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,
And all the gods go with you! Upon your sword
Sit laurel victory, and smooth success [100]

Be strew’d before your feet!

ANTONY
Let us go. Come;
Our separation so abides and flies,
That thou, residing here, goes yet with me;
And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.

Away! [105]
(Exeunt.)

Scene IV IT

(Rome. Cæsar’s house.)

Enter Octavius reading a letter, Lepidus, and their Train