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8 Cæsar will weep, the Crocodile will weep, To see his Rival of the Universe Lye still and peaceful there. I'll think no more on't. Give me some Musick; look that it be sad: I'll sooth my Melancholy, till I swell, And burst my self with sighing 'Tis somewhat to my humor. Stay, I fancy I'm now turn'd wild, a Commoner of Nature; Of all forsaken, and forsaking all; Live in a shady Forrest's Sylvan Scene, Stretch'd at my length beneath some blasted Oke; I lean my head upon the Mossy Bark, And look just of a piece, as I grew from it: My uncomb'd Locks, matted like Misleto, Hang o're my hoary Face; a murm'ring Brook Runs at my foot.

Ven.Methinks I fancy My self there too.

Ant.The Herd come jumping by me, And fearless, quench their thirst, while I look on, And take me for their fellow-Citizen, More of this Image, more; it lulls my thoughts.

Ven.I must disturb him; I can hold no longer.

''Ant. starting up.Art thou Ventidius?''

Ven.Are you Antony? I'm liker what I was, than you to him I left you last.

Ant.I'm angry.

Ven.So am I.

Ant.I would be private: leave me.

Ven.Sir, I love you, And therefore will not leave you.

Ant.Will not leave me? Where have you learnt that Answer? Who am I?

Ven.My Emperor; the Man I love next Heaven: If I said more, I think 'twere scarce a Sin; Y'are all that's good, and good-like. Ant.