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Rh Great as the first, and as the second young, Would court my Love to be refus'd for you!

Ven.Words, words; but Actium, Sir, remember Actium.

Cleo.Ev'n there, I dare his malice. True, I Counsel'd To fight at Sea; but, I betray'd you not. I fled; but not to the Enemy. 'Twas fear; Would I had been a Man, not to have fear'd, For none would then have envy'd me your friendship, Who envy me your Love.

Ant.We're both unhappy: If nothing else, yet our ill fortune parts us. Speak; Would you have me perish, by my stay?

Cleo.If as a friend you ask my Judgment, go; If as a Lover, stay. If you must perish: 'Tis a hard word; but stay.

Ven.See now th' effects of her so boasted love! She strives to drag you down to ruine with her: But, could she scape without you, oh how soon Would she let go her hold, and haste to shore, And never look behind!

Cleo.Then judge my love by this. Could I have born A life or death, a happiness or woe From yours divided, this had giv'n me means.

Ant.By Hercules, the Writing of Octavius! I know it well; 'tis that Proscribing hand, Young as it was, that led the way to mine, And left me but the second place in Murder. See, see, Ventidius! here he offers Ægypt, And joyns all Syria to it as a present, So, in requital, she forsake my fortunes, And joyn her Arms with his.

Cleo.And yet you leave me! You leave me, Antony; and, yet I love you. Indeed I do: I have refus'd a Kingdom, That's a Trifle: For I could part with life; with any thing, But onely you. O let me dye but with you! Is