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34 Let me not live, If the young Bridegroom, Ionging for his night, Was ever half so fond.

Dolla.I must be silent; for my Soul is busie About a noble work: she's new come home, Like a long-absent man, and wanders o'er Each room, a stranger to her own, to look If all be safe.

Ant.Thou hast what's left of me. For I am now so sunk from what I was, Thou find'st me at my lowest water-mark. The Rivers that ran in, and rais'd my fortunes, Are all dry'd up, or take another course: What I have left is from my native Spring; I've still a heart that swells, in scorn of fate, And lifts me to my banks.

Dolla.Still you are Lord of all the World to me.

Ant.Why, then I yet am so; for thou art all. If I had any joy when thou wert absent, I grudg'd it to my self; methought I robb'd Thee of thy part. But, Oh my Dollabella! Thou hast beheld me other than I am. Hast thou not seen my morning Chambers fill'd With Scepter'd Slaves, who waited to salute me: With Eastern Monarchs, who forgot the Sun, To worship my uprising? Menial Kings Ran coursing up and down my Palace-yard, Stood silent in my presence, watch'd my eyes, And, at my least command, all started out Like Racers to the Goal.

Dolla.Slaves to your fortune.

Ant.Fortune is Cæsar's now; and what am I?

Ven.What you have made your self; I will not flatter.

Ant.Is this friendly done?

Dolla.Yes, when his end is so, I must join with him; Indeed I must, and yet you must not chide: Why am I else your friend?

Ant.Take heed, young man, How thou upbraid'st my love: The Queen has eyes, And