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Rh For you are mine, and I was born to suffer.

Ven.Was ever sight so moving! Emperor!

Dolla.Friend!

Octav.Husband!

Both Childr.Father!

Ant.I am vanquish'd: take me, Octavia; take me, Children; share me all. I've been a thriftless Debtor to your loves, And run out much, in riot, from your stock; But all shall be amended.

Octav. O blest hour!

Dolla.O happy Change!

Ven.My joy stops at my tongue; But it has found two chanels here for one, And bubbles out above.

''Ant. to Octav.''This is thy Triumph; lead me where thou wilt; Ev'n to thy Brothers Camp.

Octav.All there are yours.

Alex.The Queen, my Mistress, Sir, and yours

Ant.'Tis past. Octavia, you shall stay this night; To morrow, Cæsar and we are one.

Ven.There's news for you; run, My officious Eunuch, Be sure to be the first; haste forward: Haste, my dear Eunuch, haste.

Alex.This downright fighting Fool, this thick-scull'd Hero, This blunt unthinking Instrument of death, With plain dull Virtue, has out-gone my Wit: Pleasure forsook my early'st Infancy, The Luxury of others robb'd my Cradle, And ravish'd thence the Promise of a Man: Cast out from Nature, disinherited Of what her meanest Children claim by kind; Yet, Greatness kept me from contempt: that's gone. Had Cleopatra follow'd my advice, Then he had been betray'd, who now forsakes. She dies for love; but she has known its joys: Gods,