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42 Gods, is this just, that I, who knows no joys, Must die, because she loves? Oh, Madam, I have seen what blasts my eyes! Octavia's here!

Cleop.Peace with that Raven's note. I know it too; and now am in The pangs of death.

Alex.You are no more a Queen; Egypt is lost.

Cleop.What tell'st thou me of Egypt? My Life, my Soul is lost! Octavia has him! O fatal name to Cleopatra's love! My kisses, my embraces now are hers; While I But thou hast seen my Rival; speak, Does she deserve this blessing? Is she fair, Bright as a Goddess? and is all perfection Confin'd to her? It is. Poor I was made Of that course matter which, when she was finish'd, The Gods threw by, for rubbish.

Alex.She's indeed a very Miracle.

Cleop.Death to my hopes, a Miracle!

''Alex. bowing.''A Miracle; I mean of Goodness; for in Beauty, Madam, You make all wonders cease.

Cleop.I was too rash: Take this in part of recompence. But, Oh, I fear thou flatter'st me.

Char.She comes! she's here!

Iras.Flie, Madam, Cæsar's Sister!

Cleop.Were she the Sister of the Thund'rer Jove, And bore her Brothers Lightning in her eyes, Thus would I face my Rival.

Octav.I need not ask if you are Cleopatra, Your haughty carriage

Cleop.Shows I am a Queen: Nor need I ask you who you are. Octav. A