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46 Let her be told, I'll make her peace with mine: Her Crown and Dignity shall be preserv'd, If I have pow'r with Cæsar.O, be sure To think on that.

Dolla.Fear not, I will remember.

Ant.And tell her, too, how much I was constrain'd; I did not this, but with extreamest force: Desire her not to hate my Memory, For I still cherish hers;insist on that.

Dolla.Trust me, I'll not forget it.

Ant.Then that's all. Wilt thou forgive my fondness this once more? Tell her, tho' we shall never meet again, If I should hear she took another Love, The news would break my heart.—Now I must go; For every time I have return'd, I feel My Soul more tender; and my next command Would be to bid her stay, and ruine both.

Dolla.Men are but Children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain; And yet the Soul, shut up in her dark room, Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing; But, like a Mole in Earth, busie and blind, Works all her folly up, and casts it outward To the Worlds open view: thus I discover'd, And blam'd the Love of ruin'd Antony; Yet wish that I were he, to be so ruin'd.

Ven.Alone? and talking to himself? concern'd too? Perhaps my ghess is right; he lov'd her once, And may pursue it still.

Dolla.O Friendship! Friendship! Ill canst thou answer this; and Reason, worse: Unfaithful in th' attempt; hopeless to win; And, if I win, undone: mere madness all. And yet th' occasion's fair. What injury, To him, to wear the Robe which he throws by? Ven.