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Rh Ven.None, none at all. This happens as I wish, To ruine her yet more with Antony.

Dolla.She comes! What charms have sorrow on that face? Sorrow seems pleas'd to dwell with so much sweetness; Yet, now and then, a melancholy smile Breaks loose, like Lightning, in a Winter's night, And shows a moments day.

Ven.If she should love him too! Her Eunuch there! That Porcpisce bodes ill weather. Draw, draw nearer, Sweet Devil, that I may hear.

Alex.Believe me; try

To make him jealous; jealousie is like A polisht Glass held to the lips when life's in doubt: If there be breath, 'twill catch the damp and show it.

Cleop.I grant you jealousie's a proof of love, But 'tis a weak and unavailing Med'cine; It puts out the disease, and makes it show, But has no pow'r to cure.

Alex.'Tis your last remedy, and strongest too: And then this Dollabella, who so fit To practice on? He's handsome, valiant, young, And looks as he were laid for Nature's bait To catch weak Womens eyes. He stands already more than half suspected Of loving you: the least kind word, or glance, You give this Youth, will kindle him with love: Then, like a burning Vessel set adrift, You'll send him down amain before the wind, To fire the heart of jealous Antony.

Cleop.Can I do this? Ah no; my love's so true, That I can neither hide it where it is, Nor show it where it is not. Nature meant me A Wife, a silly harmless houshold Dove, Fond without Art; and kind without deceit; But Fortune, that has made a Mistress of me, Hast thrust me out to the wide World, unfurnish'd Of