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52 Dolla.Well, He must be found.

Octav.Most glorious impudence!

Ven.She look'd methought As she would say, Take your old man, Octavia; Thank you, I'm better here. Well, but what use Make we of this discovery?

Octav.Let it die.

Ven.I pity Dollabella; but she's dangerous: Her eyes have pow'r beyond Thessalian Charms To draw the Moon from Heav'n; for Eloquence, The Sea-green Syrens taught her voice their flatt'ry; And, while she speaks, Night steals upon the Day, Unmark'd of those that hear: Then she's so charming, Age buds at sight of her, and swells to youth: The holy Priests gaze on her when she smiles; And with heav'd hands forgetting gravity, They bless her wanton eyes: Even I who hate her, With a malignant joy behold such beauty; And, while I curse, desire it. Anthony Must needs have some remains of passion still, Which may ferment into a worse relapse, If now not fully cur'd. I know, this minute, With Cæsar he's endeavouring her peace.

Octav.You have prevail'd:—but for a farther purpose I'll prove how he will relish this discovery. What, make a Strumpet's peace! it swells my heart: It must not, sha' not be.

Ven.His Guards appear. Let me begin, and you shall second me.

Ant.Octavia, I was looking you, my love: What, are your Letters ready? I have giv'n My last Instructions.

Octav.Mine, my Lord, are written.

Ant.Ventidius!

Ven.My Lord?

Ant.A word in private. When