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4 And then he grew familiar with her hand, Squeez'd it, and worry'd it with ravenous kisses; She blush'd, and sigh'd, and smil'd, and blush'd again; At last she took occasion to Talk softly, And brought her cheek up close, and lean'd on his: At which, he whisper'd kisses back on hers; And then she cry'd aloud, That constancy Should be rewarded.

Octav.This I saw and heard.

Ant.What Womam was it, whom you heard and saw So playful with my Friend! Not Cleopatra?

Ven.Ev'n she, my Lord!

Ant.My Cleopatra?

Ven.Your Cleopatra; Dollabella's Cleopatra? Every Man's Cleopatra.

Ant.Thou ly'st.

Ven.I do not lye, my Lord. Is this so strange? should Mistresses be left, And not provide against a time of change? You know she's not much us'd to lonely nights.

Ant.I'll think no more on't. I know 'tis false, and see the plot betwixt you. You needed not have gone this way, Octavia. What harms it you that Cleopatra's just? She's mine no more. I see; and I forgive: Urge it no farther, Love.

Octav.Are you concern'd That she's found false?

Ant.I should be, were it so; For, tho 'tis past, I would not that the World Should tax my former choice: That I lov'd one Of so light note; but I forgive you both.

Ven.What has my age deserv'd, that you should think I would abuse your ears with perjury? If Heav'n be true, she's false.

Ant.Tho Heav'n and Earth Should witness it, I'll not believe her tainted. Ven.