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66 With Antony, your well-appointed Fleet Row out; and thrice he wav'd his hand on high, And thrice with cheerful cries they shouted back: 'Twas then, false Fortune, like a fawning Strumpet, About to leave the Bankrupt Prodigal, With a dissembling smile would kiss at parting, And flatter to the last; the well-tim'd Oars Now dipt from every Bank, now smoothly run To meet the Foe; and soon indeed they met, But not as Foes. In few, we saw their Caps On either side thrown up; the Egyptian Gallies (Receiv'd like Friends) past through, and fell behind The Roman rear: and now, they all come forward, And ride within the Port.

Cleop.Enough, Serapion: I've heard my doom. This needed not, you Gods: When I lost Antony, your work was done; 'Tis but superfluous malice. Where's my Lord? How bears he this last blow?

Serap.His fury cannot be express'd by words: Thrice he attempted headlong to have faln Full on his foes, and aim'd at Cæsar's Galley: With-held, he raves on you; cries, He's betray'd Should he now find you.

Alex.Shun him, seek your safety, Till you can clear your innocence.

Cleop.I'll stay.

Alex.You must not, haste you to your Monument, While I make speed to Cæsar.

Cleop.Cæsar! No, I have no business with him.

Alex.I can work him. To spare your life, and let this madman perish.

Cleop.Base fawning Wretch! wouldst thou betray him too? Hence from my sight, I will not hear a Traytor; 'Twas thy design brought all this ruine on us; Serapion, thou art honest; counsel me: But haste, each moment's precious.

Serap.Retire; you must not yet see Antony. He