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Rh And reach my Veterans yet? 'Tis worth the tempting, T' o'er-leap this Gulph of Fate, And leave our wand'ring Destinies behind.

Ven.See, see, that Villain; See Cleopatra stampt upon that face, With all her cunning, all her arts of falshood! How she looks out through those dissembling eyes! How he has set his count'nance for deceit; And promises a lye, before he speaks! Let me dispatch him first.

Alex.O, spare me, spare me.

Ant.Hold; he's not worth your killing. On thy life, (Which thou mayst keep, because I scorn to take it) No syllable to justifie thy Queen; Save thy base tongue its office.

Alex.Sir, she's gone, Where she shall never be molested more By Love, or you.

Ant.Fled to her Dollabella! Die, Traitor, I revoke my Promise, die.

Alex.O hold, she is not fled.

Ant.She is: my eyes Are open to her falshood; my whole life Has been a golden dream, of Love and Friendship. But, now I wake, I'm like a Merchant, rows'd From soft repose, to see his Vessel sinking, And all his Wealth cast o'er. Ingrateful Woman! Who follow'd me, but as the Swallow Summer, Hatching her young ones in my kindly Beams, Singing her flatt'ries to my morning wake; But, now my Winter comes, she spread her wings, And seeks the Spring of Cæsar.

Alex.Think not so: Her Fortunes have, in all things, mixt with yours. Had she betray'd her Naval force to Rome, How easily might she have gone to Cæsar, Secure by such a bribe!

Ven.She sent it first, To