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Hast sold me to this novice, and my heart

Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;

For when I am reveng'd upon my charm,

I have done all. Bid them all fly; be gone.

O sun! thy uprise shall I see no more;

Fortune and Antony part here; even here

Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts

That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave

Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets

On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is bark'd,

That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am.

O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,

Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home,

Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,

Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,

Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss.

What, Eros! Eros!

Ah! thou spell. Avaunt!

Cleo. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love?

Ant. Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,

And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take thee,

And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians;

Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot

Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown

For poor'st diminutives, for dolts; and let

Patient Octavia plough thy visage up

With her prepared nails.

'Tis well thou'rt gone,

 29 charm: enchantress

34 spaniel'd: followed like a spaniel

40 crownet: coronet

41 right: true

50 diminutives: insignificant persons

