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Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read

The garboils she awak'd; at the last, best,

See when and where she died.

Cleo. O most false love!

Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill

With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,

In Fulvia's death, how mine receiv'd shall be.

Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know

The purposes I bear, which are or cease

As you shall give the advice. By the fire

That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence

Thy soldier, servant, making peace or war

As thou affect'st.

Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come;

But let it be: I am quickly ill, and well;

So Antony loves.

Ant. My precious queen, forbear,

And give true evidence to his love which stands

An honourable trial.

Cleo. So Fulvia told me.

I prithee, turn aside and weep for her;

Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears

Belong to Egypt: good now, play one scene

Of excellent dissembling, and let it look

Like perfect honour.

Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more.

Cleo. You can do better yet, but this is meetly.

Ant. Now, by my sword,—

Cleo. And target. Still he mends;

But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian,

How this Herculean Roman does become

The carriage of his chafe.

 61 garboils: brawls

68, 69 By the fire slime; cf. n.

71 affect'st: art inclined

81 meetly: fairly good

82 target: shield

84, 85 How this Herculean chafe; cf. n.

