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Antony and Cleopatra, I. iv

Ant. I'll leave you, lady.

Cleo. Courteous lord, one word.

Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:

Sir, you and I have lov'd, but there's not it;

That you know well: something it is I would,—

O! my oblivion is a very Antony,

And I am all forgotten.

Ant. But that your royalty

Holds idleness your subject, I should take you

For idleness itself.

Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour

To bear such idleness so near the heart

As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me,

Since my becomings kill me when they do not

Eye well to you. Your honour calls you hence;

Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,

And all the gods go with you! Upon your sword

Sit laurel victory! and smooth success

Be strew'd before your feet!

Ant. Let us go. Come;

Our separation so abides and flies,

That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,

And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.

Away!

Cæs. You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,

It is not Cæsar's natural vice to hate

 90, 91 O! my oblivion forgotten; cf. n.

96 becomings: graces

97 Eye well: look well 