ACT I.
2. SCENE II. Alexandria. Another Room in CLEOPATRA'S palace.
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CHARMIAN.
Our worser thoughts heavens mend!--Alexas,--come, his fortune!
his fortune!--O, let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet
Isis, I beseech thee! And let her die too, and give him a worse!
and let worse follow worse, till the worst of all follow him
laughing to his grave, fiftyfold a cuckold! Good Isis, hear me
this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more weight; good
Isis, I beseech thee!
IRAS.
Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people! for, as it is
a heartbreaking to see a handsome man loose-wived, so it is a
deadly sorrow to behold a foul knave uncuckolded: therefore, dear
Isis, keep decorum, and fortune him accordingly!
CHARMIAN.
Amen.
ALEXAS.
Lo now, if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would
make themselves whores but they'd do't!
ENOBARBUS.
Hush! Here comes Antony.
CHARMIAN.
Not he; the queen.
[Enter CLEOPATRA.]
CLEOPATRA.
Saw you my lord?
ENOBARBUS.
No, lady.
CLEOPATRA.
Was he not here?
CHARMIAN.
No, madam.
CLEOPATRA.
He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the sudden
A Roman thought hath struck him.--Enobarbus,--
ENOBARBUS.
Madam?
CLEOPATRA.
Seek him, and bring him hither.--Where's Alexas?
ALEXAS.
Here, at your service.--My lord approaches.
CLEOPATRA.
We will not look upon him: go with us.
[Exeunt CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHAR., IRAS, ALEX., and
Soothsayer.]
[Enter ANTONY, with a MESSENGER and Attendants.]
MESSENGER.
Fulvia thy wife first came into the field.
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