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Go on; for I can bear it now.

Ven.No more.

Ant.Thou dar'st not trust my Passion; but thou may'st:
Thou only lov'st; the rest have flatter'd me.

Ven.Heav'n's blessing on your heart, for that kind word.
May I believe you love me? speak again.

Ant.Indeed I do. Speak this, and this, and this. [Hugging him.
Thy praises were unjust; but, I'll deserve 'em,
And yet mend all. Do with me what thou wilt;
Lead me to victory, thou know'st the way.

Ven.And, Will you leave this———

Ant.Pr'ythee do not curse her,
And I will leave her; though, Heav'n knows, I love
Beyond Life, Conquest, Empire; all, but Honor:
But I will leave her.

Ven.That's my Royal Master.
And, Shall we fight?

Ant.I warrant thee, old Soldier,
Thou shalt behold me once again in Iron,
And at the head of our old Troops, that beat
The Parthians, cry alloud, Come follow me.

Ven.O now I hear my Emperor! in that word
Octavius fell. Gods, let me see that day,
And if I have Ten years behind, take all;
I'll thank you for th' exchange.

Ant.Oh Cleopatra!

Ven.Again?

Ant.I've done: in that last sigh, she went.
Cæsar shall know what 'tis to force a Lover,
From all he holds most dear.

Ven.Methinks you breath
Another Soul: Your looks are more Divine;
You speak a Heroe, and you move a God.

Ant.O, thou hast fir'd me; my Soul's up in Arms,
And Mans each part about me: once again,
That noble eagerness of fight has seiz'd me;
That eagerness with which I darted upward
To Cassius's Camp: In vain the steepy Hill,
Oppos'd my way; in vain a War of Speares

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