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When, after, I beheld you in Cilicia,
An Enemy to Rome, I pardon'd you.

Cleo.I clear'd my self———

Ant.Again you break your Promise.
I lov'd you still, and took your weak excuses,
Took you into my bosome, stain'd by Cæsar,
And not half mine: I went to Ægypt with you,
And hid me from the bus'ness of the World,
Shut out enquiring Nations from my sight,
To give whole years to you.

Ven.Yes, to your shame be't spoken. [aside.

Ant.How I lov'd
Witness ye Dayes and Nights, and all your hours,
That Danc'd away with Down upon your Feet,
As all your bus'ness were to count my passion.
One day past by, and nothing saw but Love;
Another came, and still 'twas only Love:
The Suns were weary'd out with looking on,
And I untyr'd with loving.
I saw you ev'ry day, and all the day;
And ev'ry day was still but as the first:
So eager was I still to see you more.

Ven.'Tis all too true.

Ant.Fulvia, my Wife, grew jealous,
As she indeed had reason; rais'd a War
In Italy to call me back.

Ven.But yet
You went not.

Ant.While within your arms I lay,
The World fell mouldring from my hands each hour,
And left me scarce a grasp (I thank your love for't.)

Ven.Well push'd: that last was home.

Cleop.Yet may I speak?

Ant.If I have urg'd a falshood, yes; else, not.
Your silence says I have not. Fulvia dy'd;
(Pardon, you gods, with my unkindness dy'd)
To set the World at Peace, I took Octavia,
This Cesar's Sister; in her pride of youth

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