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I'll lay me down, and stray no farther on.

Ven.I cou'd be griev'd,
But that I'll not out-live you: choose your death;
For, I have seen him in such various shapes,
I care not which I take: I'm only troubled
The life I bear, is worn to such a rag,
'Tis scarce worth giving. I cou'd wish indeed
We threw it from us with a better grace;
That, like two Lyons taken in the Toils,
We might at least thrust out our paws, and wound
The Hunters that inclose us.

Ant.I have thought on't.
Ventidius, you must live.

Ven.I must not, Sir.

Ant.Wilt thou not live, to speak some good of me?
To stand by my fair Fame, and guard th' approaches
From the ill Tongues of Men?

Ven.Who shall guard mine,
For living after you?

Ant.Say, I command it.

Ven.If we die well, our deaths will speak themselves,
And need no living witness.

Ant.Thou hast lov'd me,
And fain I wou'd reward thee: I must die;
Kill me, and take the merit of my death
To make thee Friends with Cæsar.

Ven.Thank your kindness.
You said I lov'd you; and, in recompence,
You bid me turn a Traitor: did I think
You wou'd have us'd me thus? that I shou'd die
With a hard thought of you?

Ant.Forgive me, Roman.
Since I have heard of Cleopatra's death,
My reason bears no rule upon my tongue,
But lets my thoughts break all at random out:
I've thought better; do not deny me twice.

Ven.By Heav'n, I will not.
Let it not be t' out-live you.

Ant.Kill me first,

And