ll,
He must be found.
[Exeunt DOLABELLA and CLEOPATRA.]

OCTAVIA. Most glorious impudence!

VENTIDIUS. She looked, methought,
As she would say--Take your old man, Octavia;
Thank you, I'm better here.--
Well, but what use
Make we of this discovery?

OCTAVIA. Let it die.

VENTIDIUS. I pity Dolabella; but she's dangerous:
Her eyes have power beyond Thessalian charms,
To draw the moon from heaven; for eloquence,
The sea-green Syrens taught her voice their flattery;
And, while she speaks, night steals upon the day,
Unmarked of those that hear. Then she's so charming,
Age buds at sight of her, and swells to youth:
The holy priests gaze on her when she smiles;
And with heaved hands, forgetting gravity,
They bless her wanton eyes: Even I, who hate her,
With a malignant joy behold such beauty;
And, while I curse, desire it. Antony
Must needs have some remains of passion still,
Which may ferment into a worse relapse,
If now not fully cured. I know, this minute,
With Caesar he's endeavouring her peace.

OCTAVIA. You have prevailed:--But for a further purpose
[Walks off.]
I'll prove how he will relish this discovery.
What, make a strumpet's peace! it swells my heart:
It must not, shall not be.

VENTIDIUS. His guards appear.
Let me begin, and you shall second me.

Enter ANTONY

ANTONY. Octavia, I was looking you, my love:
What, are your letters ready? I have given
My last instructions.

OCTAVIA. Mine, my lord, are written.

ANTONY. Ventidius.
[Drawing him aside.]

VENTIDIUS. My lord?

ANTONY. A word in private.--
When saw you Dolabella?

VENTIDIUS. Now, my lord,
He parted hence; and Cleopatra with him.

ANTONY. Speak softly.--'Twas by my command he went,
To bear my last farewell.

VENTIDIUS. It looked indeed
[Aloud.]
Like your farewell.

ANTONY. More softly.--My farewell?
What secret meaning have you in those words
Of--My farewell? He did it by my order.

VENTIDIUS. Then he obeyed your order. I suppose
[Aloud.]
You bid him do it with all gentleness,
All kindness, and all--love.

ANTONY. How she mourned,
The poor forsaken creature!

VENTIDIUS. She took it as she ought; she bore your parting
As she did Caesar's, as she would another's,
Were a new love to come.

ANTONY. Thou dost belie her;
[Aloud.]
Most