Dolla.Well,
He must be found. Exeunt Dol. and Cleop.
Octav.Most glorious impudence!
Ven.She look'd 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?
Octav.Let it die.
Ven.I pity Dollabella; but she's dangerous:
Her eyes have pow'r beyond Thessalian Charms
To draw the Moon from Heav'n; for Eloquence,
The Sea-green Syrens taught her voice their flatt'ry;
And, while she speaks, Night steals upon the Day,
Unmark'd 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 heav'd 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. Anthony
Must needs have some remains of passion still,
Which may ferment into a worse relapse,
If now not fully cur'd. I know, this minute,
With Cæsar he's endeavouring her peace.
Octav.You have prevail'd:—but for a farther 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, sha' not be.
Ven.His Guards appear.
Let me begin, and you shall second me.
Enter Antony.
Ant.Octavia, I was looking you, my love:
What, are your Letters ready? I have giv'n
My last Instructions.
Octav.Mine, my Lord, are written.
Ant.Ventidius! [Drawing him aside.
Ven.My Lord?
Ant.A word in private.
