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And then he grew familiar with her hand,
Squeez'd it, and worry'd it with ravenous kisses;
She blush'd, and sigh'd, and smil'd, and blush'd again;
At last she took occasion to Talk softly,
And brought her cheek up close, and lean'd on his:
At which, he whisper'd kisses back on hers;
And then she cry'd aloud, That constancy
Should be rewarded.

Octav.This I saw and heard.

Ant.What Womam was it, whom you heard and saw
So playful with my Friend!
Not Cleopatra?

Ven.Ev'n she, my Lord!

Ant.My Cleopatra?

Ven.Your Cleopatra;
Dollabella's Cleopatra?
Every Man's Cleopatra.

Ant.Thou ly'st.

Ven.I do not lye, my Lord.
Is this so strange? should Mistresses be left,
And not provide against a time of change?
You know she's not much us'd to lonely nights.

Ant.I'll think no more on't.
I know 'tis false, and see the plot betwixt you.
You needed not have gone this way, Octavia.
What harms it you that Cleopatra's just?
She's mine no more. I see; and I forgive:
Urge it no farther, Love.

Octav.Are you concern'd
That she's found false?

Ant.I should be, were it so;
For, tho 'tis past, I would not that the World
Should tax my former choice: That I lov'd one
Of so light note; but I forgive you both.

Ven.What has my age deserv'd, that you should think
I would abuse your ears with perjury?
If Heav'n be true, she's false.

Ant.Tho Heav'n and Earth
Should witness it, I'll not believe her tainted.

Ven.