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Cæsar will weep, the Crocodile will weep,
To see his Rival of the Universe
Lye still and peaceful there. I'll think no more on't.
Give me some Musick; look that it be sad:
I'll sooth my Melancholy, till I swell,
And burst my self with sighing——— [Soft Musick.
'Tis somewhat to my humor. Stay, I fancy
I'm now turn'd wild, a Commoner of Nature;
Of all forsaken, and forsaking all;
Live in a shady Forrest's Sylvan Scene,
Stretch'd at my length beneath some blasted Oke;
I lean my head upon the Mossy Bark,
And look just of a piece, as I grew from it:
My uncomb'd Locks, matted like Misleto,
Hang o're my hoary Face; a murm'ring Brook
Runs at my foot.

Ven.Methinks I fancy
My self there too.

Ant.The Herd come jumping by me,
And fearless, quench their thirst, while I look on,
And take me for their fellow-Citizen,
More of this Image, more; it lulls my thoughts. [Soft Musick again.

Ven.I must disturb him; I can hold no longer. [Stands before him.

Ant. starting up.Art thou Ventidius?

Ven.Are you Antony?
I'm liker what I was, than you to him
I left you last.

Ant.I'm angry.

Ven.So am I.

Ant.I would be private: leave me.

Ven.Sir, I love you,
And therefore will not leave you.

Ant.Will not leave me?
Where have you learnt that Answer? Who am I?

Ven.My Emperor; the Man I love next Heaven:
If I said more, I think 'twere scarce a Sin;
Y'are all that's good, and good-like.

Ant.