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Ven.Him would I see; that man of all the world:
Just such a one we want.

Ant.He lov'd me too,
I was his Soul; he liv'd not but in me:
We were so clos'd within each others brests,
The rivets were not found that join'd us first.
That does not reach us yet: we were so mixt,
As meeting streams, both to our selves were lost;
We were one mass; we could not give or take,
But from the same; for he was I, I he.

Ven. aside.He moves as I would wish him.

Ant.After this,
I need not tell his name: 'twas Dollabella.

Ven.He's now in Cæsar's Camp.

Ant.No matter where,
Since he's no longer mine. He took unkindly
That I forbad him Cleopatra's sight;
Because I fear'd he lov'd her: he confest
He had a warmth, which, for my sake, he stifled;
For 'twere impossible that two, so one,
Should not have lov'd the same. When he departed,
He took no leave; and that confirm'd my thoughts.

Ven.It argues that he lov'd you more than her,
Else he had staid; but he perceiv'd you jealous,
And would not grieve his friend: I know he loves you.

Ant.I should have seen him then ere now.

Ven.Perhaps
He has thus long been lab'ring for your peace.

Ant.Would he were here.

Ven.Would you believe he lov'd you?
I read your answer in your eyes; you would.
Not to conceal it longer, he has sent
A Messenger from Cæsar's Camp, with Letters.

Ant.Let him appear.

Ven.I'll bring him instantly.Exit Ventidius, and
Re-enters immediately with Dollabella.

Ant.'Tis he himself, himself, by holy Friendship [Runs to embrace him.
Art thou return'd at last, my better half?
Come, give me all my self.

Let