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When saw you Dollabella?

Ven.Now, my Lord,
He parted hence; and Cleopatra with him.

Ant.Speak softly. 'Twas by my command he went,
To bear my last farewel.

Ven. aloud.It look'd indeed
Like your farewel.

Ant.More softly.———My farewel?
What secret meaning have you in those words
Of my Farewel? He did it by my Order.

Ven. aloud.Then he obey'd your Order. I suppose
You bid him do it with all gentleness,
All kindness, and all———love.

Ant.How she mourn'd,
The poor forsaken Creature!

Ven.She took it as she ought; she bore your parting
As she did Cæsar's, as she would anothers,
Were a new Love to come.

Ant. aloud.Thou dost belye her;
Most basely, and maliciously belye her.

Ven.I thought not to displease you; I have done.

Octav. coming up.You seem disturb'd, my Lord.

Ant.A very trifle.
Retire, my Love.

Ven.It was indeed a trifle.
He sent ———.

Ant. angrily.No more. Look how thou disobey'st me;
Thy life shall answer it.

Octav.Then 'tis no trifle.

Ven. to Octav.'Tis less; a very nothing: you too saw it,
As well as I, and therefore 'tis no secret.

Ant.She saw it!

Ven.Yes: she saw young Dollabella———

Ant.Young Dollabella!

Ven.Young, I think him young,
And handsom too; and so do others think him.
But what of that? He went by your command,
Indeed 'tis probable, with some kind message;
For she receiv'd it graciously; she smil'd:

And