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SCENE XI.

Enter Cleopatra, Artuasdes, Charmian, Iras, &c.
Art.
The great gods keep him firm, and make him worthy
Of all your love and confidence!—But yet,
I doubt his nature much.

Cleo.
O, fear him not!
You have been deceived. You know him not, my brother!
O no.
My Antony's made up of love and truth,
Whatever woman's fondest wish would form him;
Pleasant as summer, constant as the sun,
And bounteous as the seasons.—How now, Mardian,
Saw you my lord?

Mard.

No, madam. But I met several of his
officers laden with matters, caught up in a hurry,
and bustling toward the bay.

Cleo.
How, Mardian, how!—
Where tends their haste?

Mard.

That too I did enquire; but they turn'd
upon me a look of contempt, and deign'd no
further answer.

Cleo.
What may this mean?