Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.Enter Demetrius and Philo. Philo. Nay, but this dotage of our GeneralsOre-flowes the measure: those his goodly eyesThat o're the Files and Musters of the Warre,Haue glow'd like plated Mars:Now bend, now turneThe Office and Deuotion of their viewVpon a Tawny Front. His Captaines heart,Which in the scuffles of great Fights hath burstThe Buckles on his brest, reneages all temper,And is become the Bellowes and the FanTo coole a Gypsies Lust.Flourish. Enter Anthony, Cleopatra, her Ladies, the Traine, withEunuchsfanning her.Looke where they come:Take but good note, and you shall see in him(The triple Pillar of the world) transform'dInto a Strumpets Foole. Behold and see Cleo. If it be Loue indeed, tell me how much Ant. There's beggery in the loue that can be reckon'd Cleo. Ile set a bourne how farre to be belou'd Ant. Then must thou needes finde out new Heauen,new Earth.Enter a Messenger. Mes. Newes (my good Lord) from Rome Ant. Grates me, the summe Cleo. Nay heare them Anthony.Fuluia perchance is angry: Or who knowes,If the scarse-bearded Caesar haue not sentHis powrefull Mandate to you. Do this, or this;Take in that Kingdome, and Infranchise that:Perform't, or else we damne thee Ant. How, my Loue? Cleo. Perchance? Nay, and most like:You must not stay heere longer, your dismissionIs come from Caesar, therefore heare it Anthony,Where's Fuluias Processe? (Caesars I would say) both?Call in the Messengers: As I am Egypts Queene,Thou blushest Anthony, and that blood of thineIs Caesars homager: else so thy cheeke payes shame,When shrill-tongu'd Fuluia scolds. The Messengers Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide ArchOf the raing'd Empire fall: Heere is my space,Kingdomes are clay: Our dungie earth alikeFeeds Beast as Man; the Noblenesse of lifeIs to do thus: when such a mutuall paire,And such a twaine can doo't, in which I bindeOne paine of punishment, the world to weeteWe stand vp Peerelesse