?
What secret meaning have you in those words
Of--my farewell? He did it by my order.

_Vent._ Then he obeyed your order. I suppose [_Aloud._
You bid him do it with all gentleness,
All kindness, and all--love.

_Ant._ How she mourned,
The poor forsaken creature!

_Vent._ She took it as she ought; she bore your parting
As she did Caesar's, as she would another's,
Were a new love to come.

_Ant._ Thou dost belie her; [_Aloud._
Most basely, and maliciously belie her.

_Vent._ I thought not to displease you; I have done.

_Octav._ You seem disturbed, my lord. [_Coming up._

_Ant._ A very trifle.
Retire, my love.

_Vent._ It was indeed a trifle.
He sent--

_Ant._ No more. Look how thou disobeyest me; [_Angrily._
Thy life shall answer it.

_Octav._ Then 'tis no trifle.

_Vent._ [_To_ OCTAV.]
'Tis less; a very nothing: You too saw it,
As well as I, and therefore 'tis no secret.

_Ant._ She saw it!

_Vent._ Yes: She saw young Dolabella--

_Ant._ Young Dolabella!

_Vent._ Young, I think him young,
And handsome 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 received it graciously; she smiled;
And then he grew familiar with her hand,
Squeezed it, and worried it with ravenous kisses;
She blushed, and sighed, and smiled, and blushed again;
At last she took occasion to talk softly,
And brought her cheek up close, and leaned on his;
At which, he whispered kisses back on hers;
And then she cried aloud,--That constancy
Should be rewarded.

_Octav._ This I saw and heard.

_Ant._ What woman was it, whom you heard and saw
So playful with my friend!
Not Cleopatra?

_Vent._ Even she, my lord.

_Ant._ My Cleopatra?

_Vent._ Your Cleopatra;
Dolabella's Cleopatra;
Every man's Cleopatra[3].

_Ant._ Thou liest.

_Vent._ I do not lie, my lord.
Is this so strange? Should mistresses be left,
And not provide against a time of change?
You know she's not much used to lonely nights.

_Ant._ I'll think no more on't.
I know 'tis false, and see the plot betwixt you.--
You needed not have gone this way, Octavia.
What harms it you that Cleopatra's just?
She's mine no more. I see, and I forgive:
Urge it no farther, love.

_Octav._ Are you concerned,
That she's found false?

_Ant._ I should be, were it so;
For, though 'tis past, I would not that t