_Ant._ I am vanquished: take me, Octavia; take me, children; share me all. [_Embracing them._ I've been a thriftless debtor to your loves, And run out much, in riot, from your stock; But all shall be amended. _Octav._ O blest hour! _Dola._ O happy change! _Vent._ My joy stops at my tongue; But it has found two channels here for one, And bubbles out above. _Ant._ [_To_ OCTAV.] This is thy triumph; lead me where thou wilt; Even to thy brother's camp. _Octav._ All there are yours. _Enter_ ALEXAS _hastily._ _Alex._ The queen, my mistress, sir, and yours-- _Ant._ 'Tis past.--Octavia, you shall stay this night; To-morrow, Caesar and we are one. [_Ex. leading_ OCTAV. DOL. _and the Children follow._ _Vent._ There's news for you; run, my officious eunuch, Be sure to be the first; haste forward: Haste, my dear eunuch, haste. [_Exit._ _Alex._ This downright fighting fool, this thick-skulled hero, This blunt unthinking instrument of death, With plain dull virtue has out-gone my wit. Pleasure forsook my earliest infancy; The luxury of others robbed my cradle, And ravished thence the promise of a man Cast out from nature, disinherited Of what her meanest children claim by kind, Yet greatness kept me from contempt: that's gone: Had Cleopatra followed my advice, Then he had been betrayed, who now forsakes. She dies for love; but she has known its joys: Gods, is this just, that I, who know no joys, Must die, because she loves? _Enter_ CLEOPATRA, CHARMION, IRAS, _and Train._ Oh, madam, I have seen what blasts my eyes! Octavia's here. _Cleo._ Peace with that raven's note. I know it too; and now am in The pangs of death. _Alex._ You are no more a queen; Egypt is lost. _Cleo._ What tell'st thou me of Egypt? My life, my soul is lost! Octavia has him!-- O fatal name to Cleopatra's love! My kisses, my embraces now are hers; While I--But thou hast seen my rival; speak. Does she deserve this blessing? Is she fair? Bright as a goddess? and is all perfection Confined to her? It is. Poor I was made Of that coarse matter, which, when she was finished, The gods threw by for rubbish. _Alex._ She's indeed a very miracle. _Cleo._ Death to my hopes, a miracle! _Alex._ A miracle; [_Bowing._ I mean of goodness; for in beauty, madam, You make all wonders cease. _Cleo._ I was too rash: Take this in part of recompense. But, oh, [_Giving a ring._ I fear thou flatterest me. _Char._ She comes! she's here! _Iras._ Fly, madam, Caesar's sister! _Cleo._ Were she the sister of the thunderer Jove, And bore her brother's lightning in her eyes, Thus would I face my rival. _Meets_ OCTAVIA _with_ VENTIDIUS. OCTAVIA _bears up to her. Their Trains come up on either side._ _Octav._ I need not ask if you are Cleopatra; Your haughty carriage-- _Cleo._ Shows I am a queen: Nor need I ask you, who you are.