So eager was I still to see you more.
Vent. Tis all too true.
ALL FOR LOVE 4

Ant. Fulvia, my wife, grew jealous,
(As she indeed had reason) raised a war
In Italy, to call me back.
Vent. But yet
You went not

Ant. While within your arms I lay.
The world fell mouldering from my hands each hour.
And left me scarce a grasp — I thank your love f or't.
Vent, Well pushed : that last was home.
Cleo. Yet may I speak?

Ant. If I have urged a falsehood, yes ; else, not
Your silence says, I have not. Fulvia died,
(Pardon, you gods, with my unkindness died) ;
To set the world at peace, I took Octavia,
This Caesar's sister ; in her pride of youth.
And flower of beauty, did I wed that lady.
Whom blushing I must praise, because I left her.
You called ; my love obeyed the fatal summons :
This raised the Roman arms ; the cause was yours.
I would have fought by land, where I was stronger;
You hindered it: yet, when I fought at sea,
Forsook me fighting; and (O stain to honour I
O lasting shame !) I knew not that I fled;
But fled to follow you.
Vent. What haste she made to hoist her purple sails I
And, to appear magnificent in flight.
Drew half our strength away.
Ant. All this you caused.
And, would you multiply more ruins on me ?
This honest man, my best, my only friend.
Has gathered up the shipwreck of my fortunes ;
Twelve legions I have left, my last recruits.
And you have watched the news, and bring your eyes

To seize them too. If you have aught to answer,
Now speak, you have free leave.
