_Cel._ Have I yet left a beauty to catch fools?
Yet, yet, I see him not. O what a misery
Is love, expected long, deluded longer!

_Ant._ Conduct in the Embassadors.

_1 Ush._ Make room there.

_Ant._ They shall not wait long answer-- [_Flourish._

_Cle._ Yet he comes not.

_Enter_ 3 _Embassadors._

Why are eyes set on these, and multitudes
Follow to make these wonders? O good gods!
What would these look like if my love were here?
But I am fond, forgetful.

_Ant._ Now your grievance,
Speak short, and have as short dispatch.

_1 Emb._ Then thus, Sir:
In all our Royal Masters names, We tell you,
Ye have done injustice, broke the bonds of concord,
And from their equal shares, from _Alexander_
Parted, and so possess'd, not like a Brother,
But as an open Enemy, Ye have hedged in
Whole Provinces, man'd and maintain'd these injuries;