["The Tragedie of Othello.", "152", "Committed? Oh, thou publicke Commoner,\nI should make very Forges of my cheekes,\nThat would to Cynders burne up Modeltie,\nDid I but speake thy deedes. What committed?", "Did I but speake thy deedes. What committed?\nHeaven ftoppes the Nofe at it, and the Moone winks :", "The baudy winde that kiffes all it meetes,\nIs huff'd within the hollow Myne of Earth\nAnd will not hear't. What committed?", "Def. By Heaven you do me wrong.", "Othe. Are not you a Strumpet ?", "Def. No, as I am a Chriftian.", "If to preferve this vefell for my Lord,\nFrom any other foule unlawfull touch\nBe not to be a Strumpet, I am none.", "Def. By Heaven you do me wrong.", "Othe. Are not you a Strumpet ?", "Def. No, as I am a Chriftian.", "If to preferve this vefell for my Lord,\nFrom any other foule unlawfull touch", "Be not to be a Strumpet, I am none.", "Othe. What, not a Whore ?", "Def. No, as I shall be fav'd.", "Othe. Is't poffible ?", "Def. Oh Heaven forgive us.", "Othe. I cry you mercy then.", "I tooke you for that cunning Whore of Venice,\nThat married with Othello. You Miftris,", "Enter Œmilia.", "That have the office oppofite to Saint Peter,\nAnd keepes the gate of hell. You, you: I you.", "We have done our courfe: there's mony for your paines:\nI pray you turne the key and keepe our countenance.", "I pray you turne the key and keepe our countenance.\nÆmil. Alas, what do's this Gentleman conceive ?", "How do you Madam ? how do you my good Lady ?", "Def. Faith, half a fleepe.", "Æmil. Good Madam,", "What's the matter with my Lord ?", "Def. With whom?", "Æmil. Why, with my Lord, Madam ?", "Def. Who is thy Lord ?", "Æmil. He that is yours, fweet Lady.", "Def. I have none: do not talk to me, Æmilis,\nI cannot weep: nor anſweres have I none,\nBut what should go by water. Prythe to night,\nLay on my bed my wedding fheetes, remember,\nAnd call thy husband hither.", "Æmil. Heere's a change indeed.", "Exit.", "Def. 'Tis meete I should be us'd: do: very meete.", "How have I bin behav'd, that he might flicke", "The fmall'ft opinion on my leaſt miſſe ?", "Enter Iago, and Æmilia.", "Iago. What is your pleasure Madam ?", "How is it with you ?", "Def. I cannot tell: thofe that doe teach your Babes\nDoe it with gentle meanes, and eafe taskes.", "He might have chid me for: in good faith\nI am a Child to chiding.", "Iago. What is the matter Lady ?\nÆmil. Alas (Iago) my Lord hath ſo bewſhor'd her,\nThrowne (uch diſpight, and heavie termes upon her\nThat true hearts cannot beare it.", "Def. Am I that name, Iago ?", "Iago. What name (faire Lady)?", "Def. Such as he faid my Lord did ſay I was.", "Æmil. He call'd her whore: a Begger in his drinke:\nCould not have laid ſuch termes upon his Callet.", "Iago. Why did he ſo ?", "Def. I do not know: I am ſure I am none ſuch.", "Iago. Do not weep, do not weep: alas the day.", "Æmil. Hath he for ſooke ſo many Noble Matches?", "Her Father ? And her Country ? And her Friends ?", "To be call'd Whore? Would it not make one weepe ?", "Def. It is my wretched Fortune.", "Iago. Beſhrew him for't:", "How comes this Tricke upon him ?", "Def. Nay, Heaven doth know.", "Æmil. I will be hang'd, if fome eternall Villaine,\nSome bufie and infinuating Rogue,\nSome cogging, cozening Slave to get ſome Office,", "Has not divis'd this Slander: I will be hang'd elfe.", "Iago. Fie, there is no fuch man : it is impoffible.", "Def. If any fuch there be, Heaven pardon him.", "Æmil. A halter pardon him :\nAnd hell gnaw his bones.", "Why should he call her Whore?", "Who keepes her company ?", "What Place ? What Time?", "What Forme? What likleyhood ?", "The Moore's abus'd by ſome moſt villanous Knave,", "Some bafe notorious Knave, ſome ſcurvy Fellow.", "Oh heavens, that ſuch companions thou'd unfold,\nAnd put in every honest hand a whip", "To laſh the Raſcall naked through the world,", "Even from the Eaſt to th' Welt.", "Iago. Speake within doorrie.\nÆmil. Oh he upon them: ſome ſuch Squire he was", "That turn'd your wit, the feamy-fide without,", "And made you to ſuſpect me with the Moore.", "Iago. You are a Foole : go to.", "Def. Alas Iago.", "What ſhall I do to win my Lord againe ?", "Good Friend, go to him : for by this light of Heaven,\nI know not how I loft him. Heere I kneele:", "If ere my will did trefſaffe 'gainſt his Love,", "Either in diſcourte of thought, or actually deed,", "Or that mine Eyes, mine Eares, or any Sence", "Delighted them : or any other Forme.", "Or that I do not yet, and ever did,", "And ever will, (though he do ſhake me off", "To be betterly divorcement) Love him deerely,", "Comfort torfware me. Unkindneſſe may do much,", "And his unkindneſſe may defeat my life,", "But never taynt my Love. I cannot ſay Whore,", "It do's abhore me now I speake the word,", "To doe the Act, that might the addition earne,", "Not the worlds Maſſe of vanitie could make me.", "Iago. I pray you be content: 'tis but his humour :\nThe buſineſſe of the State do's him offence.", "Def. It 'twere no other.", "Iago. It is but so, I warrant,", "Heare how thele Inſtruments ſummon to ſupper :", "The Meſſenger of Venice flates the meat:", "Go in, and weep not: all things shall be well.", "Exeunt Defdemona and Æmilia.", "Enter Rodorigo.", "How now Rodorigo?", "Rod. I do not ſinde", "That thou deal't juſtly with me,", "Iago. What in the contrary ?", "Rodors. Every day thou doſts me with ſome device Iago\nand rather as it ſeemes to me now, keep't from me all\nconvenience, then SUPPliſt me with the leaſt advantage\nof hope: I will indeed no longer endure it. Nor am I yet\nperſwaded to put up in peace, what already I have foo-\nſtily ſuſſed.", "Iago. Will you heare me Rodorigo ?", "Rodors. I.", "Redo. I have a", "Performances an", "Redo. You cha", "Redo. With n\nout of my mean\n delivering Defe\ntarit. You hav\nr'mt me expe\nand acquaintanc", {"bbox": [1120, 322, 1256,

the Moore of Venice.

Redo. I have heard too much: and your words and performances are no kin together.

Iago. You charge me moft unjustly.

Redo. With naught but truth: I have wafted my selfe out of my meanes. The lewels you have had from me to deliver *Defdemona*, would haſe have corrupted a Votarit. You have told me she hath receiv'd them, and return'd me expectations and comforts of sodaine respect, and acquaintance, but I finde none.

Iago. Well, goe to: very well.

Red. Very well, goe to: I cannot goe to, (man) nor tis not very well. Nay I thinke it is ſcurvy: and begin to find my ſelfe fopt in it.

Iago. Very well.

Redo. I tell you, tis not very well: I will make my ſelfe knowne to *Defdemona*. If she will returne me my lewels, I will give over my Suit, and repent my unlawfulolicitation. If not, aſſure your ſelfe, I will feeke ſatistaction of you.

Iago. You have faid now.

Red. I, and faid nothing but what I proteſt intendment of doing.

Iago. Why, now I fee there's mettle in thee: and even from thisinſtant doe build on thee a better opinion then ever before: give me thy hand *Redorigo*. Thou haſt taken againſt me a moſt juſt exception: but yet I proteſt I have deſt moſt directly in thy Aſſaire.

Red. It hath not appear'd.

Iago. I grant indeed it hath not appear'd: and your ſuſpition is not without wit and judgement. But *Redorigo*, if thou haſt that in thee indeed, which I have greater reaſon to believee now then ever (I meane purpofe, Couarge, and Valour) this night ſhew it. If thou the next night following enjoy not *Defdemona*, take me from this world with Treachery, and devife Engines for my life.

Red. Well: what is it? Is it within reaſon and comſ passage?

Iago. Sir, there is ſpeciall Commiffion: come from Venice to depute *Caffio* in *Othello's* place.

Red. Is that true? Why then *Othello* and *Defdemona* returne againe to Venice.

Iago. Oh no: he goes into Mauritania and taketh away with him the ſaire *Defdemona*, unleſſe his abode be lingred here by ſome accident. Wherein none can be ſo determinate, as the removing of *Caffio*.

Red. How does you meane removing him?

Iago. Why, by making him uncapable of *Othello's* place: knocking out his brains.

Red. And that you would have me to doe.

Iago. I: if you dare doe your ſelfe a profit, and a right. He tups to night with a Harlotry: and thither will I goe to him. He knowes not yet of his honorable fortune, if you will watch his going thence (which I will fashion to fall out betweene twelve and one) you may take him at your pleasure. I will be neere to ſecond your Attempt, and he ſhall fall betwene us. Come, ſtand not amaz'd at it, but goe along with me: I will ſhow you ſuch a neceſſity in his death, that you ſhall thinke your ſelfe bound to put it on him. It is now high ſupper time: and the night growes to waſt. About it.

Red. I will heare further reaſon for this.

Iago. And you shall be ſatistſid.

Exeunt.

## Scena Tertia.

Enter Othello, Ledovico, *Defdemona*, *Emilia*, and Attendants.

Led. I doe beſeech you Sir, trouble your ſelfe no further

Oth. Oh pardon me: twill doe me good to walke.

Led. Madam, good night: I humbly thanke your Lady-

Def. Your honor is moſt welcome. (ship)

Oth. Will you walke Sir? Oh *Defdemona*.

Def. My Lord.

Oth. Get you to bed on this instant, I will be return'd forth with: diſmiffle your Attendant there: look't bee done.

Exit.

Def. I will my Lord.

Emilia. How goes it now? he looks gentler then he did.

Def. He fayes he will returne incontinent,

And hath commanded me to goe to bed,

And bid me to diſmiffle you.

Emil. Diſmiffle me?

Def. It was his bidding: therefore good *Emilia*, Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu,

We muſt not now diſpleafe him.

Emil. I would you had never ſeene him.

Def. So would not I: my love doth ſo approve him, That even his ftubbomeſſe, his cheeks, his ſrownes, (Prethee un-pin me) have grace ond favour.

Emil. I have laid theſe Sheetes you bad me on the bed.

Def. All's one: good Father, how foolish is our minds? If I doe dye before thee, prethee ſhroud me

In one of theſe ſame Sheetes.

Emil. Come, come: you talke.

Def. My Mother had a Maid call'd *Barbara*.

She was in love: and he ſhe lov'd prov'd mad,

And did forſake her. She had a ſong of *Willough*,

An old thing twas: but it exprefs'd her Fortune.

And he'dy'd ſinging it. That ſong to night,

Will not goe from my mind: I have much to doe,

But to goe hang my head all at one ſide

And ſing it like poore *Barbara*: prethee diſpatch,

Emil. Shall I goe fetch your Night-gowne?

Def. No, un-pin me here,

This *Ledovice* is a proper man.

Emil. A very handsome man.

Def. He ſpeakes well.

Emil. I know a Lady in Venice would have walk'd barefoot to Palætine for a touch of his neither lip.

Def. The poore Soule ſat ſinging by a Sicamour tree.

Sing all a Greene *Willough*:

Her handon her boſome her bead on her knee,

Sing *Willough*, *Willough*, *Willough*.

The fresh Streames ran by her, and murmur'd her moanes

Sing *Willough*, &c.

Her ſalt teares fell from her, and ſofined the ſtones,

Sing *Willough*, &c. (Lady by the ſe)"

*Willough*, *Willough*. (Prethee high thee, hele come anon)

Sing all a Greene *Willough* maſt be my *Garland*.

Let no body blame him his corne I approve.

(Nay that's not next. Hearke, who isn't that knocke?)

Emil. It's the wind.

Def. I called my Love ſalſe Love: but what ſaid he then?

Sing *Willough*, &c.

If I court mo women, you le couch with mo men.

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["The Tragedy of Othello", "354", "So get thee gone, good night: mine eyes doe itch:\nDoth that boade weeping ?", "Æmil. Tis neither heere, nor there.", "Def. I have heard it said so, O these Men, these men !\nDoft thou in confcience thinke (tell me Æmilu)", "That there be women doe abufe their husbands\nIn such groffe kind ?", "Æmil. There be fome such, no question.", "Def. Wouldft thou doe such a deed for all the world :\nÆmil. Why, would not you ?", "Def. No, by this heavenly light.", "Æmil. Nor I neither, by this heavenly light.", "I might doe't as well ith'darke.", "Def. Wouldft thou doe such a deed for all the world ?", "Æmil. The worlds a huge thing :", "It is a great price, for a ſmall vice.", "Def. Introth I thinke thou world 't not.", "Æmil. Introth I thinke I should, and undoo't when\nI had done. Marry, I would not doe such a thing for\na joyn't Ring, nor for meaſures of Lawne, nor for Gownes,\nPetticoats, nor Caps, nor any petty exhibition. But for\nall the whole world: why, who would not make her hus-\nband a Cuckold, to make him a Monarch ? I should ven-\nture Purgatory for't.", "Def. Befhrew me, if I would doe such a wrong\nFor the whole world.", "Æmil. Why, the wrong, is but a wrong ith'world;\nand having the world for your labour, tis a wrong in\nyour owne world, and you might quickly make it right.", "Def. I do not thinke there is any ſuch woman.", "Æmil. Yes, a dozen : and as many toth'vantage, as\nwould flore the world they plaid for.", "But I doe thinke it is their husbands faults", "If Wives doe fall : (Say, that they flacke their duties,\nAnd powre our Treasures into forraigne laps ;", "Or elfe breake out in peevish Ilealousies.", "Throwing restraint upon us : Or say they strike us,", "Or fca't our former having in deſpight ?", "Why we have galles : and though we have ſome Grace,\nYet have we ſome Revenge. Let husbands know,", "Their wives have ſenſe like them : They fee, and ſmell,\nAnd have their Palats both for sweet, and fowre,", "As husbands have. What is it that they doe\nW hen they change us for others ? Is it Sport ?", "I thinke it is : and doth Affection breed it ?", "I thinke it doth. Ist frailty that thus erres ?", "It is ſo too. And have not we affections ?", "Deſires for Sport ? and frailty, as men have ?", "Then let them uſe us well : elfe let them know,\nThe illes we doe, their illes inſtruct us to.", "Def. Good night, good night :", "Heaven me ſuch uſes ſend,", "Not to picke bad, from bad ; but by bad, mend. Exeunt.", "Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima.", "Enter Iago, and Rodorigo.", "Iago. Heere, ſtand behind this Barke,\nStraight will he come :", "Weare thy good Rapier bare, and put it home :", "Quicke, quicke, feare nothing ; Ile be at thy Elbow,\nIt makes us, or it marres us, thinke on that,", "And ſixe moſt firme thy Refolution;", "Rod. Be neere at hand, I may miſ carry in't.", "Iago. Heere, at thy hand : Behold, and take thy ſtand.", "Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed.", "And yet he hath given me satisfying Reafons :\nTis but a man gone. Forth my Sword : he dyes.", "Iago. I have rub'd this yong Quat almost to the ſenſe,\nAnd he growes angry. Now, whether he kill Caffio,\nOr Caffio him, or each doe kill the other,", "Every way makes my gaine. Live Rodorigo,\nHe calles me to a reſtitution large.", "Of gold, and lewels, that I bob'd from him,\nAs gifts to Deſdemona.", "It muſt not be : if Caffio doe remaine,", "He hath a dayly beauty in his life,", "That makes me ugly : and befides, the Moore", "May unfold me to him : there ſtand I in much perill :\nNo, he muſt dye. But ſo, I heare him comming.", "Enter Caffio.", "Rod. I know his gate, tis he : Villaine thou dyſe.", "Caff. That thraut had beene mine enemy indeed,\nBut that my Coate is better then thou knowſt ;\nI will make proofe of thine.", "Rod. Oh, I am flaine.", "Caff. I am maym'd for ever :", "Helpe hoa : Murther, murther.", "Enter Othello.", "Oth. The voyce of Caffio, Iago keepes his word.", "Rod. O Villaine that I am.", "Oth. It is even so.", "Caff. Oh helpe hoa : Light, a Surgeon.", "Oth. Tis he : O brave Iago, honest, and juſt,\nThat haſt ſuch Noble ſenſe of thy friends wrong,\nThou teacheſt me. Minion, ioyour deere lyes dead,\nAnd your unbleſt Fate highes : Strumper I come:\nFor off my heart, that ſhameſt thine Eyes, are blotted.\nThy Bed luſt-ſtain'd, shall with Luſts blood be ſpotted.", "Exit Othello.", "Enter Lodovico and Gratiano.", "Caff. What hoa ? no Watch ? No paſſage ?", "Murther, Murther.", "Caff. Tis ſome miſchance, the voyce is very direfull,", "Caff. Oh helpe.", "Lodo. Hearke.", "Rod. Oh wretched Villaine.", "Lod. Two or three groane. Tis heavy night ;\nThefe may be counterfets : Lets thinkt unsafe", "To come into the cry, without more helpe.", "Rod. Nobody come : then ſhall I bleed to death.", "Enter Iago.", "Lod. Hearke.", "Gra. Heres one comes in his ſhirt, with Light, and\nWeapons.", "Iago. Whos there ?", "Whofe noyſe is this that cryes out murther ?", "Lodo. We doe not know.", "Iago. Doe not you heare a cry ?", "Caff. Heere, heere : for heaven ſake helpe me.", "Iago. What's the matter ?", "Gra. This is Othello's Ancient, as I take it.", "Lodo. The fame indeed, a very valiant Fellow.", "Iago. What are you heere, that cry ſo greevouſly ?", "Caff. Iago ? Oh I am ſpoyl'd, undone by Villaines :\nGive me ſome helpe.", "Iago. O me, Lieutenant !", "What Villaines have done this ?", "Caff. I thinke that one of them is heere about,", "And", "And cannot mal\nIago. Oh tre", "What are you the\nRod. O help", "Caff. That's\nIago. Oh mu", "Rod. O dam\nIago. Kill me", "Caff. How\nIago. O dam", "Rod. O dam\nIago. Where be thefe\nHow ſilent is the\nWhat may you", "Lod. As you", "Iago. Signior\nLod. He Sir.", "Iago. I cry y", "Caff. Caffio ?", "Iago. How is\nCaff. My Leg", "Iago. Marry ho\nLight Gentlemen", "Bian. What is\nIago. Who ist", "Caff. I cry y", "Iago. How is\nCaff. My Leg", {"bbox": [1127, 443, 1256, 464],

["the Moore of Venice.", "And cannot make away.", "Iago. Oh treacherous Villaines :", "What are you there? Come in, and give some helpes.", "Red. O helpe me there.", "Caffi. Thats one of them.", "Iago. Oh murd'rous Slave! O Villaine!", "Red. O damn'd Iago ! O inhumane Dogge !", "Iago. Kill men ith' darke ?", "Where be these bloody Theeves ?", "How filent is this Towne ? Hoa, murther, murther.", "What may you be ? Are you of good, or evil ?", "Lod. As you shall prove us, praeife us.", "Iago. Signior Lodovico.", "Lod. He Sir.", "Iago. I cry you mercy : heres Caffio hurt by Villaines :", "Gra. Caffio?", "Iago. How ist brother ?", "Caffi. My Legge is cut in two.", "Iago. Marry heaven forbid :", "Light Gentlemen, ile bind it with my shirt.", "Enter Bianca.", "Bian. What is the matter hoa ? Who ist that cryd ?", "Iago. Who ist that cry'd ?", "Bian. Oh my deere Caffio,", "My sweet Caffio : Oh Caffio, Caffio, Caffio.", "Iago. O notable Strumpet. Caffio, may you fufpect", "Who they should be, that have thus mangled you ?", "Caffi. No.", "Gra. I am forry to find you thus ;", "I have beene to feeke you.", "Iago. Lend me a Garter. So : — Oh for a Chaire", "To beare him caufely hence.", "Bian. Alas he faintes. Oh Caffio, Caffio, Caffio.", "Iago. Gentlemen all, I doe fufpect this Trafh", "To be a party in this jurie.", "Patience a while, good Caffio. Come, come ;", "Lend me a Light : know we this face, or no ?", "Alas my friend, and my deere Countryman", "Roderigo? No: Yes fure: Yea, tis Roderigo.", "Gra. What, of Venice ?", "Iago. Even he Sir : Did you know him ?", "Gra. Know him ? I.", "Iago. Signior Gratiano ? I cry your gentle pardon :", "These bloody accidents muft excufe my Manners,", "That fo neglected you.", "Gra. I am glad to fee you.", "Iago. How does your Caffio ? Oh, a Chaire, a Chaire.", "Gra. Roderigo?", "Iago. He, he, tis he :", "Oh thats well faid, the Chaire.", "Some good man beare him carefully from hence,", "He fetch the Generalls Surgeon. For you Miftris,", "Save you your labour. He that lyes flaine heere (Caffio)", "Was my deere friend. What malice was betweene you?", "Caffi. None in the world : nor doe I know the man ?", "Iago. What looke you pale? Oh beare him out oth' Ayre.", "Stay you good Gentlemen. Looke you pale, Miftris?", "Doe you perceive the gaſtineſſe of her eye ?", "Nay, if you flare, we shall heare more anon.", "Behold her well : I pray you looke upon her :", "Doe you fee Gentlemen? Nay, guiltineſſe will ſpeake", "Though tongues were out of life.", "Aemil. Alas, what is the matter ?", "What is the matter, husband ?", "Iago. Caffio hath heere bin fet on in the darke", "By Roderigo, and Fellowes that are ſcap'd :", "Hes almoſt ſaine, and Roderigo quite dead.", "Aemil. Alas good Gentleman : alas good Caffio.", "Iago. This is the fruits of whoring. Prethee Aemilia,\nGoe know of Caffio where he fupt to night.", "What doe you ſhake at that ?", "Bian. He fupt at my houſe, but I therefore ſhake not.", "Iago. O did he ſo ? I charge you goe with me.", "Aemil. Oh ſie upon thee Strumpet.", "Bian. I am no Strumpet, but of life as honest,", "As you that thus abufe me.", "Aemil. As I ? Fye upon thee.", "Iago. Kind Gentlemen :", "Lets goe fee poore Caffio dreaſt.", "Come Miftris, you muſt tels another Tale.", "Aemilia, run you to the Citadell,", "And tell my Lord and Lady, what hath happ'd :", "Will you goe on afore ? This is the night", "That either makes me, or foredoes me quite.", "Exeunt.", "## Scena Secunda.", "Enter Othello, and Desdemona in her bed.", "Orb. It is the Caufe, it is the Caufe (my foule)", "Let me not name it to you, you chaſte Starres,", "It is the Caufe. Yet Ile not ſhed her blood,", "Nor fear that whiter skin of hers, then Snow,", "And smoothas Monumentall Alablaſter :", "Yet the muſt dye, eſſe ſhe'l betray more men :", "Put out the Light, and theu put out the Light :", "If I quench thee, thou ſlaming Minifter,", "I can againe thy former light reſtore,", "Should I repent me. But once put out thy Light,", "Thou cunningſt Patterne of excelling Nature,", "I know not where is that Promethean heate", "That can thy Light re-Lume.", "When I have pluck'd thy Rofe,", "I cannot give it vitall growth againe,", "It needes muſt wither. He ſmell thee on the Tree :", "Oh Balmy breath, that doſt almoſt perfuſade", "Iuſtice to breake her Sword. One more, one more ;", "Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,", "And love thee after. One more, and that's the laſt.", "So weeſt, was ne're ſo farall. I muſt weepe,", "But they are cruell Teares : This forrowes heavenly,", "It ſtrikes, where it doth love. She wakes.", "Def. Who's there? Othello?", "Oth. I Desdemona.", "Def. Will you come to bed, my Lord?", "Oth. Have you pray'd to night, Desdemon ?", "Def. I my Lord.", "Oth. If you bethinke your ſelſe of any Crime", "Vnreconcil'd as yet to heaven, and Grace,", "Solicite for it ſtraight.", "Def. Alacke, my Lord,", "What may you meane by that ?", "Oth. Well, doe it, and be briefe, I will walee by :", "I would not kill

["356", "The Tragedy of Othello", "Oth. Amen, with all my heart.", "Def. If you say so, I hope you will not kill me.", "Oth. Humb.", "Def. And yet I feare you : for you're fatall then", "W hen your eyes rowle fo.", "W hy I should feare, I know not,", "Since guiltineffe I know not : But yet I feele I feare,", "Oth. Thinke on thy finnes,", "Def. They are love I beare to you.", "Oth. I, and for that thou dy'ft.", "Def. That deaths unaturall, that kils for loving,", "Alas, why gnaw you fo your nether-lip ?", "Some bloody passion shakes your very frame :", "Thefe are portents : but yet I hope, I hop'e,", "They doe not point on me.", "Oth. Peace, and be still.", "Def. I will fo : What's the matter ?", "Oth. That Handkerchiefe", "Which I fo lov'd, and gave thee, thou gau'ft to Caffio.", "Def. No by my life, and foule : fend for the man,", "And aske him.", "Oth. Sweet foule, take heed, take heed of Perjury,", "Thou art on thy death-bed.", "Def. I, but not yet to dye.", "Oth. Prefently.", "Therefore confesse thee freely of thy finne :", "Fer to deny each Article with Oath,", "Cannot remove, nor choake the ftrong Conception", "That I doe groane withall. Thou art to dye.", "Def. Oh heaven have mercy on me.", "Oth. I fay, Amen.", "Def. And have you mercy too. I never did", "Offend you in my life: never lov'd Caffio,", "But with fuch generall warranty of heaven,", "As I might love. I never gave him Token.", "Oth. By heaven I faw my Handkerchiefe ins hand.", "O periur'd woman, thou doft ſtone my heart,", "And makeſt me call, what I intend to doe", "A Murther, which I thought a Sacrifice.", "I faw the Handkerchife.", "Def. He found it then :", "I never gave it him : Send for him hither :", "Let him confefſe a truth.", "Oth. He hath confect:", "Def. What my Lord ?", "Oth. That he hath vs'd thee.", "Def. How ? unlawfully ?", "Oth. I.", "Def. He will not ſay fo.", "Oth. No : his mouth is flopp'd :", "Honeſt Iago hath tane order for't.", "Def. Oh, my ſeare interprets. What is he dead ?", "Oth. Had all his haires bin lives, my great Revenge", "Had ſtomacke for them all.", "Def. Alas, he is betray'd, and I undone.", "Oth. Out Strumpet: weep'ft thou for him to my face ?", "Def. O banifh me, my Lord, but kill me not.", "Oth. Downe Strumpet.", "Def. Kill me to morrow, let me live to night.", "Oth. Nay, if you ſtrive.", "Def. But halſe an houre.", "Oth. Being done, there is no pawſe.", "Def. But while I ſay one prayer.", "Oth. It is too late,", "Smotheres her.", "", "Aemil. My Lord, my Lord ? What hea ?", "My Lord, my Lord.", "Oth. What noife is this ? Not dead ? not yet quite dead", "I that am cruell, am yet mercifull,", "I would not have thee linger in thy paine ?", "So, fo.", "Aemil. within. What hea ? my Lord, my Lord ?", "Oth. W hos there ?", "Aemil. Oh good my Lord, I would ſpeake a word with you.", "Oth. Yes: tis Aemilia: by and by. Shes dead.", "Tis like ſhe comes to ſpeake of Caffioes death :", "The noife was high. Hah, no more mooving ?", "Still as the Grave. Shall ſhe come in ? Wert good ?", "I thinke ſhe flirres againe. No, w hat's beſt to doe ?", "If ſhe come in, ſhe ſure ſpeake to my wife :", "My wife, my wife : what wife ? I have no wife.", "Oh infupportable ! Oh heavy houre !", "Me thinkes, it ſhould be now a huge Eclipse", "Of Sunne, and Moone : and that th'affrighted Globe", "Did yawne at Alteration.", "Aemil. I doe beſeech you", "That I may ſpeake with you. Oh good my Lord.", "Oth. I had forgot thee : oh come in Aemilia.", "Soft, by and by, let me the Curtaines draw.", "Where art thou ? What's the matter with thee now?", "Enter Aemilia.", "Aemil. Oh my good Lord, yonders foule Murthers done.", "Oth. What ? now?", "Aemil. But now, my Lord,", "Oth. It is the very error of the Moone,", "She comes more neerer Earth then ſhe was wont,", "Aemil. Caffio, my Lord, hath killd", "A young Venetian, cald Roderigo.", "Oth. Roderigo kill ? and Caffio kill ?", "Aemil. No, Caffio is not killd.", "Oth. Not Caffio killd ? Then Murthers out of tune,", "And fweet Revenge growes harſh.", "Def. O faſtely, faſtely murder'd.", "Aemil. Alas ! what cry is that ?", "Oth. That ? What ?", "Aemil. Out, and alas, that was my Ladies voyce,\nHelpe, helpe hoa, helpe, Oh Ladie ſpeake againe,\nSweet Deſdemona, oh ſweet Miftris, ſpeake.", "Def. A guiltleſſe death I dye.", "Aemil. Oh who hath done this deed ?", "Def. No body : I my ſelfe, farewell :", "Commend me to my kind Lord : oh farewell.", "Oth. Why how should ſhe be murdred ?", "Aemil. Alas : who knowes ?", "Oth. You heare her ſay her ſelfe, it was not I.", "Aemil. She ſaid fo : I muſt needs report the truth.", "Oth. ſhes like a Lyar gone to burning hel,", "Twas I that killd her.", "Aemil. Oh the more Angell ſhe, and you the blacker", {"bbox": [

the Moore of Venice.

357

Æmil. My husband ?

Oth. Thy husband.

Æmil. That she was false to Wedlocke ;

Oth. I, with Caffio : had she bin true,

If heaven would make me fuch another world,
Of one entyre and perfect Chrysolite,
Ild not have fold her for it.

Æmil. My husband ?

Oth. I, twas he that told me on her firft,
An honest man he is, and hates the flime
That flickes on filthy deeds.

Æmil. My husband ?

Oth. What needs this iterance, Woman ?

I fay, thy husband.

Æmil. Oh Miftris,

Vilany hath made mockes with love :

My husband fay she was falfe ?

Oth. He, woman ;

I fay thy husband : Doft underſtand the word ?

My friend, thy husband ; honest, honest Iago.

Æmil. If he fay so, may his pernicious Soule

Not half a graine a day : he lyes to th' heart,
She was too fond of her moſt filthy Bargaine.

Oth. Hah ?

Æmil. Do thy worſt :

This deede of thine is no more worthy heaven,
Then thou wauft worthy her.

Oth. Peace, you were beſt.

Æmil. Thou haſt not half that power to doe me

As I have to be hart. Oh gull, oh dolt, (harme
Aſignorant as duſt : thou haſt done a deed
(I care not for thy Sword) He make thee knowne,
Though I loft twenty lives, Helpe, helpe, hoa, helpe :
The Moore hath kill'd my Miftris. Murther,murther.

Euter Montano, Gratiano, and Iago.

Man. What is the matter ? How now generall ?

Æmil. Oh, are you come, Iago : you have done well,
That men muſt lay their Muthers on your necke.

Gra. What is the matter ?

Æmil. Difprove this Villaine, if thou beſt a man,
He fayes, thou toldſt him that his wife was falſe :
I know thou didt not : thou'rt not ſuch a Villaine.
Speake, for my heart is full.

Iago. I told him what I thought,

And told no more

Then what he found himſelfe was apt, and true.

Æmil. But did you ever tell him,

She was falſe ?

Iago. I did.

Æmil. You told a Lye, an odious damned Lye :

Upon my ſoule, a Lye ; a wicked Lye.

Shee falſe with Caffio ?

Did you fay with Caffio ?

Iago. With Caffio, Miftris,

Goe to, charme your tongue.

Æmil. I will not charme my Tongue ;

I am bound to ſpeak,

My Miftris heere lyes furthered in her bed.

All. Oh heavens, forefend.

Æmil. And your reports have ſet the Murder on.

Oth. Nay ſtare not Maſters,

It is true indeed.

Gra. Tis a ſtrange Truth.

Mont. O monſtrous Act.

Æmil. Villany, villany, villany :

I thinke upon, I thinke: I ſme't : O Villany :

I thought ſo then : Ile kill my ſelfe for grieſe,
O villany I villany !

Iago. What, are you mad ?

I charge you get you home.

Æmil. Good Gentlemen, let me have leave to ſpeak :

Tis proper I obey him ; but not now :
Perchance Iago, I will nere goe home.

Oth. Oh, oh, oh.

Æmil. Nay, lay thee downe and roare :
For thou haſt kill the tweeteit innocent,
That ere did lift up eye.

Oth. Oh ſhe was fowle !

I ſcarle did know you Vnkle, there lies your Neece,
Whofe breath (indeed) theſe hands have newly ſtopp'd :
I know this acte ſnowes horrible and grim.

Gra. Poore D ef demon :

I am glad thy father's dead,

Thy Match was mortall to him ; and pure grieſe

Shore his old ſthred in twaine. Did he live now,

This fight would make him doe a deſperate turne :

Yea, curſe his better Angeli from his ſide,

And fall to Reprobance.

Oth. Tis pittifull; but yet Iago knowes,
That ſhe with Caffio hath the act of ſhame
A thousand times committed. Caffio conſeft it,
And the did gratiſe his amorous workes.

With that Recognizance and pledge of Love
Which I firſt gave her : I ſaw it in his band :

It was a Handkerchiefe, an Antique Token

My father gave my Mother.

Æmil. Oh heaven ! oh heavenly Powers !

Iago. Come, hold your peace.

Æmil. Twill out, twill out. I peace ?

No, I will ſpeak as liberall astlic North,

Let heaven, and Men, and divels, let them all,

All, all, cry ſhame againſt me, yet He ſpeake.

Iago. Be wife and get you home.

Æmil. I will not.

Gra. Fye, your Sword upon a Woman.

Æmil. Oh thou dull Moore,

That Handkerchiefe thou ſpeak'st of

I found by Fortune, and did give my husband :

For often, with a ſolemne earneſt ſneſſe,

(More then indeed belong'd to such a Trifle)

He begg'd of me, to ſteale't.

Iago. Villanous Whore.

Æmil. She give it Caffio ? No, alas I found it,

And I did giv't my husband.

Iago. Filth, thou lyeſt.

Æmil. By heaven I doe nor, I doe not Gentlemen :

Oh murd'rous Coxcombe, what should fuch a foole

Doe with ſo good a wife ?

Oth. Are there no ſtones in heaven ;

But what ſerves for the Thunder ?

Precious Villaine.

Gra. The woman falles :

Sure he hath kill his Wife,

Æmil. I, I; oh lay me by my Miftris ſide.

Gra. Hes gone, but his wifes kill'd.

Mont. Tis a notorious Villaine: take you this weapon

Which I have recover'd from the Moore :

Come guard the doore without, let him not paffe,

But kill him rather. Ile after that fame villaine,

For tis a damned Slave.

Exis.

Oth.

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Oth. I am not valiant neither :
But every Puny whipper gets my Sword:
But why should honor out-live honeily ?
Let it goe all.
Emil. What did thy Song boad Lady ?
Hearke, canſt thou heare me ? I will play the Swan,
And dye in Muficke : Willough, Willough, Willough.
Moore, he was chaſte : She lov'd thee, cruell Moore :
So come my foule to bliſſe, as I ſpeake true :
So ſpeaking as I thinke, alas, I dye.
Oth. I have another weapon in this Chamber,
It was a Sword of Spaine, the Ice brooke's temper :
Oh heere it is : Vnkle I muſt come forth.
Gra. If thou attempt it, it will coſt thee deere;
Thou haſt no weapon, and perſorce muſt ſuffer.
Olb. Looke in upon me then, and ſpeake with me,
Or naked as I am I will affault thee.
Gra. What is the matter ?
Olb. Behold, I have a weapon :
A better never did it ſelſe ſultaine
Vpon a Souldiers Thigh. I have ſeenetheday,
That with this little Arme, and this good Sword,
I have made my way through more impediments
Then twenty times your ſtop. But (oh vaine boſt)
Who can controll his ſate? This not ſo now.
Be not affraid, though you doe ſee me weapon'd :
Heere is my journies end, heere is my but
And very Sea-marke of my utmoſt Saile.
Doe you goe backe ditnaid ? I is a loft ſeare :
Man but a Ruſh againſt Othello's breſt,
And he retires. Where ſhould Othello goe ?
Now : how doſt thou looke now ? oh ill-Starr'd wench,
Pale as thy Smocke : when we ſhall meete at compt,
This looke of thine will hurle my foule from Heaven,
And fiends will ſnatch at it. Cold, cold, my Girle ?
Even like thy Chaſturity. O curſed, curſed Slave !
Whip meye Divels,
From the poſſession of this heavenly ſight :
Blow me about in windes, roaſt me in Sulphure,
Waſh me in ſleepe-downe gulfes of Liquid ſire.
Oh Desdemon ! dead Desdemon ; dead. dead. Oh, oh !

Euter Lodovico, Caffio, Montano, and Iago,
with Officers.

Lod. Where is this rafh, and moſt unfortunate man ?
Olb. Thats he that was Othello : heere I am.
Lod. Where is that Viper ?
Bring the Villaine forth.
Olb. I looke downe towards his feet; but that's a ſable,
If that thou beſt a divell, I cannot kill thee.
Lod. Wrench his Sword from him.
Iago. I bleed Sir, but not kill'd.
Olb. I am not forry neither, Ild have thee live :
For in my ſenſe, tis happineſſe to dye.
Lod. Oh thou Othello, that was once to good,
Falne in the practice of a curſed Slave,
What ſhall be faid to thee.
Olb. Why any thing :
An honorable Murderer, if you will :
For nought I did in hate, but all in Honor.
Lod. This wretch hath part ſconfet his Villany :
Did you and he ſconfent in Caffio's death.
Olb. I.
Caff. Deere Generall, I never gave you cauſe.
Olb. I doe believe it, and I aske your pardon :
Will you, I pray, demand that demy-Divell,

Why he hath thus enſnar'd my foule and body.
Iago. Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:
From this time forth, I never will ſpeake word.
Lod. What ? not to pray ?
Gra. Torments will ope your lips.
Olb. Well, thou doſt beſt.
Lod. Sir,
You ſhall understand what hath beſalne,
(Which, as I thinke, you know not) heree is a Letter
Found in the pocket of the ſlaine Roderigo,
And heere another, the one of them imports
The death of Caffio, to be undertooke
By Roderigo.
Olb. O Villaine !
Caff. Moſt heathenifh, and moſt groſſe.
Lod. Now, heeres another diſcontented paper
Found in his pocket too : and this it ſeemes
Roderigo meant t'have ſent this damned villaine :
But that (belike) Iago in the interim
Came in, and fatiſh'd him.
Olb. Oh thou permitions Caitiffe :
How came you (Caffio) by that Handkerchieſe
That was my wives ?
Caff. I found it in my Chamber :
And he himſelſe ſconfet it but even now,
That there he dropt it for a ſpeciall purpose,
Which wrought to his deſir.
Olb. O ſtole, ſoole, ſoole !
Caff. There is beſides, in Roderigo's Letter,
How he upbraikes Iago, that he made him
Brave me upon the Watch : whereon it came
That I was caſt : and even but now he ſpake
(After long ſeeming dead) Iago hurt him,
Iago ſet him on.
Lod. You muſt forſake this roome, and goe with us:
Your Power, and your command is taken off,
And Caffio rules in Cyprus. For this Slave,
If there be any cunning Cruelty,
That can torment him much, and hold him long,
It ſhall be his. You ſhall cloſe Přifoner reſt,
Till that the Nature of your fault be knowne
To the Venetian State. Come, bring away.
Olb. Seft you ; a word or two before you goe :
I have done the State ſome ſervice, and they knowt :
No more of that. I pray you in your Letters,
When you ſhall theſe unlucky deeds relate,
Speake of me, as I am. Nothing extenuate,
Nor fet downe eught in malice.
Then muſt you ſpeake,
Of one that lov'd not wifely, but too well :
Of one, not easily ſealions, but being wrought,
Perplexed in the extreame : Of one, whoſe hand
(Like the bafe Indian) threw a Pearle away
Richer then all his Tribe : Of one, whoſe ſubdu'd Eyes,
Albeit unſuted to the melting moodne,
Drop teares as ſaſt as the Arabian Trees
Their Medicinable gumme. Set you downe this:
And ſay beſides, that in Alepſo once,
Where a malignant, and a Turbond-Turke
Beate a Venetian, and traduc'd the State,
I tooke by th'throat the circumciled Dogge,
And fmote him, thus.
Lod. Oh bloody period.
Gra. All that is ſpoke is marr'd.
Olb. I kiff thee, ere I kill'd thee : No way but this,
Killing my ſelſe, to dye upon a kiffle.
Dyest.
Caffio.

360

THE TRAGEDY OF
Anthony, and Cleopatra.

Aclus Primus. Scena Prima.

Enter Demetrius, and Philo.

Philo.

Ay, but this dotage of our Generall
Ore-flowes the meature: thofe his goodly eyes
That o're the files and Mufters of the Warre,
Have glow'd like plated Mars:

Now bend, now turne
The Office and Devotion of their view
Vpon a Tawny Front. His Captaines heart,
Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burft
The Buckles on his breft, reneages all temper,
And is become the Bellowes and the Fan
To coole a Gypfes Luft.

Enter Anthony, Cleopatra, her Ladies, the
Traine, with Eunuchs fan-
ning her.

Looke where they come :
Take but good note, and you shall see in him
The triple Pillar of the world transform'd
Into a Strumpets Foole. Behold and see.
Cleo. If it be Love indeed, tell me how much.
Ant. Theres beggery in the love that can be reckon'd
Cleo. Ile set a bourne how farre to be belov'd.
Ant. Then muft thou needes find out new heaven,
new Earth.

Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. Newes (my good Lord) from Rome.
Ant. Rate me, the fumme.
Cleo. Nay heare them Anthony.
Fulvias perchance is angry: Or who knowes,
If the carfe-bearded Caſar have not ſent
His powerfull Mandate to you. Doe this, or this;
Take in that Kingdome, and infranchife that :
Perform't, or elle we damne thee,
Ant. How, my Love ?
Cleo. Perchance ? Nay, and moſt like ;
You muſt not ſtay heere longer, your diſmiffion
Is come from Caſar, therefore heare it Anthony.
Wheres Fulvias Proceſſe? (Caſars I would ſay) both ?
Call in the Meſſengers: As I am Egypts Queene,
Thou bluſheſt Anthony, and that blood of thine
Is Caſars homager: elſe to thy cheeke payes ſhame,
When ſhrill-tongu'd Fulvias ſcolds. The Meſſengers.
Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide Arch
Of the raing'd Empire fall: Heere is my ſpace,
Kingdomes are clay: Our dungy earth alike !

Feeds Beaſt as Man, the Noblenſe of life
Is to doe thus: when ſuch a mutuall paire,
And ſuch a twaine can doo't, in which I bind,
On paine of puniſhment, the world to weete
We ſtand up Peereleſſe.
Cleo. Excellent falſhood :
Why did he marry Fulvias, and not love her ?
Ile feele the Foole I am not. Anthony will be himſelfe,
Ant. But ſtril'd by Cleopatra.
Now for the love of love, and her ſoft hours,
Let us not confound the time with Conference harſh,
Theres not a minute of our lives ſhould ſtretch
Without ſome pleafure now. What ſport to night?
Cleo. Heare the Ambaſſadors.
Ant. Fye wrangling Queene :
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, tolangh,
To weepe: whose every paſſion fully ſtrives
To make it ſelfe (in Thee) faire, and admir'd.
No Meſſenger but thine, and all alone, to night
We'll wander through the ſtrects, and note
The qualities of people. Come my Queene,
Laſt night you did define it. Speake not to us.

Exeunt with the Traine

Dam. Is Caſar with Anthoniua priz'd to flight?
Philo. Sir fometimes when he is not Anthony,
He comes too ſhort of that great Property
Which till ſhould goe with Anthony.
Dem. I am full forry, that he approves the common
Lyar, who thus ſpeakes of him at Rome: but I will hope
of better deeds to morrow. Reſt you happy.
Exeunt.

Enter Enobarbus, Lampriua, a Southſayer, Ranniuſ, Luciliuſ,
us, Charmian, Iraſ, Mardian the Eunuch,
and Alexas.

Char. L. Alexas, ſweet Alexas, moſt any thing Alexas,
almoſt moſt abſolute Alexas, wheres the Soothſayer that
you prais'd to to' th' Queene? Oh that I knew this Hus-
band, which you ſay, muſt change his hornes with Gar-
lands.

Alex. Soothſayer.
Sooth. Your will ?
Char. Is this the Man ? Is't you fir that know things ?
Sooth. In Natures infinite booke of Secrecy, a little I
can read.

Alex. Shew him your hand.
Enob. Bring in the Banket quickly: Wine enough,
Cleo-

Cleopatra.

Char.

Sooth.

Char.

Sooth.

Char.

Iraſ.

Char.

Alex.

Char.

Sooth.

Char.

Alex.

Char.

be married
them all:
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Oſtavius
Sooth.
Char.
Sooth.
tune, the
Char.

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Sooth.
tell every
Char.
your wif
Char.
Alex.
Enob.
be drunk
Iraſ.
Char.

mine.
Iraſ.
Char.

notice
but a wo
Sooth.
Iraſ.
Sooth.
Char.

than I:
Iraſ.
Char.
Alexa
marry a
and let
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Enob.

Anthony and Cleopatra.

361

Cleopatras health to drinke.

Char. Good fir, give me good Fortune.

Sooth. I make not, but forfee.

Char. Pray then, forefee me one.

Sooth. You shall be yet farre fairer then you are.

Char. He meanes in fleth.

Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old.

Char. Wrinkles forbid.

Alex. Vex not his prefcience, be attentie.

Char. Huft.

Sooth. You shall be more beloved, then beloved.

Char. I had rather heate my Liver with drinking.

Alex. Nay, heare him.

Char. Good now some excellent Fortune. Let mee be married to three Kings in a forenoone, and Widdow them all: Let me have a Child at fifty, to whom Herod of lewry may doe Homage. Finde me to marry me with Othosiuu Cefar, and companion me with my Miltris.

Sooth. You shall out-live the Lady whom you serve.

Char. Oh excellent, I love long life better then Figs.

Sooth. You have feene and proved a fairer former for- tume, then that which is to approach.

Char. Then belike my Children shall have no names : Prethee how many Boyes and Wenches muft I have.

Sooth. If every of your wifhes had a wombe, and fore- tell every wifh, a Million.

Char. Out Foole, I forgive thee for a Witch.

Alex. You thinke none but your fheets are privy to your wifhes.

Char. Nay come, tell Ir as hers.

Alex. We'll know all our Fortunes.

Enob. Mine, and moft of our Fortunes to night, shall be drunke to bed.

Iras. There's a Palme prefages Chaftity, if nothing elfe.

Char. Ene as the ore-flowing Nylus prefageth Fa- mine.

Iras. Goe you wild Bedfellow, you cannot Soothfay.

Char. Nay, if an oyly Palme be not a fruitfulfull Prog- notification, I cannot scratch mine care. Prethee tell her but a worky day Fortune.

Sooth. Your Fortunes are alike.

Iras. But how, but how, give me particulars.

Sooth. I have faid.

Iras. Am I not an inch of Fortune better than ſhe ?

Char. Well, if you were but an inch of Fortune better than I: where would you choofe it.

Iras. Not in my husbands Noſe.

Char. Our worſer thoughts heavens mend.

Alexas. Come, his Fortune, his Fortune. Oh let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Iſis, I beſeech thee, and let her dye too, and give him a worſe, and let worſe follow worſe, till the worſt of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a Cuckold. Good Iſis heare me this Prayer, though thou deny me a matter of more waight : good Iſis I beſeech thee.

Char. Amen, deere Goddeſſe, heare that prayer of the people. Fer, as it is a heart-breaking to fee a handſome man loofe-wiv'd, ſo it is a deadly forrow, to behold a foule Knave uncuckolded; Therefore deare Iſis keepe de- corum, and Fortune him accordingly.

Char. Amen.

Alex. Loe now, if it lay in their hands to make me a Cuckold, they would make themſelves Whores, but they'd doo't.

Enter Cleopatra.

Eno. Huſh, here comes Anthony,

Char. Not he, the Queene.

Cleo. Sawyou my Lord ?

Enob. No Lady.

Cleo. Was he not here ?

Char. No Madame.

Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth, but on the fodaine

A Roman thought hath fltooke him.

Enobarbus?

Enob. Madam.

Cle. Seeke him, and bring him hither: where's Alexais?

Alex. Here at your ſervice.

My Lord approaches.

Enter Anthony with a Messenger.

Cleo. We will not looke upon him:

Goe with us.

Messen. Fulvia thy Wife,

First came into the Field.

Ant. Againſt my Brother Lucius.

Mess. I, but foone that Warre had end,

And the times ſtate.

Made friends of them, joynting their force 'gainſt Cefar.

Whofe better ifſue in the warre from Italy,

Vpon the firſt encounter drave them.

Ant. Well, what worſt.

Mess. The nature of bad newes inſects the Teller.

Ant. When it concernses the Foole or Coward: On- Things that are paſt, are done, with me. Tis thus,

Who tells me true, though in his Tale Iye death,

I heare him as he flatter'd.

Mess. Labienus (this is ſtiffe-newes)

Hath with his Parthian Force

Extended Afia: from Euphrates his conquering

Banner ſhooke, from Syria to Lydia,

And to Ionia, whilft—

Ant. Anthony thou wouldſt ſay.

Mef. Oh my Lord.

Ant. Speake to me home,

Mince not the generall tongue, name

Cleopatra as ſhe is call'd in Rome:

Raile thou in Fulvia's phraſe, and taunt my faults

With ſuch full Liceſe, as both Truth and Malice

Have power to utter. Oh then we bring forth weeds,

When our quicke windes lye ſtill, and our illes told us

Is as our earing: fare thee well awhile.

Mef. At your Noble pleafure.

Enter another Messenger.

Ant. From Scionc how the newes? Speake there.

I Mef. The man from Scionc,

Is there ſuch an one ?

2. Mef. He ſtayes upon your will.

Ant. Let him appeare :

Theſe ſtrong Egyptian Fetters I muſt breake,

Or loofe my ſelfe in dorage.

Enter another Messenger with a Lester.

What are you?

3. Mef. Fulvia thy wife is dead.

Ant. Where dyed ſhe.

Mef. In Scionc, her length of ſickneſſe,

With what elfe more ſerious,

Importeth thee to know, this beares,

Ant. Forebeare me

Theres a great Spirit gone, thus did I defire it:

What our contempts doe often hurle from us,

We

The Tragedy of

We wifh it oursagaine. The prefent pleafure,
By revolution lowring, does become
The oppofite of it ſeſe : ſhe's good being gon,
The hand could plucke her backe, that ſhow'd her on.
I muſt from this Queene breake off,
Ten thouſand harmes, more than the illes I know
My idlenſe doth hatch.

Enter Enobarbus.

How now Enobarbus.

Eno. What's your pleafure, Sir?

Ant. I muſt with haſte from hence,

Eno. Why then we kill all our Women. We fee how mortall an unkindneſse is to them, if they ſuffer our de-parture death's the word.

Ant. I muſt be gone.

Eno. Vnder a compelling occafion, let women dye.
It were papty to caſt them away for nothing, though be-
tweene them and a great cauſe, they should be eſteemed
nothing. Cleopatra catching but the leaſt noyle of this,
dyes instantly : I have ſeene her, dye twenty times upon
farre poorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death,
which commits ſome loving acte upon her, ſhe hath ſuch
a cerelity in dying.

Ant. She is cunning paſt mans thought.

Eno. Alacke fir no, her paffions are made of nothing
but the fineſt part of pure love. We cannot call her winds
and waters, ſighes and teares : They are greater ſtormes
and Tempeſts then Almanackes can report. This cannot
be cunning in her ; if it be, ſhe makes a ſhowre of Raine
as well as love.

Ant. Would I had never ſeene her.

Eno. Oh fir, you had then left ſunſene a wonderfull
piece of worke, which not to have beene bleſt withall,
would have diſcredited your Travaile.

Ant. Fulvia is dead.

Eno. Sir.

Ant. Fulvia is dead.

Eno. Fulvia?

Ant. Dead.

Eno. Why fir, give the gods a thankefull Sacrifice :
when it pleafeth their Deities to take the wife of a man
from him, it ſhewes to man the Tailors of the earth: com-
forting therein, that when old Robes are worne out,
there are members to make new. If there were no more
Women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the
cafe to be lamented : This grieſe is crown'd with Confo-
lation, your old Smocke brings fourth a new Petticoate,
and indeed the teares live in an Onion, that ſhould water
this forrow.

Ant. The buſineſſe ſhe hath broached in the State,
Cannot endure my abſence.

Eno. And the buſineſſe you have broach'd heere can-
not be without you, especially that of Cleopatras, which
wholly depends on your abode.

Ant. No more like Antwers :

Let our Officers
Have notice what we purpofe. I ſhall breake
The cauſe of our Expedience to the Queene,
And get her love to part. For not alone
The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches
Doe ſtrongly ſpake to us : but the Letters too
Of many our contriving friends in Rome,
Petition us at home. Sextus Pompeius
Hath given the dare to Cæsar, and commands
The Empire of the Sea. Our ſlippery people,
Whoſe Love is never link'd to the deferver,

Till his deferts are paſt, begin to throw
Pompey the great, and all his Dignities
Vpon his Sonne, who high in Name and Power,
Higher then both in blood and life, ſtands up
For the maine Souldier. Whoſe quality going on,
The ſides oth'world may danger. Much is breeding,
Which like the Courſers heire, hath yet but life,
And not a Serpents poyſon. Say our pleafure,
To ſuch whole place is under us, requires
Our quicke remove from hence.

Eno. I ſhall doot.

Exemt.

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexias, and Ira.

Cleo. Where is he?

Char. I did not ſee him ſince.

Cleo. See where he is,

Who's with him, what he does :

I did not ſend you. If you finde him ſad,

Say I am dauncing : if in Myrth, report

That I am ſodaine ſicke. Quickly, and returne.

Char. Madam, me thinkes if you did love him deerely
You doe not hold the method, to enforce
I the like from him.

Cleo. What ſhould I doe I doe not?

Ch. In each thing give him way, croſſe him in nothing.

Cleo. Thou teacheſt like a ſoole : the way to lſe him.

Char. Tempt him not ſo too farre. I wifh forſbereare,
In time we hate that which we often ſeare.

Enter Anthony.

But heere comes Anthony.

Cleo. I am ſicke, and ſullen.

Ant. I am forſy to give breathing to my purpofe.

Cleo. Helpe me away deere Charmian, I ſhall fall,
It cannot be thus long, the ſides of Nature

Will not ſuſtaine it.

Ant. Now my deereſt Queene.

Cleo. Pray you ſtand farther from me,

Ant. What's the matter ?

Cleo. I know by that fame eye thereſe some good newes

What ſayes the married woman you may goe ?

Would ſhe had never given you leave to come,

Let her not ſay tis I that keepe you heere,
I have no power upon you: Hers you are.

Ant. The gods beſt know.

Cleo. Oh never was there Queene

So mightely betrayed : yet at the firſt

I ſaw the Treaſons planted.

Ant. Cleopatra.

Cleo. Why ſhould I thinke you can be mine, and true
(Though you ſwearing ſhake the Throaned gods)

Who have beene ſaſte to Fulvia?

Riotous madneſſe,

To be entangled with thate mouth-made vowes,

Which breake themſelves in ſwearing.

Ant. Moſt ſweet Queene.

Cleo. Nay pray you ſeeke no colour for your going,
But bid farewell, and goe :

When you ſued ſtaying,

Then was the time for words: No going then,

Eternity was in our Lippes, and Eyes.

Blifle in our browes bent : none our parts ſo poore,

But was a race of heaven. They are ſo ſtill,

Or thou the greatest Souldier of the world,

Art turn'd the greater Lyar.

Ant. How now Lady ?

Cleo.

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Cleo. I would I had thy inches, thou shouldst know
There were a heart in Egypt.

Ant. Heare me Queene :

The strong neceflity of Time, commands

Our Services a while : but my full heart

Remaines in ufe with you. Our Italy,

Shines o're with civill Swords ; Sexinus Pompeius

Makes his approches to the Port of Rome,
Equality of two Domeflicke powers,

Breed ſerupulous ſaction: The hated growne to ſtrength
Are newly growne to Love: The condemn'd Pompey,

Rich in his Fathers honour, creepes apace

Into the hearts ofuch,as have not thrived

Vpon the preſent ſtate, whoſe numbers threaten,
And quietneſſe growne ſiſe of reſt, would purge

By any desperate change : My more particular,

And that which moſt with you ſhould faſe my going,
Is Fulvias death.

Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom
It does from childiſhneſſe. Can Fulvia dye ?

Ant. Shee's dead my Queene,

Looke here, and at thy Soveraigne leylure reade

The Garboyles ſhe awak'd : at the laſt, beſt,

See when, and where ſhe dyed.

Cleo. O moſt ſalſe love !

Where be the ſacred Viols thou ſhoul'dt fill

With forrowfull water ? Now I fee, I fee,

In Fulvias death, how mine receiv'd ſhall be.

Ant. Quarrell no more, but be prepar'd to know.

The purpofes I beare : which are, or ceaſe,

As you ſhall give th'advice. By the fire

That quickens Nylus ſlime, I goe from hence

Thy Souldier, Servant, making Peace or Warre,

As thou affect'd.

Cleo. Cut my Lace, Charmian come,

But let it be, I am quickly ill; and well,

So Anthony loves.

Ant. My precious Queene forbeare,

And give true evidence to his Love, which ſtands

An honourable Trial.

Cleo. So Fulvia told me.

I prythee turne aſide, and weepe for her,

Then bid adiew to me, and ſay the teares

Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one Scene

Of excellent diſſembling, and let it looke

Like perſect honour.

Ant. You'l heat my blood no more?

Cleo. You can doe better yet; but this is meetly.

Ant. Now by my Sword,

Cleo, And Target. Still he mends.

But this is not the beſt. Looke prythee Charmian,

How this Herculean Roman does become

The carriage of his chafe.

Ant. Ileleave you Lady.

Cleo. Courteous Lord, one word :

Sir, you and I muſt part, but that's not it :

Sir, you and I have lov'd, but there's not it :

That you know well, ſomething it is I would:

Oh, my oblivion is a very Anthony.

And I am all ſorgotten.

Ant. But that your Royalty

Holds Idlenſeſſe your ſubject; I ſhould take you
For Idlenſeſſe it ſelſe.

Cleo. 'Tis fweating labour,

To beare ſuch Idlenſeſſe to neare the heart
As Cleopatra this. But Sir, I forgiſe me,

Since my becommings kill me, when they do not.

Eye well to you. Your Honor calls you hence.

Therefore be deafe to my unpittied Folly,

And all the Gods go with you. Vpon your Sword

Sit Law rell'd victory, and ſmooth ſuccedſe

Be ſtrew'd before your feete.

Ant. Let us go.

Come : Our ſeparation ſo abides and flies,

That thou reſiding heere, goeſt yet with me,

And I hence fleeting, heere remaine with thee.

Away.

Excuse.

Enter Octavius reading a Letter, Lepidus,
and their Traine.

Caf. You may fee Lepidus, and henceforth know,
It is not Caſars Naturall vice, to hate

One great Competitor. From Alexandria

This is the newes : he ſihes, drinkes, and waſtes

The Lampes of night in revells : Is not more manlike

Then Cleopatra : nor the Queene of Ptolemy

More Womanly then he. Hardly gave audience

Or did vouchſaſe to thinke he had Partners. You

Shall finde there a man, who is th'abſtract of all ſaults ;
That all men follow.

Lep. I muſt not thinke

There are, eviſes enow to darken all his goodneſſe,

His ſaults in him, ſeeme as the Spots of heaven,

More ſiery by nights Blackneſſe ; Hereditary.

Rather then purchase : what he cannot change,

Then what he choofes.

Caf. You are too indulgent. Lets grant it is

Amiſſe to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy,

To give a Kingdome for a Mirth, to fit

And keepe the turne of Tipling with a Slave,

To reele the ſtreets at noone, and ſland the Buffet

With knaves that ſmell of ſweate ; Say this becomes him
(As his compofure muſt be rare indeed,

Whom theſe things cannot blemiſh) yet muſt Anthony

No way excufe his ſoyles, when we doe beare

So great waight in his Lightneſſe. If he ſiſld

His vacancy with his Voluptuonuſneſſe,

Full ſurfets, and the drinſeſſe of his bones,

Call on him for't. But to confound ſuch time,

That drummes him from his ſport, and ſpeakes as lowd

As his owne State, and ours, tis to be chid :

As we rate Boyes, who being mature in knowledge,

Pawne their experience to their preſent pleafure,

And ſo rebell to judgement.

Enter a Meſſenger.

Lep. Heeres more newes.

Mef. Thy biddings have beene done, and every houre
Moſt Noble Caſar, ſhalt you have report

How tis abroad. Pompey is ſtrong at Sea,

And it appears, he is belov'd of thate

That only have feard Caſar : to the Ports

The diſcontents repaire, and mens reports

Give him much wrong'd.

Caf. I ſhould have knowne no leſſe,
Ithathin taught us from the primall ſtate,

That he which is, was wiſht, untill he were :

And the ebb'd man,

Ne're lov'd, till ne're worth love,

Comes fear'd, by being lack'd. This common body

Like to a Vagobond Flagge upon the Streame,

Goes too, and backe, lacking the varying tyde

To

["The Tragedy of", "364", "To rot it selfe with motion.", "Mef. *Cafar* I bring thee word,", "Menacrates and Menas famous Pyrates", "Makest the Sea ferve them, which they care and wound", "With keeles of every kind. Many hot inrodes", "They make in Italy, the borders Maritime", "Lacke blood to thinke on't, and flesh youth revolt,", "No Veffell can peepe forth, but tis as foone", "Taken as feene : for *Pompeyes* name strikes more", "Then could his Warre refifted.", "*Cafar.* Anthony,", "Leave thy laſcivious Vaffailes. When thou once", "Wert beaten from Medena, where thou flewſt", "Hirſus, and Panſa Conſuls, at thy heele", "Did famine follow, whom thou foughtſt againſt,", "(Though daintily brought up) with patience more", "Then Savages could ſuffer. Thou didſt drinke", "The ſtale of horſes, and the gilded Puddle", "Which Beaſts would coughat. Thy pallat then did daine", "The roughſt Berry, on the rudeſt Hedge.", "Yea, like the Stagge, when Snow the Paſture fleets,", "The barkes of Trees thou browſed. On the Alpes,", "It is reported thou didſt eate ſtrange fleſh,", "Which ſome did dye to looke on : And all this", "(It woundſhine honor that I ſpeake it now.)", "Was borne ſolike a Souldiour, that thy cheeke", "So much as lank'd not.", "*Lep.* Tis pity of him.", "*Caf.* Let his ſhames quickly", "Drive him to Rome, tis time wetwaine", "Did ſhew our ſelves inſt Field, and to that end", "Aſſemble we immediate counſell, *Pompey*", "Thives in our Idlenſe.", "*Lep.* To morrow *Cafar*,", "I ſhall be furniſt to inſorme you rightly", "Both what by Sea and Land I can be able", "To front this preſent time.", "(well.", "*Caf.* Till which encounter, it is my buſineſſe too. Fare-", "*Lep.* Farewell my Lord, what you ſhall know meane", "Off tirres abroad, I ſhall beſech you Sir", "To let me be partaker.", "*Caf.* Doubt not fir, I knew it for my bond. Exeunt.", "*Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Irus, and Mardian.*", "*Cleo.* Charmian.", "*Char.* Madam.", "*Cleo.* Ha, ha, give me to drinke Mandragoras.", "*Char.* Why Madam ?", "*Cleo.* That I might ſleepe out this great gap of time :", "My *Anthony* is away.", "*Char.* You thinke of him too much.", "*Cleo.* O tis Treaſon.", "*Char.* Madam, I truſt not ſo. |", "*Cleo.* Thou, Eunuch *Mardian* ?", "*Mar.* What's your highneſſe pleasure ?", "*Cleo.* Not now to heare thee ſing. I take no pleasure", "In ought an Eunuch has : Tis well for thee,", "That being ſuneminaried, thy freer thoughts", "May not flye forth of Egypt, Haſt thou Aſfections ?", "*Mar.* Yes gracious Madam.", "*Cleo.* Indeed ?", "*Mar.* Not indeed Madam, for I can do nothing", "But what indeed is honeſt to be done :", "Yet have I ſierce Aſfections, and thinke", "What Venus did with Mars.", "*Cleo.* Oh *Charmian* ;", "Where thinkſt thou he is now ? Stands he, or ſits he ?", "Or does he walke ? Or is he on his Horſe ?", "Oh happy horſe to beare the weight of *Anthony* !", "Doe bravely horſe, for wor't thou whom thou moov'ſt,", "The demy *Atlas* of this Earth, the Arme", "And Burgonet of man. Hes ſpeaking now,", "Or murmuring, wherewith my Serpent of old Nyle,", "(For so he calls me:) Now I feed my ſelfe", "With moſt delicious poyfon. Thine on me", "That am with Phebus amorous pinches blacke,", "And wrinkled deepe in time. Broad-fronted *Cafar*,", "When thou wast here above the ground, I was", "A morſel for a Monarke; and great *Pompey*", "Would ſtand and make his eyes grow in my brow,", "There would he anchor his Aſpect, and dye", "With looking on his life.", "*Enter Alexei from Cefar.*", "*Alex.* Soveraigne of Egypt, haile.", "*Cleo.* How much unlike art thou *Marke Anthony* ?", "Yet comming from him, that great Med'cine hath", "With his Tinct gilded thee.", "How goes it with my brave *Marke Anthony* ?", "*Alex.* Last thing he did (deere Queene)", "He kilt the last of many doubled kities,", "This Orient Pearle. His ſpreech ſtickes in my heart.", "*Cleo.* Mine eare muſt plucke it thence.", "*Alex.* Good friend, quoth he :", "Say the firme Roman to great Egypt ſends", "This treasure of an Oyſter : at whole ſtoſe", "To mend the pretty preſent, I will peecce", "Her opulent I ſhone, with Kingdomes. All the Eaſt,", "(Say thou) ſhall call her Mifhris. So he nodded,", "And ſoberly did mount an Arme-gaunt Steed,", "Who neigh'd ſo hye, that what I would have ſpoke,", "Was beaſtly dumbe by him.", "*Cleo.* What was he ſad, or merry ?", "*Ale.* Like to the time oth'yeare, betweene the oxtremes", "Of hot and cold, he was nor ſad nor merry.", "*Cleo.* Oh well divided diſpoſition : Note him:", "Note him good *Charmian*, tis the man ; but note him.", "He was not ſad, for he would ſhine on that ſo", "That make their lookes by his. He was not merry,", "Which ſeem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay", "In Egypt with his jcy, but betweene both.", "Oh heavenly mingle ! Bee't thou ſad, or merry,", "The violence of either thee becomes,", "So do's it no man eſſe. Metſt thou my Poſts?", "*Alex.* I Madam, twenty ſeverall Meſengers,", "Why doe you ſend for thicke ?", "*Cleo.* Who's borne that day, when I forget to ſend", "to *Anthony*, ſhall dye a Begger. Inke and paper *Charmian*.", "*Cleo.* Welcome

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he shall have every day feveral greeting, or I lie unpeo-
ple Ægypt.

Exeunt.

Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas in warlike manner.

Pom. If the great gods be just, they shall affront
The deeds of justest men.

Mene. Know worthy Pompey, that which they do de-
lay, they not deny.

Pom. Whiles we are fators to their Throre, decayes
the thing we fue for.

Mene. We ignorant of our felves.

Begge often our owne harmes, which the wife Powers
Deny us for our good: to finde we profit

By loofing of our Prayers.

Pom. I shall do well :

The People love me, and the Sea is mine;
My powers are Creffent, and my Auguring hope
Sayes it will come to th'full. Marke Anthony

In Ægypt fits at dinner, and will make
No warres without doores. Cæsar gets money where
Helooles hearts: Lepidus flatters both,
Of both is flatter'd: but he neither loves,
Nor either cares for him.

Mene. Cæsar and Lepidus are in the field,

A mighty ſtrength they carry.

Pom. Where have you this? Tis falſe.

Mene. From Silvius Sir.

Pom. He dreames : I know they are in Rome together
Looking for Antony: but all the charmes of Love,
Salt Cleopatra:ften thy wand lip,
Let witchcraft joyne with beauty. Luft with both,
Tye up the Libertine in a field of Feaſts,

Keepe his Braine fuming. Epicurean Cookes,
Sharpen with cloyſſe fawce his Appetite,
That fleepe and feeding may prorogue his Honour,
Even till a Lethied dulnefle—

Enter Varrius.

How now Varrius ?

Var. This is moſt certaine, that I ſhall deliver :  
Marke Anthony is every houre in Rome

Expected. Since he went from Ægypt, tis
A lapace for farther travaile,

Pom. I could have given leſſe matter

A better care. Menas, I did not thinke

This amorous Surfetter would have don'd his Helme
For fuch a petty Warre : His Souldierſhip

Iſtwhile the other twaine : But let us reare

The higher our Opinion, that our stirring
Canfrom the lap of Ægypt's Widdow, plucke

The neere Luft-wearied Anthony.

Mene. I cannot hope,

Cæsar and Anthony ſhall well greet together;
His Wife that's dead, did treſpasses to Cæsar,
His Brother warr'd upon him, although I thinke
Not mov'd by Anthony.

Pom. I know not Menas,

How leſſer Enmities may give way to greater,

Were not that we ſtand up againſt them all :

Twer pregnant they ſhould ſquare betweene themſelves,
For they have entertained cauſe enough

To draw their ſwords : but how the ſcare of us

May Ciment their divifications, and binde up

The pretty difference, we yet not know :

Bee't as our Gods will have't; it only ſtands

Our lives upon, to uſe our ſtrongest hands,

Come Menas.

Exeunt.

Enter Enobarbus and Lepidus.

Lep. Good Enobarbus, tis a worthy deed,

And ſhall become you well, to intreat your Captaine
To ſoft and gentle ſpeech.

Enob. I ſhall intreat him

To anſwere like him ſelfe: if Cæsar move him,

Let Anthony looke over Cæsar's head,

And ſpeak as lowd as Mars. By Iupiter,

Were I the wearer of Anthoni's Beard,
I would not ſhave't to day.

Lep. Tis not a time for private ſlomacking.

Eno. Every time ſerves for the matter that is then
borne in't.

Lep. But ſmall to greater matters muſt give way.

Enop. Not if the ſmall come firſt.

Lep. Your ſpeech is paffion: but pray you firre

No Embers up. Heere comes the Noble Anthony.

Enter Antony and Ventidius.

Eno. And yonder Cæsar.

Enter Cæsar, Mecenas, and Agrippa.

Ant. If we compoſe well heere, to Parthia:
Hearke Ventidius.

Cæsar. I do not know Mecenas, aske Agrippa.

Lep. Noble Friends

That which combin'd us was moſt great, and let not
A leaner action rend us. What's amiffle,

May it be gently heard. When we debate

Our triviall difference lowd, we do commit

Murther in healing wounds. Then Noble Partners,

The rather for I earneſtly beſech,

Touch you the fowreſt points with ſweeteſt tearmes,
Nor curſyneſſe grow to th' matter.

Ant. Tis ſpoken well :

Were we before our Armes and to fight,
I ſhould do thus.

Flourish.

Cæs. Welcome to Rome.

Ant. Thanke you.

Cæs. Sit.

Ant. Sit fir.

Cæs. Nay then.

Ant. I learne you take things ill, which are nor ſo:
Or being, concerne you not.

Cæs. I muſt be laught at, if or for nothing, or a little,
Should ſay my ſelfe offended, and with you
Chiefely i'th' world. More laught at, that I ſhould
Once name you derogately : when to found your name
It not concern'd me.

Ant. My being in Egypt Cæsar, what was't to you ?

Cæs. No more then my refiding heere at Rome
Might be to you in Ægypt : yet if you there
Did præſeife on my ſtate, your being in Ægypt
Might be my queſtion.

Ant. How intend you, præſis'd?

Cæs. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent,
By what did heere befall me. Your Wife and Brother
Made warres upon me, and their contemſation
Was Theame for you, you were the word of warre.

Ant. You do miſtake your buſineſſe, my brother never
Did orge me in his Act : I did inquire it,
And have my learning from ſome true reports
That drew their ſwords with you, did he not rather
Difcredit my authority with yours,
And make the warres alike againſt my ſlomacke,
Having alike your cauſe: Of this, my Letters
Before did satisfie you. If you patch a quarrell:
As matter whole you have to take it with,

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The Tragedie of

It must not be with this.

Cæs. You praiseth your selfe, by laying defects of judge-
ment to me: but you patcht up your excufes.

Anth. Not so, not so:

I know you could not lacke, I am certaine on't,
Very neceffity of this thought, that I
Your partner in the caufe 'gaint which he fought,
Could not with gracefull eyes attend thofe Warres
Which fronted mine owne peace. As for my wife,
I would you had her Spirit, in fuch another,
The third oth' world is yours, which with a Snaffle,
You may pace eafe, but not fuch a wife.

Enobar. Would we had all fuch wives, that the men
might go to Warres with the women.

Anth. So much uncurable, her Garboiles (Cæsar)
Made out of her impatience: which not wanted
Shrodeneſſe of policie to: I greening grant,
Did you too much diſquiet, for that you muſt,
But ſay I could not helpe it.

Caſar. I wrote to you, when rioting in Alexandria you
Did pocket up my Letters: and with taunts
Did gibe my Miffive out of audience.

Ant. Sir, he fell upon me, ere admitted, then:
Three Kings I had newly feasted, and did want
Of what I was i'th' morning: but next day
I told him of my ſelfe, which was as much
As to have askt him pardon. Let this Fellow
Be nothing of our ſtrife: if we contend
Out of our queſtion wipe him.

Caſar. You have broken the Article of your oath,
which you ſhall never have tongue to charge me with.

Lep. Soft, Cæsar.

Ant. No Lepidus, let him ſpeake,
The Honour is Sacred which he talks on now.
Suppofing that I lackt it: but on Cæsar,
The Article of my oath.

Caſar. To lend me Armes, and aide when I require'd
them, the which you both denied.

Anth. Neglected rather.

And then when poyſoned houres had bound me up
From mine owne knowledge, as neerly as I may,
Ile play the penitent to you. But mine honeſty,
Shall not make poore my greatneſſe, nor my power
Worke without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,
To have me out of Egypt, made Warres heere,
For which my ſelfe, the ignorant motive, doe
So farre aske pardon, as befits mine Honour
To ftooke in fuch a cafe.
Lep. Tis Nobly ſpoken.
Mee. If it might please you, to enforce no further
The griefes betweene ye: to forget them quite.
Were to remember, that the preſent neede,
Speakes to attone you.

Lep. Worthy ſpoken Micenas.

Enobar. Or if you borrow one anothers Love for the
inſant, you may when you heare no more words of
Pompey returne it againe: you ſhall have time to wrangle
in, when you have nothing eſſe to doe.

Anth. Thou art a Souldier, only ſpeake no more.

Enob. That trueth ſhould be ſilent, I had almost for-
got.

Anth. You wrong this preſence, therefore ſpeake no
more.

Enob. Go to then: your Confiderate ſione.

Caſar. I doe not much diſlike the matter but
The manner of his ſpeech: for't cannot be,

We shall remaine in friendſhip, our conditions
So differing in their acts. Yet if I knew,

What Hoope ſhould hold us ſtaunch from edge to edge
Ath' world: I would purſue it.

Agri. Give me leave Cæsar.

Caſar. Speake Agrippa.

Agri. Thou haſt a Sifter by thy Mothers ſide, 'admir'd
Oſtavia? Great Marke Anthony is now a widdower.

Caſar. Say not, ſay Agrippa; if Cleopatra heard you, your
proofe were well deſerved of rafhneſſe.

Anth. I am not married Cæsar: let me heere Agrippa
further ſpeake.

Agri. To hold you in perpetuallamitie,

To make you Brothers, and to knit your hearts
With an un-flipping knot, take Anthony,

Oſtavia to his wife: whose beauty claimes

No worſe a husband then the beſt of men:

Whofe vertue, and whofe generall graces, ſpeake

That which none eſſe can utter. By this marriage,

All little ſelouſes which now ſeeme great,

And all great feares, which now import their dangers,

Would then be nothing. Truth's wouſd be tales,

Where now half-tales be truth's: her love to both,

Would each to other, and all loves to both,

Draw after her. Pardon what I have ſpoke,

For 'tis a ſtudied, not a preſent thought,

By duty ruminated.

Anth. Will Cæsar ſpeake?

Caſar. Not till he heares how Anthony is tought,
With what is ſpoke already.

Anth. What power is in Agrippa,

If I would ſay Agrippa, be it so,

To make this good?

Caſar. The power of Cæsar,

And his power, unto Oſtavia.

Anth. Mao I never

(To this good purpose, that ſo fairely ſhewes)

Dreame of impediment: let me have thy hand

Further this act of Grace: and from this houre,

The heart of Brothers governe in our Loves,

And Iway our great Deſignes.

Caſar. There's my hand:

A Sifter I bequeath you, whome no Brother

Did ever love ſo deerely. Let her live

To joyne our kinfdomes, and our hearts, and never

Flie off our Loves againe.

Lepi. Happily, Amen.

Ant. I did not think to draw my Sword againſt Pompey

For he hath laid ſtrange courteſies, and great

Of late upon me. I muſt thanke him onely,

Left my remembrance, ſuffer ill report:

At heele of that deſic him.

Lepi. Time cals upon's,

Ofus muſt Pompey prefently be ſought,

Or eſſe he feekes out us.

Anth. Where lies he ?

Caſar. About the Mount-Mefena.

Anth. What is his ſtrength by land?

Caſar. Great, and encreaſing :

But by Sea he is an abſolute Maſter.

Anth. So is the Fame,

Would we had ſpoke together. Haſt we for it,

Yet ere we put our ſelves in Armes, diſpatch we

The buſineſſe we have talkt of.

Caſar. With moſt gladneſſe,

And do invite you to my Sifters view,

Whe-

Anthony and Cleopatra.

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Whither straight I lead you.

Ant. Let us Lepidus not lacke your company.

Lep. Nobld Anthony, not fickeneſſe should detaine me.

Exeunt onnes.

Manent Enobarbus, Agrippa, Mecenas.

Mee. Welcome from Egypt Sir.

Eno. Halfe the heart of Cæsar, worthy Mecenas. My honourable Friend Agrippa.

Agri. Good Enobarbus.

Mee. We have cauſe to be glad, that matters are ſo well digested: you ſayt well by't in Egypt. Enb, I Sir, we did ſeepe day out of countenaunce: and made the night light with drinking.

Mee. Eight Wilde-Boars roſted whole at a breakſaft: and but twelve perſons there. Is this true?

Eror. This was but as a Flye by an Eagle: we had much more monſtrous matter of Feaſt, which worthily defer'd noting.

Mecenas. She's a moſt triumphant Lady, if report be ſquare to her.

Enab. When the firſt met Marke Anthony, ſhe purſt up his heart upon the river of Cydonus.

Agri. There ſhe appear'd indeed: or my reporter deſvis'd well for her.

Eno. I will tell you,

The Barge ſhe fat in, like a burniſt Throre
Burnt on the water: the Poope was beaten Gold,
Purple the Sailes: and ſo perfumed that

The Winds were Love-ſick.

With them the Oares were Silver,
Which to the tune of Flutes kept ſtroke and made

The water which they bear, to follow faſter :

As amorous of their ſtrokes. For her owne perſon,
It beggerd all deſcription, ſhe did ſye

In her Pavillion, cloth of Gold, of Tiffue,
O're-picturing that Venus, where we ſee

The fancie out-worke Nature. On each ſide her,
Stood pretty Dimpled Boyes, like ſmiling Cupids,

With divers colour'd Fannes whole ſinde ſeeeme,
To glove the delicate cheekes which they did coole,
And what they undid did.

Agrip. Oh rare for Anthony.

Eno. Her Gentlewomen, like the Nereides,
So many Mer-maides tended her i'th' eyes,
And made their bends adornings. At the Helme.

A ſeeming Mer-maide fleeres: The Silken Tackles
Swell with the touches of those Flower-ſoft hands,
That yarely frame the office. From the Barge

A ſtrange inſible perſume hits the ſente
Of the adjacent Wharſes. The Cittie caſt
Her people out upon her : and Anthony

Enthron'd i'th' Market-place, did fit alone,
Whilſing to 'th' ayre: which but for vacancie,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,

And made a gap in Nature.

Agrip. Rare Egyptian.

Eno. Vpon her landing, Anthony ſent to her,
Invited her to Supper: ſhe replied,

It should be better, he became her guelt :

Which ſhe entreated, our Courteous Anthony,
Whom nere the word of no woman heard ſpeake,
Being barber'd ten times o're, goes to the Feaſt;
And for his ordinary, paies his heart,
For what his eyes cate onely.

Agri. Royall Wench :

She made great Cæsar lay his Sword to bed,
He ploughed her, and the cropt.

Eno. I ſaw her once

Hop forty Paces through the publicke ſtreere,
And having loft her breath, the ſpoke, and panted,
That ſhe did make defect, perfection,
And breathleſſe power breath forth.

Mee. Now Anthony, muſt leave her utterly.

Eno. Never he will not :

Age cannot wither her, nor cuitome ſteale

Her infinite variety: other women cloy

The appeties they feede, but ſhe makes hungry,

Where moſt ſhe fatisames. For vildet things

Become themſelves in her, that the holy Priet's
Bleſſe her, when ſhe is Riggith.

Mee. If Beauty, Wifedome, Modeſty, can ſettle

The heart of Anthony: Oſtaviais

A bleſſed Lottery to him.

Agrip. Let us go. Good Enobarbus, make your ſelfe my guelt, whilſt you abide here.

Eno. Humbly Sir I thanke you.

Exeunt.

Enter Anthony, Cæsar, Oſtavia betweene them.

Antb. The world, and my great office, will
Sometimes divide me from your boſome.

Oſtia. All which time, before the Gods my knee ſhall bowe my prayers to them for you.

Antb. Goodnight Sir. My Oſtavia

Read not my blemiſhes in the worlds report :

I have not kept my ſquare, but that to come

Shall all be done by th' Rule: good night deere Lady :

Oſtia. Good night Sir.

Cæsar. Goodnight.

Enter Soathfayer.

Antb. Now firrah: you do with your ſelfe in Egypt ?

Sooth. Would I had never come from thence, nor you
thither.

Aut. If you can, your reaſon ?

Sooth. I fee it in my motion: have it not in my tongue,
But yet hie you to Egypt againe.

Antb. Say to me, whole Fortunes shall riſe higher,
Caſars or mine?

Soot. Caſars, Therefore (oh Anthony) ſlay not by his ſide
Thy Daemon (that's thy ſpirit which keepes thee) is
Noble, Couragious, high unmatchable,

Where Caſars is not. But neere him thy Angell

Becomes a ſeare: as being o're-powr'd, and therefore
Make iſpace enough betweene you.

Antb. Speake this no more.

Sooth. To none but thee no more, but when to thee,
If thou doſt play with him at any game,
Thou art ſure to looke : And of that Naturall Luſe.

He beates thee gainſt the oddes. Thy Luſer thickens,
When he ſhines by : I ſay againe, thy ſpirit

Is all aſford to governe thee neere him :
But he alway is Noble.

Antb. Get thee gone:

Say to Ventidius I would ſpeake with him.

Exit.

He ſhall to Parthia, be it art or hap,

He hath ſpoken true. The very Dice obey him,

And in our ſports my better cunning faints,

Vnder his chance, if we draw lots, he ſpeeds,

His Cocks do winne the Baraile, ſtill of mine,

When it is all to naught: and his Quailes ever

Beate mine (in hoopt) at odd's. I will to Egypt :

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["368", "The Tragedie of", "And though I make this marriage for my peace,\nI' th' East my pleasure lies. Oh come Ventidius,\nEnter Ventidius.", "", "You must to Parthis, your committions ready :\nFollow me and receive't.", "Exeunt.", "Enter Lepidus, Mecenas and Agrippa.", "Lepidus. Trouble your selfe no farther: pray you haften your generals after.", "Agr. Sir, Marke Anthony will e'ne but kisse Oetavia,\nand weele follow.", "Lepi. Till I shall fee you in your Souldiers dreffe,", "Which will become you both : Farewell,", "Mecenas. We shall , as I conceive the journey , be at the Mount before you Lepidus.", "Lepi. Your way is shorter, my purpoſes do draw me much about, you'le win two dayes upon me.", "Both. Sir, good fucſſe.", "Lepi. Farewell.", "Exeunt.", "Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Ira and Alexias.", "Cleo. Give me home Muficke : Muficke, moody foode of us that trade in love.", "Omnes. The Muficke, hoa.", "Enter Mardian the Eunuch.", "Cleo. Let it alone, let's to Billiards : come Charmian.", "Char. My arme is fore, beſt play with Mardian.", "Cleopatra. As well a woman with an Eunuch plaide, 28 with a woman. Come you'le play with me Sir?", "Mardi. As well as I can Madam.", "Cleo. And when good will is ſhewed,", "Though't come too ſhort", "The Acor may pleade pardon. Ile none now,\nGive me mine Angle, weele to'th' River, there\nMy Muficke playing farre off. I will betray\nTawny fine fifhes, my bended hooke shall pierce\nTheir ſlimie jawes : and as I draw them up,\nIle thinke them every one an Anthony,\nAnd fay, ah ha; y'are caught.", "Char. Twas merry when you wager'd on your Ang-\ning, when your diver did hang a salt filth on his hooke\nwhich he with fervencie drew up,", "Cleo. That time ? Oh times :", "I laught him out of patience: and that night\nI laught him into patience, and next morne,\nEre the ninth houre, I dranke him to his bed :\nThen put my Tires and Mantels on him, whilſt\nI wore his Sword Philippan. Oh from Italie,", "Enter a Meſſenger.", "Ramme thou thy fruitfull tidings in mine cares,\nThat long time have bin barren.", "Mef. Madam, Madam.", "Cleo. Anthony's dead,", "If thou fay so Villaine, thou kilſt thy Miftris:\nBut well and free, if thou ſo yeld him.\nThere is Gold and heere\nMy bleweft vaines to kisse : a hand that Kings\nHave lipt, and trembled kiffing.", "Mef. Firſt Madam, he is well.", "Cleo. Why there's more Gold.", "But firrah marke, we uſe", "To fay, the dead are well ; bring me to that,\nThe Gold I give thee, will I melt and powre\nDowne thy ill uttering throat.", "Mef. Good Madam heare me,", "Cleo. Well, go to I will :", "But there's no goodneſſe in thy face, if Anthony\nBe free and healthfull; ſo tart a favour", "To trumpet ſuch good tidings. If not well,", "Thou shouldſt come like a Furie crown'd with Snakes,\nNot like a formall man.", "Mef. Wilt pleafe you heare me?", "Cleo. I have a mind to ſtrike thee ere thou ſpeake'ſt,\nYet if thou ſay Anthony lives, 'tis well,", "Or friends with Cefar, or not Captaine to him,", "Ile fee't thee in a shower of Gold, and haile", "Rich Pearles upon the.", "Mef. Madam, he's well.", "Cleo. Well ſayd:", "Mef. And Friends with Cefar.", "Cleo. Th'art an honeſt man.", "Mef. Cefar, and he, are greater Friends then ever.", "Cleo. Marke thee a Forune from me.", "Mef. But yet Madam.", "Cleo. I do not like but yet, it does alay", "The good precedence, ſie upon but yet,", "But yet is as a laytor to bring fourth", "Some monſtrous Malefactor. Prythee Friend,", "Powre out the paſſe of matter to mine ear,", "The good and bad together : he's friends with Cefar,", "In ſtate of health thou faift, and thou faieſt, free.", "Mef. Free Madam ! no: I made no ſuch report,\nHe's bound unto Oetavia.", "Mef. For what good turne?", "Mef. For the beſt turne i'th' bed.", "Cleo. I am pale Charmian.", "Mef. Madam, he's married to Oetavia.", "Cleo. The moſt infectious Pefſtience upon thee.", "Strikes him downe.", "Mef. Good Madam patience.", "Cleo. What ſay you?", "Strikes him.", "Hence horrible Villaine, or Ile ſpurne thine eyes", "Like balsi before me : ſie unhaire thy head:", "She hales him up and downe.", "Thou haſt be whipt with W yer, and ſtew'd in brine,\nSmarting in lingring pickle.", "Mef. Gracious Madam,", "I that do bring the newes, made not the match.", "Cleo. Say 'tis not ſo, a Province I will give thee,\nAnd make thy Fortunes proud : the blow thou had'ſt", "Shall make thy peace, for moving me to rage,", "And I will boot thee with what guift beſide", "Thy modety can begge.", "Mef. He's married Madam.", "Cleo. Rogue, thou haſt liv'd too long.", "Draw a knife.", "Mef. Nay then Ile runne :", "What meane you Madam, I have made no fault. Exit.", "Char. Good Madam keepe your ſelfe within your ſelfe,\nThe man is innocent.", "Cleo. Some Innocents ſcape not the thunderbolt :", "Melt Egypt into Nyle ; and kindled creatures", "Turne all to Serpents. Call the ſlave againe,", "Though I am mad, I will not byte him : Call?", "Cbar. He is aſeard to come.", "Cleo. I will not hurt him,", "Theſe hands do lacke Nobility, that they ſtrike", "A meaner then my ſelfe: ſince I my ſelfe", "Have given my ſelfe the cauſe. Come hither Sir.", "Enter the Meſſenger againe.", "Though it be honeſt, it is never good", "To bring bad newes : give to a gratious Meſſage", "An", "An hoff\nTiltemrel", "Mef.\nCleo.", "I cannot t\nIf thou ag", "Mef.\nCleo. T", "Doth thou\nMef.", "Cleo. C", "So halſe\nA Cefterre", "Had'ſt th\nThou wu", "Mef.\nCleo. H", "To puniſh", "Cleo.\nSeemes n", "That art\nThe Me", {"bbox

["Anthony and Cleopatra.", "369", "An hoſt of tongues, but let it tydings tell\nTillemrelves when they be felt.", "Mef. I have done my duty.", "Cleo. Is he married ?", "I cannot hate thee worſer then I do,\nIf thou againe ſay yes.", "Mef. He's married Madam.", "Cleo. The gods confound thee,", "Doſt thou hold there ſtill", "Mef. Should I lye Madam ?", "Cleo. Oh, I would thou didſt :", "So halſe my Egypt were ſubmerg'd and made", "A Cætterne for iſcal'd Snakes. Go get thee hence,", "Had it thou Narciſſus in thy face, to me", "Thou wouldſt appeare mol't ugly: He is married?", "Mef. I crave your highneſſe pardon.", "Cleo. He is married ?", "Mef. Take no offence, that I would not offend you;\nTo puniſh me for what you make me doe,", "Seemes much unequall: he's married to Oſtavia.", "Cleo. Oh that his ſault ſhould make a knave of thee,\nThat art not what thou art ſure of. Get thee hence,", "The Merchandize which thou haſt brought from Rome", "Areall to deere for me :", "Lye they upon thy hand, and be undone by em.", "Char. Good your highneſſe patience.", "Cleo. In praying Anthony, I have diſpraſ'd Cæſar.", "Char. Many times Madam.", "Cleo. I am paid for't now: lead me from hence,\nI faint, oh Irae, Charming : it is no matter.", "Go to the fellow, good Alexas, bid him", "Report the feature of Oſtavia: her yeares,", "Her inclination, let him not leave out", "The colour of her haire. Bring me word quickly.", "Let him for ever goe, let him not Charming,", "Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,", "The other wayes a Mars. Bid you Alexas", "Bring me word, how tall he is: pitty me Charming,", "But do not ſpeake to me. Lead me to my Chamber.", "Exsunt.", "Enter Pompey, at one doorre with Drum and Trumpet: at an-\nother Cæſar, Lepidus, Anthony, Enobarbus, Mecenas,\nAgrippa, Menas with Souldiers Marching.", "Pom. Your Hoffages I have, ſo have you mine:", "And we haſt talke before we fight.", "Cæſar. Mol't meete that firſt we come to words,", "And therefore have we", "Our written purpofes before us ſent,", "Which if thou haſt confidered, let us know,", "If't will tie up thy diſcontented Sword", "And carry backe to Sicily much tall youth,", "That eſle much periſh here.", "Pom. To you all three,", "The Senators alone of this great world,", "Chieſe Factors for the Gods. I do not know,", "Wherefore my Father ſhould revengers want,", "Having a Sonne and Friends, ſince Inſuus Cæſar,", "Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghoſted,", "There ſaw you labouring for him. What was't", "That mov'd pale Caffius to confpire? And what", "Mad the all-honor'd, honest Romane Brutus,", "With the arm'd reſt, Courtiers of beauroſous freedom,", "To drench the Capitoll, but that they would", "Have one man but a man, and that is it", "Hath made me rigge my Navies. At whose burthen,", "The anger'd Ocean fomes, with which I meant", "To courage th'ingratitude, that deſpightfull Rome\nCaſon my Noble Father.", "Cæſar. Take your time.", "Ant. Thou cauſt not fear us Pompey with thy failes,\nWeele ſpeake with thee at Sea. At land thou know'ſt\nHow much we do o're-count thee.", "Pom. At Land indeed", "Thou doſt orecount me of my fathers houſe.", "But ſince the Cookoo buildes not for himſelfe,", "Remaine in't as thou maſt,", "Lepi. Be pleas'd to tell us;", "(For this is from the prefent now you talke)", "The offers we have ſent you,", "Cæſar. There's the point.", "Ant. Which do not be entreated to,", "But waigh what it is worth embrac'd.", "Cæſar. And what may follow to try a larger Fortune.", "Pom. You have made me offer", "Of Sicily, Sardinian: and I muſt", "Rid all the Sea of Pirats. Then, to fend", "Meaſures of W hate to Rome: this greed upon,", "To part with unhacket edges, and beare backe", "Our Targes undinted.", "Omnès. That's our offer.", "Pom. Know then I came before you heere,\nA man prepar'd", "To take this offer. But Mark Anthony,", "Put me to ſome impatience : though I looke", "The prieſe of it by telling. You muſt know", "When Cæſar and your Brother were at blows,", "Your Mother came to Sicily, and did finde", "Her welcome friendly.", "Ant. I have heard it Pompey,", "And am well ſtudied for a liberall thankes,", "Which I do owe you.", "Pom. Let me have your hand :", "I did not thinke Sir, to have met you heere,", "Ant. The beds i'th' Eaſt are ſoft, and thankses to you,", "That call'd me timelier then my purpofe hither:", "For I have gained by't.", "Cæſar. Since I faw you laſt, ther's a change upon you.", "Pom. Well, I know not,", "What counts harſh Fortune cauſe upon my face,", "But in my boſome ſhall ſhe never come,", "To make my heart a vailleable.", "Lep. Well met heere.", "Pom. I hope ſo Lepidus, thus we are agreed :", "I crave our compofition may be written", "And ſeal'd betweene us,", "Cæſar. That's the next to doe.", "Pom. Weele ſeaſt each other, ere we part, and lett's", "Draw lots who ſhall begin.", "Antb. That will I Pompey.", "Pompey. No Anthony take the lot: but firſt or laſt,\nyour fine Egyptian cookerie ſhall have the fame. I have\nheard that Inſuus Cæſar, grew ſac with ſeaſting there.", "Antb. You have heard much.", "Pom. I have ſaire meaning Sir.", "Ant. And ſaire words to them.", "Pom. Then ſo much have I heard.", "And I have heard Apollodorus carried—", "Eno. No more that: he did ſo.", "Pom. What I pray you?", "Eno. A certaine Queene to Cæſar in a Materice.", "Pom. I know thee now, how far't thou Souldier?", "Eno. Well, and well am like to doe, for I perceive", {"bbox": [788, 1341, 833, 1359

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Rife from thy stoole.

Pom. I thinke th'art mad : the matter ?

Men. I have ever held my cap off to thy Fortunes.

Pom. Thou haft Ierv'd me with much faith: what's
effet to say? Be jolly Lords.

Amb. Thefe Quicke-fands Lepidus,

Keepe off them, for you finke.

Men. Wilt thou be Lord of all the world?

Pom. What faift thou ?

Men. Wilt thou be Lord of the whole world?

That's twice.

Pom. How should that be ?

Mau, But entertaine it, and though thou thinke mee
poore, I am the man will give thee all the world.

Pom. Haft thou drunke well.

Men. No Pompey, I have kept me from the cup,
Thou art if thou dar't be, the earthly love :

What ere the Ocean pales, or skie inclippes,
I thine, if thou wilt ha't.

Pom. Shew me which way ?

Mau. Thefe three world-sharers, thefe Competitors
Are in thy veflell. Let me cut the Cable.

And when we are put off, fall to their throates :
All there is thine.

Pom. Ah, this thou shouldst have done,

And not have spoke on't. In me tis villanie,
In thee, it had bin good ſervice: thou muſt know,
Tis not my profit that does lead mine Honour :

Mine Honour is, Repent that ere thy tongue,
Hath ſo be traide thine act. Being done unknowne,
I should have found it afterwards well done:
But muſt condemne it now: deſift, and drinke.

Men. For this I lie never follow

Thy paul'd Fortunes more,

Who feekes and will not take, when once tis off'd,
Shall never finde it more.

Pom. This health to Lepidus.

Ant. Beare him a ſhore,
Ile pledge it for him Pompey,

Eno. Heere's to thee Menas.

Men. Enobarbus, welcome.

Pom. Fill till the cup be hid.

Eno. There's a ſtrang Fellow Menas.

Men. Why ?

Eno. A beares the third part of the world man: feeſt
not ?

Men. The third part, then he is drunk: would it were
all, that it might go on wheeles.

Eno. Drinke thou: enc CONFEST theREEs.

Men. Come.

Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian Feaſt.

Ant. It ripens towards it: ſtrike the Vesselles hoa.

Heere's to Cæsar.

Cæsar. I could well forbear't, its monſtrous labour
when I waſh my braine, and it growes fouler.

Ant. Be a Child o' th'time.

Cæsar. Poffeſſe it, Ile make anwer: but I had rather
ſaſt from all, ſoure dayes, then drinke ſo much in one.

Enob. Ha my brave Emperor, I shall we daunce now
the Egyptian Bachanals, and celebrate our drinke ?

Pom. Lets ha't good Souldier.

Ant. Come, let's all take hands,
Till that the conquering Wine hath ſteept our ſenſe,
In ſoft and delicate Lethe.

Eno. All take hands :

Make battery to our cares with the loud Mufſike,

The while, Ile place you, then the Boy I shall ſing.

The holding every man ſhall beate as loud.

As his ſtrong fides can volly.

Mufſike Player. Enobarbus places them hand in hand.

The Song.

Come thou Monarch of the Vine,

Plumpie Bacchus with pinke cyne :

In thy Fattes our Cares be droun'd.

With thy Grapes onr haires be Crown'd.

Cup us till the world go round,

Cup us till the world go round.

Cef. What would you more ?

Pompey goodnight. Good Brother

Let me requeſt you of our graver buſineſſe.

Frownes at this levitie, Gentle Lords let's part,

You fee we have burnt our cheeke. Strong Enobar be
Is weaker then the Wine, and mine owne tongue

Spleets what it ſpeakes : the wide diſguife hath almoſt

Antickt us all. What needs more words? goodnight.

Good Anthony your hand.

Pom. Ile try you on the ſhore.

Amb. And ſhall Sir, gives your hand.

Pom. Oh Anthony, you have my Fathers house.

But what, we are Friends ?

Come downe into the Boaſe,

Eno. Take heed you fall not Menas; Ile not on ſhore,

No to my Cabin: theſe Drummes,

Theſe Trumpets, Flutes : what

Let Neptune heare, we bid aloud farewell

To thefe great Fellowes. Sound and be hang'd, found out.

Sonnd a Florish with Drummes,

Enob. Hoo faies a there's my Cap.

Mett. Hoa, Noble Captaine, come.

Exeunt.

Enter Ventidius as it were in a triumph, the dead body of
Pacorus borne before him.

Ven. Now darting Parthia art thou ſtroke and now
Pleaſ'd Fortune does of Marcus Craſſus death

Make me revenger. Beare the Kings Sonnes body,

Before our Army, thy Pacorus Orades,

Payes this for Marcus Craſſus.

Romane. Noble Ventidius,

Whilt yet with Parthian blood thy Sword is warme,
The Fugitive Parthians follow. Spurne through Media,
Mefapotamia, and the ſhelters, whither

The routed flie. So thy grand Captaine Anthony
Shall fet thee on triumphant Chariots, and
Put Garlands on thy head.

Ven. Oh Silius, Silius,

I have done enough. A lower palce, note well
May make too great an act. For Iearne this Silius,

Better to leave undone, then by our deed

Acquire too high a Fame, when him we ferue saway.

Cæsar and Anthony, have ever wonne

More in their officer, then perſon. Soffins

One of my place in Syria, his Lieutenant,

For quicke accumulation of renowne,

Which he atchiv'd by th' minute, loft his favour.

Who does it? Warres more then his Captaine can,
Becomes his Captaines Captaine: and Ambition
(The Souldiers vertue) rather makes choife of loſſe
Then gaine, which darkens him.

I could doe more to doe Anthonius good,

But 'twould offend him. And in his offence,

Should

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The Fellow ha's good judgement,

Char. Excellent.

Cleo. Gueffe at her yeares, I prythee.

Mef. Madam, she was a widow.

Cleo. Widdow ? Charmian, hearke.

Mef. And I do thinke she's thirtie.

Cle. Bear it thou her face in mind ? is't long or round?

Mef. Round, even to faultineſſe.

Cle. For the moſt part too, they are foolish that are
ſo. Her haire what colour ?

Mef. Browne Madam: and her forehead

Aslow as she would with it,

Cleo. There's Gold for thee,

Thou muſt not take my former ſharpeneſſe ill,
I will employ thee backe againe : I find thee
Moft fit for buſineſſe. Go, make thee ready,
Our Letters are prepar'd.

Char. A proper man.

Cleo. Indeed he is ſo : I repent me much

That ſo I harried him. Why me think's by him,

This Creature's no ſuch thing.

Char. Nothing Madam.

Cle. The man hath ſeene ſome Majefty, and ſhould
know.

Char. Hath he ſeene Majeftie ? Ifs ſelfe defend: and
lervingly you ſo long.

Cleo. I have one thing more to aske him yet good Char-
mian: but is't no matter, thou ſhalt bring him to me where
I will write; all may be well enough.

Char. I warrant you Madam.

Exeunt.

Enter Anthony and Oſtavias.

Ant. Nay, may Oſtavias, not onely that,

That were excuſable, that and thoulands more

Of ſemblable import, but he hath wag'd

New Warres' gainſt Pompey, Made his will, and read it,
To publike care, I ploke ſcantly of me;

When perſorce he could not

But pay me tearmes of Honour, cold and fickly

He vented them moſt narrow meaſures lent me,

When the beſt hint was given him : he had lookt',
Or did it from his teeth.

Oſtavi. Oh my good Lord,

Beleve not all, or if you muſt beleeve,

Stomacke not all. A more unhappy Lady,

If this divination chance, ne're ſood betweene

Praying for both parts :

The good Gods will mocke me preſently,

When I ſhall pray : oh bleſſe my Lord and husband,

Vndo that prayer: by crying out as loud,

Oh bleſſe my Brother. Husband winne, winne Brother,

Prayes, and diſtroyes the prayer, no midway

Twixt theſe extreames at all.

Ant. Gentle Oſtavias,

Let your beſt love draw to that point which ſeeke's

Belt to preſerve it: if I lloofe mine Honour,

I lloofe my ſelfe: better I were not yours

Then yours ſo branchleſſe. But as you requeſted,

Your ſelfe ſhall go between's, the meane time Lady,
Ileraife the preparation of a Warre

Shall ſtaine your Brother, make your ſooneſt haſt

So your deſires are yours.

Oſla. Thanks to my Lord,

The Iove of Power make me moſt weake, moſt weake,

Your reconciler : Warres twixt you twaine would be,

As if the world ſhould cleave, and that ſlaine men

Should loader up the Riſt.

Anth. When it appears to you where this begins,
Turne your diſpleasure that way, for our faults
Can never be ſequall, that your love
Can equally moove with them. Provide your going,
Choose your owne companie, and command what coſt
Your heart has mind to.

Enter Enobarbus, and Eros.

Eno. How now friend Eros?

Eros. There's aſtrange Newes come Sir.

Eno. What man?

Ero. Cefar & Lepidus have made Warre upon Pompey.

Euo. This is old, what is the ſucceffe ?

Eros. Cefar having made uſe of him in the warres gainſt Pompey: preſently denied him rivalitie, would not let him partake in the glory of action, and not reſting here, accuſes him of Letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey. Upon his owne appeale ſeizes him, to the poore third is up, till death enlarge his Conſine.

Eno. Then would thou had it a paire of Chaps no more,
and throw betweene them all the food thou haſt, they'le
grinde the other. Where's Anthony ?

Eros. He's walking in the garden thus, and ſpurnes

The rulſ that lies before him. Cries Foole Lepidus,

And threatens the throat of that his Officer,

That murdred Pompey,

Eno. Our great Navies rig'd.

Eros. For Italy and Cefar, more Dovitius,
My Lord deſires you preſently : my Newes
I might have told heareafter.

Eno. I will be naught, but let it be: bring me to Anthony,

Eros. Come Sir.

Exeunt.

Enter Agrippa, Mecenas, and Cefar.

Cefar. Contemning Rome he ha's done all this, & more

In Alexandria: heeres the manner of it:

Ith Market-place on a Tribunall ſilverd

Cleopatra and himſelfe in Chaires of Gold

Were publikely enthrond : at the feet ſat
Cefarion whom they call my father Sonne,

And all the unlawfull iſſue, that their laſt

Since then hath made betweene them. Vnto her,

Hegave the ſtablishment of Egypt, made her

Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, abſolute Queene.

Meece. This is the publike eye ?

Cefar. Ith common ſhew place where they exerciſe,

His Sonnes hither proclaimed the King of Kings,

Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia

He gave to Alexander. To Ptolomy he aſſign'd,

Syria, Silicia, and Phoenicia: ſhe

In that abiliments of the Goddette Ifis

That day appeard, and oſt before gave audience,

As tis reported, to.

Meece. Let Rome be thus inform'd.

Agri. Who queazie with his inſolence already,

Will their good thoughts call from him.

Cefar. The people knowes it,

And have now receivd his accuſations.

Agri. Whom does he accuſe ?

Cefar. Cefar, and that having in Sicily

Sextus Pompinus ſpold, we had not rated him

His part o' th' Iſle. Then does he ſay, he lent me

Some ſhipping unreſtord. Laſtly he frets

That Lepidus of the Triumvirate, ſhould be depos'd,

And being that, we detaine all his Revenue.

Agri. Sir, this should be anſwerd.

Cefar. Tis done already, and his Meſſenger gone:

I have told him Lepidus was growne too cruell,

That

["The Tragedie of", "374", "That his high Authority abus'd,\nAnd did deferve his chance for what I have conquer'd,\nI grant him part: but then in his Armenia,\nAnd other of his conquer'd Kingdomes, I demand the like\nMec. Hee'l never yeeld to that.", "Cef. Nor muft not then be yeelded to in this.", "Enter Oſtavia with her Traine.", "Oſt. Haile Caſar, and my L. haile moſt deere Cæſor.\nCaſar. That ever I ſhould call thee Caſt-away.", "Oſt. You have not call'd me ſo, nor have you caufe.", "Cef. Why haſt thou toſolne upon me thus? you came not Like Caſars Sifter, The wife of Anthony", "Should have an Army for an Vſher, and", "The neighes of horſe to tell of her approach,\nLong ere he did appeare, The trees by't' way", "Should have borne men, and expectation fainted", "Longing for what it had not. Nay, the duſt", "Should have aſcended to the Rooſe of Heaven,", "Rais'd by your populous Troopes: But you are come", "A Market-maid to Rome, and have prevented", "The oſtentation of our love; which left unſhewne,", "Is often left unlovd: we should have met you", "By Sea, and Land, ſupplying every Stage", "With an augmented greeting.", "Oſt. Good my Lord,", "To cometh was I not conſtrain'd, but did it", "On my free-will. My Lord Marke Anthony,", "Hearing that you prepar'd for Warre, acquainted", "My greeving eare withall: whereon I begg'd", "His pardon for returne.", "Caſ. Which foone he granted,", "Being an abſtraet twene his Luſt, and him,", "Oſt. Do not ſay ſo, my Lord.", "Caſ. I have eyes upon him.", "And his affaires come to me on the wind: where is henow?", "Oſt. My Lord, in Athens.", "Caſ. No my moſt wronged Sifter, Cleopatra", "Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his Empire", "Vp to a Whore, who now are levying", "The Kings o'th' earth for Warre. He hath aſſembled,", "Bochus the King of Lybia, Archiblaus", "Of Cappadocia, Philadelphia King", "Of Paphlagonia: the Thracian King Adullas,", "King Mauchus of Arabia, King of Pont,", "Herod of lewry, Mitridates King", "Of Comageat, Polemen and Amnates.", "The King of Mede, and Lycaonia,", "With a more larger Lift of Scepters.", "Oſt. Aye me moſt wretched,", "That have my heart parted betwixt two Friends,", "That doe affluct each other. (breaking forth", "Caſ. Welcom hither, your letters did with-holde our\nTill we perceiv'd both how you were wronged led,\nAnd we in negligent danger: cheere your heart.", "Be you not troubled with the time which drives", "O're your content, theſe ſtrong neceſſities,", "But let determin'd things to deltinie", "Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome:", "Nothing more deere to me. You are abus'd", "Beyond the marke of thought: and the high Gods", "To doe you Inſtice, make his Minifters", "Of us, and thofe that love you. Beſt of comfort,", "And ever welcome to us. Agrip. Welcome Lady.", "Mec. Welcome deere Madam,", "Each heartin' Rome does love and pitty you,", "Onely th'adulterous Anthony, moſt large", "In his abhominations, turnes you off,", "And gives his potent Regiment to a Trull", "That noyſes it againſt us.", "Oſt. Is it ſo fir?", "Caſ. Moſt certaine: Sifter welcome; pray you\nBe ever knowne to patience. My deer't Sifter. Exeunt.", "Iuſter Cleopatra, and Enobarbus.", "Cleo. I will be even with thee: doubt it not.", "Oſt. But why, why, why?", "Cleo. Thou haſt foreſpoke my being in theſe warres,\nAnd ſay it is not ſit.", "Oſt. Well: is it, is it?", "Cleo. If not, denounc'd againſt us, why ſhould not we\nbe there in perſon.", "Oſt. Well, I could reply: if wee ſhould ſerve with\nHorſe and Mares together, the Horſe were meerly loſt:\nthe Mares would beare a Soldiour and his Horſe.", "Cleo. What is't you ſay?", "Oſt. Your prefent needs muſt puzle Anthony,\nTake from his heart, take from his Braine, from's time,\nWhat ſhould not then be iſar'd. He is already\nTraduc'd for Levity, and 'tis ſaid in Rome,\nThat Photinus an Eunuch, and your Maides\nMannage this warre.", "Cleo. Sinke Rome, and their tongues rot\nThat (peake againſt us. A Charge we beare i'th' Warre,\nAnd as the prefident of my Kingdome will\nAppeare there for a man. Speake not againſt it,\nI will not ſtay behinde.", "Enter Anthony and Camidius.", "Oſt. Nay! I have done, here comes the Emperor.", "Ant. Is it not ſtrange Camidius,\nThat from Tarentum, and Brundufium,\nHe could ſo quickly cut the Ionian Sea,\nAnd take in Toryne. You have heard on't (Sweet?)", "Cleo. Celerity is never more admir'd", "Then by the negligent.", "Ant. A good rebuke,\nWhich might have well becom'd the beſt of men", "To taunt at ſlackneſſe. Camidius, we,", "Will fight with him by Sea", "Cleo. By Sea, what elfe?", "Cam. Why will my Lord do ſo?", "Ant. For that he dares us to't.", "Oſt. So hath my Lord, dar'd him to ſingle fight,\nCam. I, and to wage this Battell at Pharflalia,\nWhere Caſar fought with Pompey. But theſe offers\nWhich ſerve not for his vantage, he ſhakes off,\nAnd ſo should you.", "Enob. Your ſhippes are not well man'd,\nYour Marriners are Muliters, Reapers, people\nIngroft by ſwift Impreſſe. In Caſars Fleete,\nAre thofe, that often have 'gainſt Pompey fought,\nTheir ſhippes are yare, yours heavy: no diſgrace\nShall fall you for refusing him at Sea,\nBeing prepar'd for Land.", "Ant. By Sea, by Sea.", "Oſt. Moſt worthy Sir, you therein throw away\nThe abſolute Soldierhip you have by Land\nDiſtraet your Armie, which doth moſt conſift\nOf Warre-markt-footemen, leave unexecuted\nYour ownerenied knowledge, quite forgoe\nThe way which promifes affurance, and\nGive up your ſelfe meerly to chance and hazard,\nFrom firme Security.", "Ant. Ile fight at Sea.", "Cleo.", "Cleo. I\nAnt. C", "And with", "Beate th' and", "We then", "Thy buſi", "Mef.", "Caſar ha'", "Ant. C", "Strange t'", "Our ninet", "And our t", "Away m", "How now", "Soul. C", "Truft not", "This Sw", "And the P", "Have us", "And fight", "Ant. V", {"bbox": [1122, 560, 1176, 581],

["The Tragedie of", "376", "Leave me, I pray a little: pray you now,", "Nay do to: for indeed I have a loft command,", "Therefore I pray you, Ile see you by and by. Sits downe.", "Enter Cleopatra led by Charmian and Eros.", "Eros. Nay gentle Madam, to him, comfort him.", "Iras. Do moft deere Queene.", "Char. Doe, why, what else ?", "Cleo. Let me fit downe : Oh Iune.", "Ant. No, no, no, no, no.", "Eros. See you heere, Sir ?", "Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie.", "Char. Madam.", "Iras. Madam, oh good Emprefle.", "Eros. Sir, fir.", "Ant. Yes my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept", "His word e'ne like a dancer, while I trooke", "The leane and wrinkled Cassius, and'twas I", "I hat the mad Brutus ended: he alone", "Dealt on Lieutenantry, and no practice had", "In the brave squares of Warre : yet now : no matter,", "Cleo. Ah stand by.", "Eros. The Queene my Lord, the Queene.", "Iras. Go to him, Madam, I'peake to him,", "Hee is unqualified with very flame.", "Cleo. Well then, suftaine me : Oh.", "Eros. Moft Noble Sir arife, the Queene approaches,", "Her head's declin'd, and death will seize her, but", "Your comfort makes the rescue.", "Ant. I have offended Reputation ;", "A moft unnoble fwerving.", "Eros. Sir, the Queene.", "Ant, Oh whither haft thou led me Ægypt, fee", "How I convey my flame, out of thine eyes,", "By looking backe what I have left behinde", "Stroy'd in difhonor.", "Cleo. Oh my Lord, my Lord;", "Forgive my fear full fayles, I little thought", "You would have followed.", "Ant. Ægypt, thou knew'ft too well,", "My heart was to thy Rudder tyed by 'th' strings,", "And thou should't flowe me after, O're my spirit", "The full SUPremacie thou knew'ft, and that", "Thy becke, might from the bidding of the Gods", "Command me.", "Cleo. Oh my pardon.", "Ant. Now I muft", "To the young man fend humble Treaties, dodge", "And palter in the shifts of lownes, who", "With half the bulke o'th' world plaid as I pleas'd,", "Making, and marring Fortunes. You did know", "How much you were my Conqueror, and that", "My fword, made weake by my affection, would", "Obey it on all caufe.", "Cleo. Pardon, pardon.", "Ant. Fall not a teare I fay, one of them rates", "All that is wonne and loft: Give me a kiffle,", "Even this repayes.", "We fent our Schoole mafter, is a come backe ?", "Love I am full of Lead : fome Wine", "Within there, and our Viands: Fortune knowes,", "We corne her moft, when moft she offers blows. Excuse", "Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, and Dollabella, with others.", "Cef. Let him appeare that's com for Anthony.", "Know you him.", "Dolla. Cæsar, tis his Schoolemafter,", "An argument that he is pluckt, when hither", "He fends to poore a Pinnion of his Wing,", "Which had ſuperfluous Kings for Mefengers,", "Not many Moones gone by.", "Enter Ambassador from Anthony.", "Cæsar. Approach, and I'peake,", "Amb. Such as I am I come from Anthony :", "I was of late as petty to his euds,", "As is the Morne-dew on the Mertle leafe", "To his grand Sea.", "Cef. Bee't to, declare thine office.", "Amb. Lord of his Fortunes he falutes thee, and", "Requires to live in Ægypt, which not granted", "He Leffens his requeſts, and to thee ſnes", "To let him breath betweene the Heavens and Earth", "A private man in Athens : this for him.", "Next, Cleopatra does confefle thy greatneſſe:", "Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves", "The Circle of the Ptolemyes for her heyres,", "Now hazarded to thy Gace.", "Cef. For Anthony,", "I have no eares to his requeſt. The Queene,", "Of Audience, nor Define ſhall faile, ſo the", "From Ægypt drive her all-diſgraced Friend,", "Or take his life there. This if he performe,", "She ſhall not ſue unheard. So to them both.", "Amb. Fortune purſue thee.", "Cef: Bring him through the Bands :", "To try thy Eloquence, now 'tis time, dilpatch,", "From Anthony winne Cleopatra, promife", "And in our Name, when ſhe requires, adde more", "From thine invention, offers. Women are not", "In their beſt Fortunes ſtrong; but want will perire", "The ne're touch'd Veſtall. Try thy canning Thidias,", "Make thine owne Edict for thy paines, which we", "Will anſwer as a Law.", "Thid. Cæsar, I go.", "Cef. Obſerve how Anthony becomes his flaw,", "And what thou thinkeſt his very Action ſpeakes", "In every power that mooves.", "Thid. Cæsar, I ſhall.", "Excent.", "Enter Cleopatra, Enebarbus, Charmian, & Irae.", "Cleo. What ſhall we do, Enebarbus ?", "Eno. Thinke, and dye.", "Cleo. Is Anthony, or we in fault for this?", "Eno. Anthony onely, that would make his will", "Lord of his Reafon. What though you ſled,", "From that great face of Warre, whoſe ſeverall ranges", "Frighted each other? Why ſhould he follow ?", "The itch of his Affection ſhould not then", "Have nickt his Captain-ſhip, at ſuch a point,", "When half to half the world oppos'd, he being", "The meered queſtion? Tis a ſhame no leſſe", "Then was his loffe, to courſe your flying Flagges,", "And leave his Navy gazing.", "Cleo. Prythe peace.", {"bbox":

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Ant. To him againe,tell him he weares the Rofe
Of youth upon him: from which, the world should note
Something particular: His Coyne,Ships,Legions,
May be a Cowards, whose Minifters would prevaile
Under the service of a childe,as foone
Asi'ch'Command of Cæsar. I dare him therefore
To Lay his gay comparions a-part
And anfwer me declin'd,word againſt ſword,
Our ſelves alone ; Ile write it, Follow me.

Eno. Yes, like enough : hye-battell'd Cæsar will
Vnſtate his happineſſe,and be Stag'd to'ch'ſhow
Againſt a Sworder. I fee mens judgements are
A parcell of their Fortunes,and things outward
Doe draw the inward quality after them
To ſuffer all alike,that he should dreame,
Knowing all meaſures,the full Cæsar will
Anſwer his emptineſſe; Cæsar thou haſt subdude
His judegement too.

Enter a Servant.

Ser. A Meſſenger from Cæsar.

Cleo. What no more Ceremony ? See my Women,
Against the blowe Rofe may they ſtop their noſe,
That kneel'd unto the Buds. Admit him fir.

Enob. Mine honefly, and I,begin to ſquare,
The Loyalty well held to Fooles,does make
Our Faith meere Folly : yet he that can endure
To follow with Allegiance a falne Lord,
Does conquer him that did his Maſter conquer,
And earnes a place i'th'Story.

Enter Thidine.

Cleo. Cæſars will.

Thid. Hare it apart.

Cleo. None but friends : ſay boldly:

Thid. So haply are they friends to Anthony.

Enob. He needs as many (fir) as Cæsar has.
Or needs not us. If Cæsar pleale, our Maſter
Will leape to be his friend : For as you know,
Whoe he is, we are, and that is Cæsar's.

Thid. So. Thus then thou moſt renown'd, Cæsar intreats
Not to confider in what cafe thou ſtandſt
Further than he is Cæsar.

Cleo. Goe on, right Royall.

Thid. He knowes that you embrace not Anthony
As you did love, bnt as you feared him.

Cleo. Oh.

Thid. The ſeaſars upon your honour therefore he
Does pitty, as conſtrained: I lemiſhes,
Notas deſerved.

Cleo. He is a god,

And knowes what is moſt right. Mine honeur
Was not yeelded, but conquer'd merely.

Enob. To be ſure of that, I will aske Anthony.
Sir, fir, thou art to leaky
That we muſt leave thee thy ſinking, for
Thy deareft quit thee.

Thid. Shall I ſay to Cæsar?

What you require of him : for he partly begges
To be deſir'd to give. It much would pleghe him,
That of his fortunes you ſhould make a ſtaffe
To leane upon. But it would warme his ſpirits
To heare from me you had left Anthony,
And put your ſelſe under his ſhrowd, the vniverſall

Cleo. What's your name ?
Thid. My name is Thidias.
Cleo. Moſt kinde Meſſenger,
Say to great Cæsar this in diſpensation:

(Landland.

I kiffes his conqu'ring hand: Tell him, I am prompt
To lay my Crowne at's feet, and there to kneele.
Tell him from his all-obeying breath, I heare
The doome of Egypt.

Thid. Tis your nobleſt courſe :
Wifedome and Fortune combatting together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may ſhake it. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your hand.

Cleo. Your Cæſars Father oft,
(When he hath mus'd of taking kingdomes in)
Beſtow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
As it rain'd kiffes

Enter Anthony and Enobarbus.

Ant. Favours? By Iove that thunders. What art thou
Thid. One that but performs
The bidding of the ſulleſt man, and worthieſt
To have command obeyde.

Enob. You will be whipt.

Ant. Approch there: ah you Kite. Now gods & divels,
Authority melts from me of late. When I cride hoa,
Like Boyes unto a muſſe. Kings would ſtart forth,
And cry your will. Have you no eares?

I am Anthony yet. Take hence this Iacke and whip him.
Enter a Servant.

Enob. Tis better playing with a Lyons whelpes,
Than with an old one dying.

Ant. Moone and Starres,

Whip him : wert twenty of the greatest Tributaries
That doe acknowledge Cæsar, ſhould I finde them
So fawcy with the hand of the here, what's her name
Since the was Cleopatra ? Whip him Fellowes,
Till like a Boy you fee him crinidge his face,
And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.

Thid. Marke Anthony.

Ant. Tugge him away : being whipt,
Bring him againe, the Iacke of Cæſars ſhall
Beare us an arrant to him.

Exeunt with Thidias.

You were halfe blaſted ere I knew you : Ha ?
Have I my pillow left unpreſt in Rome,
Forborne the getting of a law ſull Race,
And by a Iem of Women, to be abuſſde
By one that lookes on Feeders ?

Cleo. Good my Lord.

An. You have beene a boggeler ever,
But when we in our viciouſe ſtyle grew hard
(Oh milery ont) the wife gods ſeele our eyes
In our owne filth, drop our cleere judgements, make us
Adore our errourſ, laugh ats while we ſtrut
To our confusion,

Cleo. Oh, ist come to this?

Ant. I found you as a Morſell, cold upon
Dead Cæſars Trencher : Nay, you were a Fragment
Of Cneius Pompeyes, besides what hotter houres
Vnregiſtred in vulgar ſame, you have
Luxuriously pickt out. For I am ſure,
Though you can gueſſe what Temperance ſhould be,
You know not what it is.

Cleo. Wherefore is this?

Ant. To let a Fellow that will take rewards,
And ſay, God quit you, be familiar with
My play-fellow, your hand; this Kingely Seale,
And plightler of high hearts. O that I were
Upon the Hill of Baſan, to out-roare
The horned Heard, for I have Savage cauſe,
And to proclaime it civilly, were like

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The Tragedy of

A halter'd necke, which does the Hangman thankes,
For being yare about him. Is he whipt?

*Enter a Servant with Thisias.*

Ser. Scoundly my Lord.

Ant. Cryed he ? and begg'd a Pardon ?

Ser. He did aske favour.

Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent
Thou waft not made his daughter, and be thou forry
To follow *Cæsar* in his triumph, since
Thou haft been whipt. For following him, henceforth
The white hand of a Lady Feaver thee,
Shake to looke on't. Get thee backe to *Cæsar*,
Tell him thy entertainment: looke thou fay
He makes me angry with him. For he feemes
Proud and difdainfull, harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,
And at this time moft caufie to doot:
When my good ſtarres, that were my former guides
Have empty left their Orbes, and ſhot their Fires
Into the Abifme of Hell. If he millike,
My ſpeech, and what is done, tell him he has
*Hiparchus*, my enfranched Bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he ſhall like to quit me. Vrge it thou :
Hence with thy ſtripes, be gone.

*Exeunt Thid.*

Cleo. Have you done yet?

Ant. Alacke our Terene Moone is now Eclipſt.

And it portends alone the fall of *Anthony*.

Cleo. I muſt ſtay his time?

Ant. To flatter *Cæsar*, would you mingle eyes
With one that tyes his poynts.
Cleo. Not know me yet ?
Ant. Cold-hearted toward me ?
Cleo. Ah (Deere) if I be ſo,
From my cold heart, let heaven ingender haile,
And poyſon it in the fourſe, and the firſt ſtone
Drop in my necke : as it determines ſo
Diffolve my life, the next *Cæſarian* ſmile,
Till by degrees the memory of my wombe,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the diſcandering of this pelletted ſtorme,
Lye graveleſſe, till the Flies and Gnats of Nyle
Have buried them for prey.

Ant. I am ſatistied :

*Cæsar* lets downe in Alexandria, where
I will oppofe his Fate. Our force by land,
Hath nobly held, and fever'd Navy too
Have knit againe, and Fleet, threatening moſt Sea-like.
Where haſt thou beene my heart ? Doſt thou heare Lady?
If from the field I ſhall returne once more
To kitle theſe lips, I will appeare in blood,
I, and my Sword, will came my Chronicle,
Thereſe hope in't yet.

Cleo. That's my brave Lord.

Ant. I will be trebble-finewed, hearted, breath'd,
And fight maliciously : for when mine houres
Were nice and lucky, men did ranſome lives
Of me for jefts : but now, Ile fet my teeth,
And fend to darkneſſe all that ſtop me. Come,
Lets have one other gawdy night: Call to me
All my ſad Captaines, fill our Bowles once more :
Lets mocke the midnight Bell.

Cleo. It is my Birth-daye,

I had thought I have held it poore. But ſince my Lord
Is *Anthony* againe, I will be *Cleopatra*.

Ant. We will yet doe well.

Cleo. Call all his Noble Captaines to my Lord,

Ant. Doe ſo, wee'l ſpeak to them,
And to night Ile force
The Wine peepe through their skarres.
Come on (my Queene)
Theres ſap in't yet. The next time I doe fight
Ile make death love me : for I will contend
Even with his ſeftilent Sythe*

*Exeunt.*

Enob. Now he'll out-flare the Lightning, to be furious
I to be frighted out of ſeare, and in that moode
The Dove will pecke the Eſtridge ; and I ſee ſtill
A diminution in our Captaines braine,
Reſtores his heart; when valour prayes in reaſon,
It eates the Sword it fights with: I will ſeeke
Some way to leave him.

*Exeunt.*

*Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, and Messenas with his Army, Cæsar reading a Letter.*

Cæs. He cals me Boy, and chides as he had power
To beat me out of Egypt. My Meſlenger
He hath whipt with Rods, dares me to perſonall Combat.
*Cæsar* to *Anthony*: let the old Ruffian know,
I have many other wayes to dye: meane time
Laugh at this Challenge.

Mose. *Cæsar* muſt thinke,
When one to great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Make boot of his diſtraſion: Never anger
Made good guard for it ſelfe.
Cæs. Let our beſt heads know,
That to morrow, the laſt of many Battailes
We meane to fight. Within our ſiles there are,
Of thatſe who ſerv'd Marke *Anthony* but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it done,
And ſeak the Army, we have ſtore to doot,
And they have earn'd the waſte. Poore *Anthony*, *Exeunt*.

*Enter Anthony and Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Irae, Alexas, with others.*

Ant. He will not fight with me, *Domitian*?

Enob. No?

Ant. Why ſhould he not?

Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
He is twenty men to one.

Ant. To morrow ſouldier,

By Sea and Land Ile fight : or I will live,
Or bathe my dying honour in the blood,
Shall make it live againe. Woo't thou fight well-

Enob. Ile ſtrike, and cry, take all.

Ant. Well ſaid, come on :
Call forth my household ſervants, lets to night
Enter three or foure Servitours.

Be bountions at our Meale. Give me thy hand,
Thou haſt been rightly honeſt, to haſt thou,
Thou, and thou, and thou: you have ſerv'd me well,
And Kings have beene your feolowes.

Cleo. What means this?

En. Tis one of that ſoſe odde tricks which ſorrow ſhoots
Out of the mind.

Ant. And thou art honeſt too :
I wifh I could be made ſo many men,
And all of you clapt up together, in
An *Anthony*: that I might doe you ſervice,
So good as you have done.

*Omnès.*

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Omnès. The gods forbid.

Ant. Well, my good Fellows, wait on me to night:
Scant not my Cups, and make as much of me
As when mine Empire was your Fellow too,
And suffered my command.

Cleo. What does he meane ?

Eno. To make his Followers weepe.

Ant. Tend me to night;

May be it is the period of your duty,
Haply you shall not fee me more, or if,
A mangled shadow. Perchance to morrow,
You'l ferve another Maſter. I looke on you,
As one that takes his leave. Mine honeſt Friends,
I turne you not away, but like a Maſter
Married to your good ſervice, ſlay till death:
Tend me to night two hours, I aske no more,
And the gods yeeld you for't.

Enub. What meane you (fir)

Togive them this diſcomfort? Looke,you weepe,
And I an Aſſe, am Onion-cy'd; for ſhame,
Transforme us not to women.

Ant. Ho,ho,ho :

Now the Witch take me, if I meant it thus.
Grace grow where thofe drops fall (my hearty Friends)
You take me a too dolorous a ſenſe,

For I ſpake to you for your comfort; did defire you
To burne this night with Torches : know (my hearts)

I hope well of to morrow, and, will lead you,
Where rather Ile expect victorious life,

Then death, and Honour. Lets to Supper, come,

And drowne consideration.

Exeunt.

Enter a company of Souldiers.

1 Sol. Brother, good night: to morrow is the day.

2 Sol. It will determine one way: Fare you well,
Heard you of nothing ſtrange about the ſtreets.

1 Nothing: what newes ?

2 Belike tis but a Rumour, good night to you.

1 Well fir, good night.

They meet with other Souldiers.

2 Souldiers have careful Watch.

1 And you : Goodnight; goodnight.

They place them/elves in every corner of the Stage.

2 Here we, and if to morrow

Our Navy thrive, I have an abſolute hope

Our Landmen will ſtand up.

1 Tis a brave Army, and full of purpose.

Muficke of the Hoboyes, under the Stage.

2 Peace, what noy ſe ?

1 Lift, lift.

2 Hcarke.

1 Muficke i'th' Ayrè,

3 Vnder the earth.

It ſignes well, does it not ?

3 No.

1 Peace I ſay: What ſhould this meane ?

2 Tis the god Hercules, whom Anthony loved,

Nowleaves him.

1 Walke, let's fee if other Watchmen

Doe heare what we doe ?

2 How now Mafters?

Speake together.

Omnès. How now ? how now ? how now ? doe you heare this ?

1 Lis't not ſtrange ?

3 Doe you heare Mafters ? Doe you heare ?

1 Follow the noy ſo farre as we have quarter.

Lets fee how it will give off.

Omnès. Content: Tis ſtrange.

Exeunt.

Enter Anthony, and Cleopatra, with others.

Ant. Eros, mine Armour Eros.

Cleo. Sleepe a little.

Ant. No my Chucke, Eros, come mine Armour Eros.
Enter Eros.

Come good Fellow, put thine Iron on,
If Fortune be not ours to day, it is
Becaufe we brave her. Come.

Cleo. Nay, Ile helpe too, Anthony.

What's this for ? Ah, let be, let be, thou art

The Armourer of my heart: Falſe, falſe: This, this,

Sooth-law Ile helpe : Thus it muſt be.

Ant. Well, well, we ſhall thrive now.

Seeſt thou my good Fellow. Goe, put on thy defences,

Eros. Briefly fir.

Cleo. Is not this buckled well ?

Ant. Rarely, rarely :

He that unbuckles this, till we doe pleafe

To doſt for our repofe, ſhall heare aſtorme.

Thou fumbleſt Eros, and my Queenes a Squire

More tight at this: Diſpatch. O Love,

That thou couldt fee my warres to day, and knew'ſt

The Royall Occupation, thou ſhouldſt fee

A workeman in't.

Enter an armed ſouldier.

Good morrow to thee, welcome,

Thou lookſt like him that knowes a warlike charge :

To bufneſſe that we love, we rife betime,

And goe too't with delight.

Soul. A thoufand Sir, early though't be, have on their
Rivetted trim, and at the Port expect you.

Showt. Trumpets flourishe.

Enter Captaines and Souldiers.

Alex. The Morne is faire: Good morrow Generall,

All. Good morrow Generall.

Ant. Tis well blowne Lad:

This morning, like the ſpirit of a youth

That meanes to be of note, begins betimes.

So, ſo: Come give me that, what ere becomes of me,

Fare thee well, Dame, what ere become of mee,

This is a ſouldiers kiffe: rebukeable.

A id worthy ſhamefull checke it were, to ſtand

On more Mechanicke Complement, Ile leavethee:

Now like a man of Steele, you that will fight,

Follow me cloſe, Ile bring you too't: Adieu.

Exeunt.

Char. Pleate you retyre to your Chamber ?

Cleo. Lead me :

He goes forth gallantly : that he and Cæsar might

Determine this great Warre in ſingle fight;

Then Anthony ; but now. Well on.

Exeunt.

Trumpets found. Enser Anthony and Eros.

Eros. The Gods make this a happy day to Anthony.

Ant. Would thou, and thofe thy ſcarres had once pre-
To make me fight at Land.
(vail'd,

Eros. Hadft thou done ſo,

The Kings that have revolted, and the ſouldier

That has this morning left thee, would have ſtill
Followed thy heeles.

Ant. Who's gone this morning?

Eros. Who, done ever neere thee, call for Enoarbus.

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The Tragedy of

He shall not beare thee, or from Caſars Campe,
Say I am none of thine.

Ant. What layſt thou ?

Sold. Sir he is with Caſar.

Eros. Sir, his Cheſts and Treſure he has not with him.

Ant. Is he gone ?

Sol. Moſt certaine.

Ant. Goe Eros, ſend his Treſure after, doe it,
Detaine no jot I charge thee: write to him,
(I will ſubſcribe) gentle adieus, and greetings:
Say, that I wifh he never find more cauſe
To change a Maſter. Oh my fortunes have
Corrupted honſt men. Dilpatch Eros.

Exit.

Enter Agrippa, Caſar, with Enobarbus,
and Dollabella.

Caf. Goe forth Agrippa, and begin the fight :
Our will is Anthony be tooke alive :
Make it ſo knowne.

Agrip. Caſar, I ſhall.

Caf. The time of univerſal peace is neere,
Prove this a profu'rous day, the three nook'd world
Shall beare the Olive freely.

Enter a Meſſenger.

Mef. Anthony is come into the field.

Caf. Goe charge Agrippa,
Plant thofe that have revolted in the Van,
That Anthony may ſeeme to ſpend his Fury
Vpon himſelfe.

Exeunt.

Enob. Alexas did revolt, and went to Lewry on
Aſſaires of Anthony; there did diffwade
Great Herod to incline himſelfe to Caſar,
And leave his Maſter Anthony. For this paines,
Caſar hath hang'd him: Camidiu and the reſt
That fell away, have entertainment, but
No honoraſe truſt: I have done ill,
Of which I doe accuſe my ſelſe ſo forely,
That I will joy no more.

Enter a Soldaier of Caſars.

Sol. Enobarbus, Anthony

Hath after thee ſent all thy Treſure, with
His Bonnty over-plus. The Meſſenger
Came on my guard, and at thy Tent is now
Vnloading of his Mules.

Eno. I give it you.

Sol. Mocke not Enobarbus,

I tell you true: Beſt you ſaf t he bringer
Out of the haſt, I muſt attend mine Office,
Or would have done't my ſelſe. Your Emperor
Continues ſtill a Iove.

Exit.

Enob. I am alone the Villaine of the earth,
And ſeel me I am ſo moſt. Oh Anthony,
Thou Mine of bounty, how would ſt thou have payed
My better ſervice, when my turpitude
Thou doſt ſo Crowne with Gold. This blowes my heart
If ſwift thought breake it not: a ſwifred meane
Shall out-ſtrike thought, but thought will doo't. I ſeel
I fight againſt thee: No I will goe ſeeke
Some Ditch, where to dye: the fouſt beſt fits
My latter part of life.

Exit.

Alarum, Drummes and Trumpets.
Enter Agrippa.

Agrip. Retire, we have engag'd our ſelves too farre:
Caſar himſelfe has worke, and our oppreſſion
Exceeds what we expected.

Exit.

Alarums.

Enter Anthony, and Scarus wounded.

Scar. O my brave Emperor, this is ſought indeed,
Had we done ſo at firſt, we had draven them home
With Clowts about their head.

Farre off.

Ant. Thou bleedſt apace.

Scar. I had a wound heere that was like a T,
But now tis made an H.

Ant. They doe retyre.

Scar. We'll beat em into Bench-holes, I have yet
Roome for fix ſcotches more.

Enter Eros.

Eros. They are beaten Sir, and our advantage ſerves
For a faire victory.

Scar. Let us ſcore their backes,
And ſnatch em up, as we take Hares behind,
Tis ſport to maui a Runner.

Ant. I will reward thee
Once for thy ſprightly comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.

Scar. Ile halt after.

Exeunt.

Alarum. Enter Anthony againe in a March.
Scarus, with other.

Ant. We have beate him to his Campe: Runne one
Before, and let the Queen know of our gueſts: to morrow
Before the Sun ſhall ſees, we'll ſpill the blood
That has to day eſcap'd. I thanke you all,
For doughty handed arc you, and have ſought
Not as you ſerv'd the Cauſe, but as't had beene
Each mans like mine: you have ſhewne all Hecators,
Enter the City, clip your Wives, your friends,
Tell them your ſeats, whiſt they with joyfull teares
Waſh the congealement from your wounds, and kiffe
The honour'd-gaſhes whole.

Enter Cleopatra.

Give me thy hand,
To this great Faiery, Ile commend thy aftes,
Make her thankes bleſſe thee. Oh thou day o'th'world,
Chaine mine arm'd necke, leape thou, Attyre and all
Through proofe of Harnefie to my part, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.

Cleo. Lord of Lords,
Oh infinite Vertue, comm'ſt thou ſmiling from
The world's great ſnare uncaught.

Ant. My Nightingale,
We have beate them to their Beds.
What Gyrie, though gray
Do ſomething mingle with our yonger browne, yet ha we
A braine that nouriſhes our Nerves, and can
Get gole for gole of youth. Behold this man,
Commend unto his Lippes thy favouring hand,
Kiffe it my Warriour: He hath ſought to day,
As ifa god in hate of Mankind, had
Detroied in ſuch a ſhape.

Cleo. Ile give thee friend
An Armour all of gold: it was a Kings.
Ant. He has deferv'd it, were it Carbunkled
Like holy Phœbus Carre. Give me thy hand,
Through Alexandria make a jolly March,
Beare our hackt Targets, like the men that owe them,
Had our great Palace the capacity
To Campe this hoaſt, we all would ſlap together,
And drinke Carowſes to the next dayes Fare

Which

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Which promifes Royall perill. Trumpeters
With brazen dinne blaft you the Citties care.
Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines,
That heaven and earth may strike their founds together,
Applauding our approach.
Exeunt.

Enter a Centery, and his Company, Enobarbus follows.

Cent. If we be not reliev'd within this hour,
We must returne to'th'Court of Guard: the night
Is fhtny, and they fay, we shall embattale
By'th'fecond houre ith'Morne.
Watch.

1 Watch. This laft day was a fhew'd one to's

Enob. Oh beare me witneſſe night.

2 What man is this?

I Stand cloſe, and lift him.

Enob. Be witneſſe to me (O thou bleſſed Moone)

When men revolted ſhall upon Record

Beare harefull memory : poore Enobarbus did

Before thy face repent.

Cent. Enobarbus?

2 Peace : hearke further.

Enob. Oh Soveraigne Miftris of true Melancholly,
The poyſonous dampe of night diſpunge upon me,
That life, a very Rebell to my will,
May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart
Against the flint and hardneſſe of my fault,
Which being dryed with griefe, will breake to powder,
And finifh all foule thoughts, Oh Anthony,
Nobler then my revolt is infamous,
Forgive me in thine owne particular,
But let the world ranke me in Regifter
A Maſter leaver, and a fugitive :
Oh Anthony ! Oh Anthony !

1 Lets ſpeake to him.

Cent. Lets heare him, for the things he ſpeakes
May concerne Caſar.

2 Lets doe ſo, but he ſleepes.

Cent. Swoonds rather, for ſo bad a Prayer as his
Was never yet for ſleepe.

1 Goe we to him.

2 Awake fir, awake, ſpeake to us.

I Heare you fir?

Cent. The hand of death hath raught him.

Drummes afarre off.

Hearke how the Drummes demurely wake the ſleepers:
Let us beare him to'th'Court of Guard: he is of note:
Our houre is fully out.
2 Come on then, he may recover yet.

Exeunt.

Enter Anthony, and Scarus, with their Army.

Ant. Their preparation is to day by Sea,
We pleafe them not by Land.

Scar. For both, my Lord.

Ant. I would they'd fight it h'Fire, or it h'Ayre,
Wee'd fight there too. But this it is, our Foote
Vpon the hilles adjoyng to the City
Shall flay with us. Order for Sea is given,
They have put forth the haven :
Where their appointment we may beſt diſcover

And looke on their endeavour.
Exeunt.

Enter Caſar, and bis Army.

Caſar. But being charg'd, we will be ſtill by Land,
Which as I tak't we shall, for his beſt force
Is forth to Man his Gallicies. To the Vales,

And hold our beſt admiſtrieation.

Exeunt.

Alarum afarre off, as at a Sea-fight.

Enter Anthony, and Scarus.

Ant. Yet they are not joyn'd:

Where yond Pine does ſtand, I ſhall diſcover all.

Ile bring thee word it straight, how it is like to goe.

Exiſt.

Scar. Swalk wes have built

In Cleopatra's Sailes their neſts. The Augurics
Say, they know not, they cannot tell, looke grimly,
And dare not ſpeake their know ledge. Anthony,
Is valiant, and dejeſted, and by ſtarts

His fretted Fortunes give him hope and feare
Of what he has, and has not.

Enter Anthony.

Ant. All is loſt :

This fowle Egyptian hath betrayed me :

My fleetes hath yeelded to the Foe, and yonder,
They caſt their Caps up, and Carowſe together

Like friends long loſt. Triple-turn'd Whore, tis thou

Haſt fold me to this Novice, and my heart

Makes onely Warres on thee. Bid them all flye :

For when I am reveng'd upon my Charme,
I have done all. Bid them all flye, be gone.

Oh Sunne, thy upriſe ſhall I fee no more,

Fortune, and Anthony part here, even heere

Doe we ſake hands? All come to this? The hearts

That pannelled me at heels, to whom I gave

Their wisheſs, doe diſ' Candy, melt their ſweets

On blooming Caſar : and this Pine is barkt,

That over-top'd them all. Betray'd I am.

Oh this falſe Soule of Egypt ! this grave Charme,

Whofe eye beack'd for this my Wars, and cal'd them home:

Whofe boſome was my Crownet, my chieſe end,

Like a right Gypſe, hath at ſaſt and looke

Beguild me, to the very heart of loſſe.

What Eros, Eros?

Enter Cleopatra.

Ab, thou Spell I Avaunt.

Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd againſt his Love?

Ant. Vanifh, or I ſhall give thee thy deferving,

And blemifh Caſars Triumph. Let him take thee,

And hoitſt thee up to th'houring Plebeians,

Follow his Charior, like the greateſt Ipot

Of all thy Sex. Moſt Monſter-like be the wne

For poor'ſt Diminutives, for Dolts, and let

Patient Oſtavia, plough thy viſage up

With her prepared nailes.

Tis well th'art gone,

If it be well to live. But better twere

Thou ſell'd into my fury, for one death

Might have prevented many. Eros, hoa?

The ſhirt of Nefſus is upon me, teach me

Aleides, thou mine Ancelſor, thy rage.

Let me lodge Licas on the hornes oth' Moone,

And with thoſe hands that graſſt the heaviſt Club,

Subdue my worthieſt ſelſe : the Witch ſhall dye,

To the young Roman Boy ſhe hath fold me, and I ſall

Vnder this plot : ſhe dyos for t. Eros hoa ?

Exiſt Cleopatra.

Enter Cleopatra, Chariot, Iras, Mardian.

Cleo. Helpe me my woman : Oh he is more mad
Then Telamon for his Shield, the Boare of Thefalry
Was never ſo imboſt.

Char. To th' Monument, there locke your ſelſe,
And ſend him word you are dead:

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