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Reference: xx1v - Tragedies, p. 342

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The Tragedie of We wish it ours againe. The present pleasure, By reuolution lowring, does become The opposite of it selfe: she's good being gon, The hand could plucke her backe, that shou'd her on.
[210]
I must from this enchanting Queene breake off, Ten thousand harmes, more then the illes I know My idlenesse doth hatch. Enter Enobarbus. How now Enobarbus.
Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir? Anth.
[215]
I must with haste from hence.
Eno.

Why then we kill all our Women. We see how

mortall an vnkindnesse is to them, if they suffer our de­

parture death's the word.

Ant.

I must be gone.

Eno.
[220]

Vnder a compelling an occasion, let women die.

It were pitty to cast them away for nothing, though be­

tweene them and a great cause, they should be esteemed

nothing. Cleopatra catching but the least noyse of this,

dies instantly: I haue seene her dye twenty times vppon

[225]

farre poorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death,

which commits some louing acte vpon her, she hath such

a celerity in dying.

Ant.

She is cunning past mans thought.

Eno.

Alacke Sir no, her passions are made of nothing

[230]

but the finest part of pure Loue. We cannot cal 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 Ioue.

Ant.
[235]

Would I had neuer seene her.

Eno.

Oh sir, you had then left vnseene a wonderfull

peece of worke, which not to haue beene blest withall,

would haue discredited your Trauaile.

Ant.

Fuluia is dead.

Eno.
[240]

Sir.

Ant.

Fuluia is dead.

Eno.

Fuluia?

Ant.

Dead.

Eno.

Why sir, giue the Gods a thankefull Sacrifice:

[245]

when it pleaseth 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 olde Robes are worne out,

there are members to make new. If there were no more

Women but Fuluia, then had you indeede a cut, and the

[250]

case to be lamented: This greefe is crown'd with Conso­

lation, your old Smocke brings foorth a new Petticoate,

and indeed the teares liue in an Onion, that should water

this sorrow.

Ant. The businesse she hath broached in the State,
[255]
Cannot endure my absence.
Eno.

And the businesse you haue broach'd heere can­

not be without you, especially that of Cleopatra's, which

wholly depends on your abode.

Ant. No more light Answeres:
[260]
Let our Officers Haue notice what we purpose. I shall breake The cause of our Expedience to the Queene, And get her loue to part. For not alone The death of Fuluia, with more vrgent touches
[265]
Do strongly speake to vs: but the Letters too Of many our contriuing Friends in Rome, Petition vs at home. Sextus Pompeius Haue giuen the dare to Cæsar, and commands The Empire of the Sea. Our slippery people,
[270]
Whose Loue is neuer link'd to the deseruer,

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Till his deserts 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 vp
[275]
For the maine Souldier. Whose quality going on, The sides o'th'world may danger. Much is breeding, Which like the Coursers heire, hath yet but life, And not a Serpents poyson. Say our pleasure, To such whose places vnder vs, require
[280]
Our quicke remoue from hence.
Enob. I shall doo't.
[Act 1, Scene 3] Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras. Cleo. Where is he? Char. I did not see him since. Cleo. See where he is,
[285]
Whose 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. Quicke, and returne.
Char. Madam, me thinkes if you did loue him deerly,
[290]
You do not hold the method, to enforce The like from him.
Cleo. What should I do, I do not? Ch. In each thing giue him way, crosse him in nothing. Cleo. Thou teachest like a foole: the way to lose him. Char.
[295]
Tempt him not so too farre. I wish forbeare, In time we hate that which we often feare. Enter Anthony. But heere comes Anthony.
Cleo. I am sicke, and sullen. An. I am sorry to giue breathing to my purpose. Cleo.
[300]
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 mee. Ant.
[305]
What's the matter?
Cleo. I know by that same eye ther's some good news. What sayes the married woman you may goe? Would she had neuer giuen you leaue to come. Let her not say 'tis I that keepe you heere,
[310]
I haue no power vpon you: Hers you are.
Ant. The Gods best know. Cleo. Oh neuer was there Queene So mightily betrayed: yet at the first I saw the Treasons planted. Ant.
[315]
Cleopatra.
Cleo. Why should I thinke you can be mine, & true, (Though you in swearing shake the Throaned Gods) Who haue beene false to Fuluia? Riotous madnesse,
[320]
To be entangled with those mouth‑made vowes, Which breake themselues in swearing.
Ant. Most sweet Queene. Cleo. Nay pray you seeke no colour for your going, But bid farewell, and goe:
[325]
When you sued staying, Then was the time for words: No going then, Eternity was in our Lippes, and Eyes, Blisse in our browes bent: none our parts so poore, But was a race of Heauen. They are so still,
[330]
Or thou the greatest Souldier of the world, Art turn'd the greatest Lyar.
Ant. How now Lady? Cleo.

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[Act 1, Scene 3] Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras. Cleo. Where is he? Char. I did not see him since. Cleo. See where he is,
[285]
Whose 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. Quicke, and returne.
Char. Madam, me thinkes if you did loue him deerly,
[290]
You do not hold the method, to enforce The like from him.
Cleo. What should I do, I do not? Ch. In each thing giue him way, crosse him in nothing. Cleo. Thou teachest like a foole: the way to lose him. Char.
[295]
Tempt him not so too farre. I wish forbeare, In time we hate that which we often feare. Enter Anthony. But heere comes Anthony.
Cleo. I am sicke, and sullen. An. I am sorry to giue breathing to my purpose. Cleo.
[300]
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 mee. Ant.
[305]
What's the matter?
Cleo. I know by that same eye ther's some good news. What sayes the married woman you may goe? Would she had neuer giuen you leaue to come. Let her not say 'tis I that keepe you heere,
[310]
I haue no power vpon you: Hers you are.
Ant. The Gods best know. Cleo. Oh neuer was there Queene So mightily betrayed: yet at the first I saw the Treasons planted. Ant.
[315]
Cleopatra.
Cleo. Why should I thinke you can be mine, & true, (Though you in swearing shake the Throaned Gods) Who haue beene false to Fuluia? Riotous madnesse,
[320]
To be entangled with those mouth‑made vowes, Which breake themselues in swearing.
Ant. Most sweet Queene. Cleo. Nay pray you seeke no colour for your going, But bid farewell, and goe:
[325]
When you sued staying, Then was the time for words: No going then, Eternity was in our Lippes, and Eyes, Blisse in our browes bent: none our parts so poore, But was a race of Heauen. They are so still,
[330]
Or thou the greatest Souldier of the world, Art turn'd the greatest Lyar.
Ant. How now Lady? Cleo. I would I had thy inches, thou should'st know There were a heart in Egypt. Ant.
[335]
Heare me Queene: The strong necessity of Time, commands Our Seruicles a‑while: but my full heart Remaines in vse with you. Our Italy, Shines o're with ciuill Swords; Sextus Pompeius
[340]
Makes his approaches to the Port of Rome, Equality of two Domesticke powers, Breed scrupulous faction: The hated growne to strength Are newly growne to Loue: The condemn'd Pompey, Rich in his Fathers Honor, creepes apace
[345]
Into the hearts of such, as haue not thriued Vpon the present state, whose Numbers threaten, And quietnesse growne sicke of rest, would purge By any desperate change: My more particular, And that which most with you should safe my going,
[350]
Is Fuluias death.
Cleo. Though age from folly could not giue me freedom It does from childishnesse. Can Fuluia dye? Ant. She's dead my Queene. Looke heere, and at thy Soueraigne leysure read
[355]
The Garboyles she awak'd: at the last, best, See when, and where shee died.
Cleo. O most false Loue! Where be the Sacred Violles thou should'st fill With sorrowfull water? Now I see, I see,
[360]
In Fuluias death, how mine receiu'd shall be.
Ant. Quarrell no more, but bee prepar'd to know The purposes I beare: which are, or cease, As you shall giue th'aduice. By the fire That quickens Nylus slime, I go from hence
[365]
Thy Souldier, Seruant, making Peace or Warre, As thou affects.
Cleo. Cut my Lace, Charmian come, But let it be, I am quickly ill, and well, So Anthony loues. Ant.
[370]
My precious Queene forbeare, And giue true euidence to his Loue, which stands An honourable Triall.
Cleo. So Fuluia told me. I prythee turne aside, and weepe for her,
[375]
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 perfect Honor.
Ant. You'l heat my blood no more? Cleo.
[380]
You can do better yet: but this is meetly.
Ant. Now by Sword. Cleo. And Target. Still he mends. But this is not the best. Looke prythee Charmian, How this Herculean Roman do's become
[385]
The carriage of his chase.
Ant. Ile leaue you Lady. Cleo. Courteous Lord, one word: Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it: Sir, you and I haue lou'd, but there's not it:
[390]
That you know well, something it is I would: Oh, my Obliuion is a very Anthony, And I am all forgotten.
Ant. But that your Royalty Holds Idlenesse your subiect, I should take you
[395]
For Idlenesse it selfe.
Cleo. 'Tis sweating Labour, To beare such Idlenesse so neere the heart As Cleopatra this. But Sir, forgiue me, Since my becommings kill me, when they do not
[400]
Eye well to you. Your Honor calles you hence, Therefore be deafe to my vnpittied Folly, And all the Gods go with you. Vpon your Sword Sit Lawrell victory, and smooth successe Be strew'd before your feete.
Ant.
[405]
Let vs go. Come: Our separation so abides and flies, That thou reciding heere, goes yet with mee; And I hence fleeting, heere remaine with thee. Away.
Exeunt.
 

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      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="386">Ile leaue you Lady.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="387">Courteous Lord, one word:</l>
      <l n="388">Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:</l>
      <l n="389">Sir, you and I haue lou'd, but there's not it:</l>
      <l n="390">That you know well, something it is I would:</l>
      <l n="391">Oh, my Obliuion is a very<hi rend="italic">Anthony</hi>,</l>
      <l n="392">And I am all forgotten.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="393">But that your Royalty</l>
      <l n="394">Holds Idlenesse your subiect, I should take you</l>
      <l n="395">For Idlenesse it selfe.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="396">'Tis sweating Labour,</l>
      <l n="397">To beare such Idlenesse so neere the heart</l>
      <l n="398">As<hi rend="italic">Cleopatra</hi>this. But Sir, forgiue me,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="399">Since my becommings kill me, when they do not</l>
      <l n="400">Eye well to you. Your Honor calles you hence,</l>
      <l n="401">Therefore be deafe to my vnpittied Folly,</l>
      <l n="402">And all the Gods go with you. Vpon your Sword</l>
      <l n="403">Sit Lawrell victory, and smooth successe</l>
      <l n="404">Be strew'd before your feete.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="405">Let vs go.</l>
      <l n="406">Come: Our separation so abides and flies,</l>
      <l n="407">That thou reciding heere, goes yet with mee;</l>
      <l n="408">And I hence fleeting, heere remaine with thee.</l>
      <l n="409">Away.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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