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Reference: xx2r - Tragedies, p. 343

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Anthony and Cleopatra. 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,

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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.
[Act 1, Scene 4] Enter Octauius reading a Letter, Lepidus, and their Traine. Cæs.
[410]
You may see Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Cæsars Naturall vice, to hate One great Competitor. From Alexandria This is the newes: He fishes, drinkes, and wastes The Lampes of night in reuell: Is not more manlike
[415]
Then Cleopatra: nor the Queene of Ptolomy More Womanly then he. Hardly gaue audience Or vouchsafe to thinke he had Partners. You Shall finde there a man, who is th'abstracts of all faults, That all men follow.
Lep.
[420]
I must not thinke There are, euils enow to darken all his goodnesse: His faults in him, seeme as the Spots of Heauen, More fierie by nights Blacknesse; Hereditarie, Rather then purchaste: what he cannot change,
[425]
Then what he chooses.
Cæs. You are too indulgent. Let's graunt it is not Amisse to tumble on the bed of Ptolomy, To giue a Kingdome for a Mirth, to sit And keepe the turne of Tipling with a Slaue,
[430]
To reele the streets at noone, and stand the Buffet With knaues that smels of sweate: Say this becoms him (As his composure must be rare indeed, Whom these things cannot blemish) yet must Anthony No way excuse his foyles, when we do beare
[435]
So great waight in his lightnesse. If he fill'd His vacancie with his Voluptuousnesse, Full surfets, and the drinesse of his bones, Call on him for't. But to confound such time, That drummes him from his sport, and speakes as lowd
[440]
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 pleasure, And so rebell to iudgement.
Enter a Messenger. Lep. Heere's more newes. Mes.
[445]
Thy biddings haue beene done, & euerie houre Most Noble Cæsar, shalt thou haue report How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at Sea, And it appeares, he is belou'd of those That only haue feard Cæsar: to the Ports
[450]
The discontents repaire, and mens reports Giue him much wrong'd.
Cæs. I should haue knowne no lesse, It hath bin taught vs from the primall state That he which is was wisht, vntill he were:
[455]
And the ebb'd man, Ne're lou'd, till ne're worth loue, Comes fear'd, by being lack'd. This common bodie, Like to a Vagabond Flagge vpon the Streame, Goes too, and backe, lacking the varrying tyde x2 To

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[Act 1, Scene 4] Enter Octauius reading a Letter, Lepidus, and their Traine. Cæs.
[410]
You may see Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Cæsars Naturall vice, to hate One great Competitor. From Alexandria This is the newes: He fishes, drinkes, and wastes The Lampes of night in reuell: Is not more manlike
[415]
Then Cleopatra: nor the Queene of Ptolomy More Womanly then he. Hardly gaue audience Or vouchsafe to thinke he had Partners. You Shall finde there a man, who is th'abstracts of all faults, That all men follow.
Lep.
[420]
I must not thinke There are, euils enow to darken all his goodnesse: His faults in him, seeme as the Spots of Heauen, More fierie by nights Blacknesse; Hereditarie, Rather then purchaste: what he cannot change,
[425]
Then what he chooses.
Cæs. You are too indulgent. Let's graunt it is not Amisse to tumble on the bed of Ptolomy, To giue a Kingdome for a Mirth, to sit And keepe the turne of Tipling with a Slaue,
[430]
To reele the streets at noone, and stand the Buffet With knaues that smels of sweate: Say this becoms him (As his composure must be rare indeed, Whom these things cannot blemish) yet must Anthony No way excuse his foyles, when we do beare
[435]
So great waight in his lightnesse. If he fill'd His vacancie with his Voluptuousnesse, Full surfets, and the drinesse of his bones, Call on him for't. But to confound such time, That drummes him from his sport, and speakes as lowd
[440]
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 pleasure, And so rebell to iudgement.
Enter a Messenger. Lep. Heere's more newes. Mes.
[445]
Thy biddings haue beene done, & euerie houre Most Noble Cæsar, shalt thou haue report How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at Sea, And it appeares, he is belou'd of those That only haue feard Cæsar: to the Ports
[450]
The discontents repaire, and mens reports Giue him much wrong'd.
Cæs. I should haue knowne no lesse, It hath bin taught vs from the primall state That he which is was wisht, vntill he were:
[455]
And the ebb'd man, Ne're lou'd, till ne're worth loue, Comes fear'd, by being lack'd. This common bodie, Like to a Vagabond Flagge vpon the Streame, Goes too, and backe, lacking the varrying tyde
[460]
To rot it selfe with motion.
Mes. Cæsar I bring thee word, Menacrates and Menas famous Pyrates Makes the Sea serue them, which they eare and wound With keeles of euery kinde. Many hot inrodes
[465]
They make in Italy, the Borders Maritime Lacke blood to thinke on't, and flush youth reuolt, No Vessell can peepe forth: but 'tis as soone Taken as seene: for Pompeyes name strikes more Then could his Warre resisted.
Cæsar.
[470]
Anthony, Leaue thy lasciuious Vassailes. When thou once Was beaten from Medena, where thou slew'st Hirsius, and Pausa Consuls, at thy heele Did Famine follow, whom thou fought'st against,
[475]
(Though daintily brought vp) with patience more Then Sauages could suffer. Thou did'st drinke The stale of Horses, and the gilded Puddle Which Beasts would cough at. Thy pallat thē them did daine The roughest Berry, on the rudest Hedge.
[480]
Yea, like the Stagge, when Snow the Pasture sheets, The barkes of Trees thou brows'd. On the Alpes, It is reported thou did'st eate strange flesh, Which some did dye to looke on: And all this (It wounds thine Honor that I speake it now)
[485]
Was borne so like a Soldiour, that thy cheeke So much as lank'd not.
Lep. 'Tis pitty of him. Cæs. Let his shames quickely Driue him to Rome, 'tis time we twaine
[490]
Did shew our selues i'th'Field, and to that end Assemble me immediate counsell, Pompey Thriues in our Idlenesse.
Lep. To morrow Cæsar, I shall be furnisht to informe you rightly
[495]
Both what by Sea and Land I can be able To front this present time.
Cæs. Til which encounter, it is my busines too. Farwell. Lep. Farwell my Lord, what you shal know mean time Of stirres abroad, I shall beseech you Sir
[500]
To let me be partaker.
Cæsar. Doubt not sir, I knew it for my Bond. Exeunt
 

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