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Anthony and Cleopatra. Cleo.
[1850]
I haue sixty Sailes, Cæsar none better.
Ant. Our ouer‑plus of shipping will we burne, of Action Beate th'approaching Cæsar. But if we faile, We then can doo't at Land. Enter a Messenger. Thy Businesse? Mes.
[1855]
The Newes is true, my Lord, he is descried, Cæsar ha's taken Toryne.
Ant. Can he be there in person? 'Tis impossible Strange, that his power should be. Camidius, Our nineteene Legions thou shalt hold by Land,
[1860]
And our twelue thousand Horse. Wee'l to our Ship, Away my Thetis. Enter a Soldiour. How now worthy Souldier?
Soul. Oh Noble Emperor, do not fight by Sea, Trust not to rotten plankes: Do you misdoubt
[1865]
This Sword, and these my Wounds; let th'Egyptians And the Phœnicians go a ducking: wee Haue vs'd to conquer standing on the earth, And fighting foot to foot.
Ant. Well, well, away. exit Ant. Cleo. & Enob. Soul.
[1870]
By Hercules I thinke I am i'th'right.
Cam. Souldier thou art: but his whole action growes Not in the power on't: so our Leaders leade, And we are Womens men. Soul.

You keepe by Land the Legions and the Horse

[1875]

whole, do you not?

Ven. This speech is conventionally attributed to Camidius. Marcus Octauius, Marcus Iusteus, Publicola, and Celius, are for Sea: But we keepe whole by Land. This speede of Cæsars Carries beyond be efe. Soul.
[1880]
While h was yet in Rome. His power went out in such distractions, As beguilde all Spies.
Cam. Who's his Lieutenant, heare you? Soul. They say, one Towrus. Cam.
[1885]
Well, I know the man.
Enter a Messenger. Mes. The Emperor cals Camidius. Cam. With Newes the times wit Labour, And throwes forth each minute, some. exeunt
[Act 3, Scene 8] Enter Cæsar with his Army, marching. Cæs. Towrus? Tow.
[1890]
My Lord.
Cæs Strike not by Land, Keepe whole, prouoke not Battaile Till we haue done at Sea. Do not exceede The Prescript of this Scroule: Our fortune lyes
[1895]
Vpon this iumpe.
exit.
[Act 3, Scene 9] Enter Anthony, and Enobarbus. Ant. Set we our Squadrons on yond side o'th'Hill, In eye of Cæsars battaile, from which place We may the number of the Ships behold, And so proceed accordingly. exit.
[Act 3, Scene 10] Camidius Marcheth with his Land Army one way ouer the stage, and Towrus the Lieutenant of Cæsar the other way: After their going in, is heard the noise of a Sea fight. Alarum. Enter Enobarbus and Scarus. Eno.
[1900]
Naught, naught, al naught, I can behold no longer: Thantoniad, the Egyptian Admirall, With all their sixty flye, and turne the Rudder:

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To see't, mine eyes are blasted. Enter Scarrus. Scar. Gods, & Goddesses, all the whol synod of them! Eno.
[1905]
What's thy passion.
Scar. The greater Cantle of the world, is lost With very ignorance, we haue kist away Kingdomes, and Prouinces. Eno. How appeares the Fight? Scar.
[1910]
On our side, like the Token'd Pestilence, Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred Nagge of Egypt, (Whom Leprosie o're‑take) i'th'midst o'th'fight, When vantage like a payre of Twinnes appear'd Both as the same, or rather ours the elder;
[1915]
(The Breeze vpon her) like a Cow in Inne, Hoists Sailes, and flyes.
Eno. That I beheld: Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not Indure a further view. Scar.
[1920]
She once being looft, The Noble ruine of her Magicke, Anthony, Claps on his Sea‑wing, and (like a doting Mallard) Leauing the Fight in heighth, flyes after her: I neuer saw an Action of such shame;
[1925]
Experience, Man‑hood, Honor, ne're before, Did violate so it selfe.
Enob. Alacke, alacke. Enter Camidius. Cam. Our Fortune on the Sea is out of breath, And sinkes most lamentably. Had our Generall
[1930]
Bin what he knew himselfe, it had gone well: Oh his ha's giuen example for our flight, Most grossely by his owne.
Enob.

I, are you thereabouts? Why then goodnight

indeed.

Cam.
[1935]
Toward Peloponnesus are they fled.
Scar. 'Tis easie toot, And there I will attend what further comes. Camid. To Cæsar will I render My Legions and my Horse, sixe Kings alreadie
[1940]
Shew me the way of yeelding.
Eno. Ile yet follow The wounded chance of Anthony, though my reason Sits in the winde against me.
[Act 3, Scene 11] Enter Anthony with Attendants. Ant. Hearke, the Land bids me tread no more vpon't,
[1945]
It is asham'd to beare me. Friends, come hither, I am so lated in the world, that I Haue lost my way for euer. I haue a shippe, Laden with Gold, take that, diuide it: flye, And make your peace with Cæsar.
Omnes.
[1950]
Fly? Not wee.
Ant. I haue fled my selfe, and haue instructed cowards To runne, and shew their shoulders. Friends be gone, I haue my selfe resolu'd vpon a course, Which has no neede of you. Be gone,
[1955]
My Treasure's in the Harbour. Take it: Oh, I follow'd that I blush to looke vpon, My very haires do mutiny: for the white Reproue the browne for rashnesse, and they them For feare, and doting. Friends be gone, you shall
[1960]
Haue Letters from me to some Friends, that will Sweepe your way for you. Pray you looke not sad, Nor make replyes of loathnesse, take the hint Which my dispaire proclaimes. Let them be left Which leaues it selfe, to the Sea‑side straight way;
[1965]
I will possesse you of that ship and Treasure. y 2 Leaue

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[Act 3, Scene 11] Enter Anthony with Attendants. Ant. Hearke, the Land bids me tread no more vpon't,
[1945]
It is asham'd to beare me. Friends, come hither, I am so lated in the world, that I Haue lost my way for euer. I haue a shippe, Laden with Gold, take that, diuide it: flye, And make your peace with Cæsar.
Omnes.
[1950]
Fly? Not wee.
Ant. I haue fled my selfe, and haue instructed cowards To runne, and shew their shoulders. Friends be gone, I haue my selfe resolu'd vpon a course, Which has no neede of you. Be gone,
[1955]
My Treasure's in the Harbour. Take it: Oh, I follow'd that I blush to looke vpon, My very haires do mutiny: for the white Reproue the browne for rashnesse, and they them For feare, and doting. Friends be gone, you shall
[1960]
Haue Letters from me to some Friends, that will Sweepe your way for you. Pray you looke not sad, Nor make replyes of loathnesse, take the hint Which my dispaire proclaimes. Let them be left Which leaues it selfe, to the Sea‑side straight way;
[1965]
I will possesse you of that ship and Treasure. Leaue me, I pray a little: pray you now, Nay do so: for indeede I haue lost 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.
[1970]
Do most deere Queene.
Char. Do, why, what else ? Cleo. Let me sit downe: Oh Iuno. Ant. No, no, no, no, no. Eros. See you heere, Sir? Ant.
[1975]
Oh fie, fie, fie.
Char. Madam. Iras. Madam, oh good Empresse. Eros. Sir, sir. Ant. Yes my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
[1980]
His sword e'ne like a dancer, while I strooke The leane and wrinkled Cassius, and 'twas I That the mad Brutus ended: he alone Dealt on Lieutenantry, and no practise had In the braue squares of Warre: yet now: no matter.
Cleo.
[1985]
Ah stand by.
Eros. The Queene my Lord, the Queene. Iras. Go to him, Madam, speake to him, Hee's vnqualited with very shame. Cleo. Well then, sustaine me: Oh. Eros.
[1990]
Most Noble Sir arise, the Queene approaches, Her head's declin'd, and death will cease her, but Your comfort makes the rescue.
Ant. I haue offended Reputation, A most vnnoble sweruing. Eros.
[1995]
Sir, the Queene.
Ant. Oh whether hast thou lead me Egypt, see How I conuey my shame, out of thine eyes, By looking backe what I haue left behinde Stroy'd in dishonor. Cleo.
[2000]
Oh my Lord, my Lord, Forgiue my fearfull sayles, I little thought You would haue followed.
Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well, My heart was to thy Rudder tyed by'th'strings,
[2005]
And thou should'st stowe me after. O're my spirit The full supremacie thou knew'st, and that Thy becke, might from the bidding of the Gods Command mee.
Cleo. Oh my pardon. Ant.
[2010]
Now I must To the young man send humble Treaties, dodge And palter in the shifts of lownes, who With halfe the bulke o'th'world plaid as I pleas'd, Making, and marring Fortunes. You did know
[2015]
How much you were my Conqueror, and that My Sword, made weake by my affection, would Obey it on all cause.
Cleo. Pardon, pardon. Ant. Fall not a teare I say, one of them rates
[2020]
All that is wonne and lost: Giue me a kisse, Euen this repayes me. We sent our Schoolemaster, is a come backe? Loue I am full of Lead: some Wine Within there, and our Viands: Fortune knowes,
[2025]
We scorne her most, when most she offers blowes.
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      <l n="1946">I am so lated in the world, that I</l>
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      <l n="1957">My very haires do mutiny: for the white</l>
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      <l n="1966">Leaue me, I pray a little: pray you now,</l>
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      <l n="1977">Madam, oh good Empresse.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Eros.</speaker>
      <l n="1978">Sir, sir.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="1979">Yes my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept</l>
      <l n="1980">His sword e'ne like a dancer, while I strooke</l>
      <l n="1981">The leane and wrinkled<hi rend="italic">Cassius</hi>, and 'twas I</l>
      <l n="1982">That the mad Brutus ended: he alone</l>
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      <l n="1985">Ah stand by.</l>
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      <l n="1986">The Queene my Lord, the Queene.</l>
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      <l n="1987">Go to him, Madam, speake to him,</l>
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      <l n="1989">Well then, sustaine me: Oh.</l>
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      <l n="1990">Most Noble Sir arise, the Queene approaches,</l>
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      <l n="1998">By looking backe what I haue left behinde</l>
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      <l n="2009">Oh my pardon.</l>
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      <l n="2010">Now I must</l>
      <l n="2011">To the young man send humble Treaties, dodge</l>
      <l n="2012">And palter in the shifts of lownes, who</l>
      <l n="2013">With halfe the bulke o'th'world plaid as I pleas'd,</l>
      <l n="2014">Making, and marring Fortunes. You did know</l>
      <l n="2015">How much you were my Conqueror, and that</l>
      <l n="2016">My Sword, made weake by my affection, would</l>
      <l n="2017">Obey it on all cause.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2018">Pardon, pardon.</l>
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      <l n="2019">Fall not a teare I say, one of them rates</l>
      <l n="2020">All that is wonne and lost: Giue me a kisse,</l>
      <l n="2021">Euen this repayes me.</l>
      <l n="2022">We sent our Schoolemaster, is a come backe?</l>
      <l n="2023">Loue I am full of Lead: some Wine</l>
      <l n="2024">Within there, and our Viands: Fortune knowes,</l>
      <l n="2025">We scorne her most, when most she offers blowes.</l>
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