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The Tragedie of 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.
Exeunt
[Act 3, Scene 12] Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, and Dollabello, with others. Cæs Let him appeare that's come from Anthony. Know you him.

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Dolla. Cæsar, 'tis his Schoolemaster, An argument that he is pluckt, when hither
[2030]
He sends so poore a Pinnion of his Wing, Which had superfluous Kings for Messengers, Not many Moones gone by.
Enter Ambassador from Anthony. Cæsar. Approach, and speake. Amb. Such as I am, I come from Anthony:
[2035]
I was of late as petty to his ends, As is the Morne‑dew on the Mertle leafe To his grand Sea.
Cæs. Bee't so, declare thine office. Amb. Lord of his Fortunes he salutes thee, and
[2040]
Requires to liue in Egypt, which not granted He Lessons his Requests, and to thee sues To let him breath betweene the Heauens and Earth A priuate man in Athens: this for him. Next, Cleopatra does confesse thy Greatnesse,
[2045]
Submits her to thy might, and of thee craues The Circle of the Ptolomies for her heyres, Now hazarded to thy Grace.
Cæs. For Anthony, I haue no eares to his request. The Queene,
[2050]
Of Audience, nor Desire shall faile, so shee From Egypt driue her all‑disgraced Friend, Or take his life there. This if shee performe, She shall not sue vnheard. So to them both.
Amb. Fortune pursue thee. Cæs.
[2055]
Bring him through the Bands: To try thy Eloquence, now 'tis time, dispatch, From Anthony winne Cleopatra, promise And in our Name, what she requires dde more From thine inuention, offers. Wom are not
[2060]
In their best Fortunes strong; but want will periure The ne're touch'd Vestall. Try thy cunning Thidias, Make thine owne Edict for thy paines, which we Will answer as a Law.
Thid. Cæsar, I go. Cæsar.
[2065]
Obserue how Anthony becomes his flaw, And what thou think'st his very action speakes In euery power that mooues.
Thid. Cæsar, I shall. exeunt.
[Act 3, Scene 13] Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras. Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus? Eno.
[2070]
Thinke, and dye.
Cleo. Is Anthony, or we in fault for this? Eno. Anthony onely, that would make his will Lord of his Reason. What though you fled, From that great face of Warre, whose seuerall ranges
[2075]
Frighted each other? Why should he follow? The itch of his Affection should not then Haue nickt his Captain‑ship, at such a point, When halfe to halfe the world oppos'd, he being The meered question? 'Twas a shame no lesse
[2080]
Then was his losse, to course your flying Flagges, And leaue his Nauy gazing.
Cleo. Prythee peace. Enter the Ambassador, with Anthony. Ant. Is that his answer? Amb. I my Lord. Ant.
[2085]
The Queene shall then haue courtesie, So she will yeeld vs vp.
Am. He sayes so. Antho.

Let her know't. To the Boy Cæsar send this

grizled head, and he will fill thy wishes to the brimme,

[2090]

With Principalities.

Cleo. That head my Lord? Ant.

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[Act 3, Scene 13] Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras. Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus? Eno.
[2070]
Thinke, and dye.
Cleo. Is Anthony, or we in fault for this? Eno. Anthony onely, that would make his will Lord of his Reason. What though you fled, From that great face of Warre, whose seuerall ranges
[2075]
Frighted each other? Why should he follow? The itch of his Affection should not then Haue nickt his Captain‑ship, at such a point, When halfe to halfe the world oppos'd, he being The meered question? 'Twas a shame no lesse
[2080]
Then was his losse, to course your flying Flagges, And leaue his Nauy gazing.
Cleo. Prythee peace. Enter the Ambassador, with Anthony. Ant. Is that his answer? Amb. I my Lord. Ant.
[2085]
The Queene shall then haue courtesie, So she will yeeld vs vp.
Am. He sayes so. Antho.

Let her know't. To the Boy Cæsar send this

grizled head, and he will fill thy wishes to the brimme,

[2090]

With Principalities.

Cleo. That head my Lord? Ant. To him againe, tell him he weares the Rose Of youth vpon him: from which, the world should note Something particular: His Coine, Ships, Legions,
[2095]
May be a Cowards, whose Ministers would preuaile Vnder the seruice of a Childe, as soone As i'th'Command of Cæsar. I dare him therefore To lay his gay Comparisons a‑part, And answer me declin'd, Sword against Sword,
[2100]
Our selues alone: Ile write it: Follow me.
Eno. Yes like enough: hye battel'd Cæsar will Vnstate his happinesse, and be Stag'd to'th'shew Against a Sworder. I see mens Iudgements are A parcell of their Fortunes, and things outward
[2105]
Do 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 subdu'de His iudgement too.
Enter a Seruant. Ser.
[2110]
A Messenger from Cæsar.
Cleo. What no more Ceremony? See my Women, Against the blowne Rose may they stop their nose, That kneel'd vnto the Buds. Admit him sir. Eno. Mine honesty, and I, beginne to square,
[2115]
The Loyalty well held to Fooles, does make Our Faith meere folly: yet he that can endure To follow with Allegeance a falne Lord, Does conquer him that did his Master conquer, And earnes a place i'th'Story.
Enter Thidias. Cleo.
[2120]
Cæsars will.
Thid. Heare it apart. Cleo. None but Friends: say boldly. Thid. So haply are they Friends to Anthony. Enob. He needs as many (Sir) as Cæsar ha's,
[2125]
Or needs not vs. If Cæsar please, our Master Will leape to be his Friend: For vs you know, Whose he is, we are, and that is Cæsars.
Thid. So. Thus then thou most renown'd, Cæsar intreats, Not to consider in what case thou stand'st
[2130]
Further then he is Cæsars.
Cleo. Go on, right Royall. Thid. He knowes that you embrace not Anthony As you did loue, but as you feared him. Cleo. Oh. Thid.
[2135]
The scarre's vpon your Honor, therefore he Does pitty, as constrained blemishes, Not as deserued.
Cleo. He is a God, And knowes what is most right. Mine Honour
[2140]
Was not yeelded, but conquer'd meerely.
Eno. To be sure of that, I will aske Anthony. An ink mark follows the end of this line. Sir, sir, thou art so leakie That we must leaue thee to thy sinking, for Thy deerest quit thee. Exit Enob. Thid.
[2145]
Shall I say to Cæsar, What you require of him: for he partly begges To be desir'd to giue. It much would please him, That of his Fortunes you should make a staffe To leane vpon. But it would warme his spirits
[2150]
To heare from me you had left Anthony, And put your selfe vnder his shrowd, the vniuersal Land­ (lord.
Cleo. What's your name? Thid. My name is Thidias. Cleo. Most kinde Messenger,
[2155]
Say to great Cæsar this in disputation, I kisse his conqu'ring hand: Tell him, I am prompt To lay my Crowne at's feete, and there to kneele. Tell him, from his all‑obeying breath, I heare The doome of Egypt.
Thid.
[2160]
'Tis your Noblest course: Wisedome and Fortune combatting together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance may shake it. Giue me grace to lay My dutie on your hand.
Cleo.
[2165]
Your Cæsars Father oft, (When he hath mus'd of taking kingdomes in) Bestow'd his lips on that vnworthy place, An ink mark follows the end of this line. As it rain'd kisses.
Enter Anthony and Enobarbus. Ant. Fauours? By Ioue that thunders. What art thou (Fellow? Thid.
[2170]
One that but performes The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest To haue command obey'd.
Eno. You will be whipt. Ant. Approch there: ah you Kite. Now Gods & diuels
[2175]
Authority melts from me of late. When I cried hoa, Like Boyes vnto a musse, Kings would start forth, And cry, your will. Haue you no eares? I am Anthony yet. Take hence this Iack, and whip him.
Enter a Seruant. Eno. 'Tis better playing with a Lions whelpe,
[2180]
Then with an old one dying.
Ant. Moone and Starres, Whip him: wer't twenty of the greatest Tributaries That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I finde them So sawcy with the hand of she heere, what's her name
[2185]
Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him Fellowes, Till like a Boy you see him crindge his face, And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.
Thid. Marke Anthony. Ant. Tugge him away: being whipt
[2190]
Bring him againe, the Iacke of Cæsars shall Beare vs an arrant to him. Exeunt with Thidius. You were halfe blasted ere I knew you: Ha? Haue I my pillow left vnprest in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawfull Race,
[2195]
And by a Iem of women, to be abus'd By one that lookes on Feeders ?
Cleo. Good my Lord. Ant. You haue beene a boggeler euer, But when we in our viciousnesse grow hard
[2200]
(Oh misery on't) the wise Gods seele our eyes In our owne filth, drop our cleare iudgements, make vs Adore our errors, laugh at's while we strut To our confusion.
Cleo. Oh, is't come to this? Ant.
[2205]
I found you as a Morsell, cold vpon Dead Cæsars Trencher: Nay, you were a Fragment Of Gneius Pompeyes, besides what hotter houres Vnregistred in vulgar Fame, you haue Luxuriously pickt out. For I am sure,
[2210]
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
[2215]
My play‑fellow, your hand; this Kingly Seale, And plighter of high hearts. O that I were Vpon the hill of Basan, to out‑roare The horned Heard, for I haue sauage cause, And to proclaime it ciuilly, were like
[2220]
A halter'd necke, which do's the Hangman thanke, For being yare about him. Is he whipt?
Enter a Seruant with Thidias. Ser. Soundly, my Lord. Ant. Cried he? and begg'd a Pardon ? Ser. He did aske fauour. Ant.
[2225]
If that thy Father liue, let him repent Thou was't not made his daughter, and be thou sorrie To follow Cæsar in his Triumph, since Thou hast bin whipt. For following him, henceforth The white hand of a Lady Feauer thee,
[2230]
Shake thou to looke on't. Get thee backe to Cæsar, Tell him thy entertainment: looke thou say He makes me angry with him. For he seemes Proud and disdainfull, harping on what I am, Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,
[2235]
And at this time most easie 'tis to doo't: When my good Starres, that were my former guides Haue empty left their Orbes, and shot their Fires Into th'Abisme of hell. If he mislike, My speech, and what is done, tell him he has
[2240]
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.
Exit Thid. Cleo. Haue you done yet? Ant.
[2245]
Alacke our Terrene 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 points. An ink mark follows the end of this line. Cleo.
[2250]
Not know me yet?
Ant. Cold‑hearted toward me? Cleo. Ah (Deere) if I be so, From my cold heart let Heauen ingender haile, And poyson it in the sourse, and the first stone
[2255]
Drop in my necke: as it determines so Dissolue my life, the next Cæsarian smile, Till by degrees the memory of my wombe, Together with my braue Egyptians all, By the discandering of this pelleted storme,
[2260]
Lye grauelesse, till the Flies and Gnats of Nyle Haue buried them for prey.
Ant. I am satisfied: Cæsar sets downe in Alexandria, where I will oppose his Fate. Our force by Land,
[2265]
Hath Nobly held, our seuer'd Nauie too Haue knit againe, and Fleete, threatning most Sea‑like. Where hast thou bin my heart ? Dost thou heare Lady? If from the Field I shall returne once more To kisse these Lips, I will appeare in Blood,
[2270]
I, and my Sword, will earne our Chronicle, There's hope in't yet.
Cleo. That's my braue Lord. Ant. I will be trebble‑sinewed, hearted, breath'd, And fight maliciously: for when mine houres
[2275]
Were nice and lucky, men did ransome liues Of me for iests: But now, Ile set my teeth, And send to darkenesse all that stop me. Come, Let's haue one other gawdy night: Call to me All my sad Captaines, fill our Bowles once more:
[2280]
Let's mocke the midnight Bell.
Cleo. It is my Birth‑day, I had thought t'haue held it poore. But since my Lord Is Anthony againe, I will be Cleopatra. Ant. We will yet do well. Cleo.
[2285]
Call all his Noble Captaines to my Lord.
Ant. Do so, wee'l speake to them, And to night Ile force The Wine peepe through their scarres. Come on (my Queene)
[2290]
There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight Ile make death loue me: for I will contend Euen with his pestilent Sythe.
Exeunt. Eno. Now hee'l out‑stare the Lightning, to be furious Is to be frighted out of feare, and in that moode
[2295]
The Doue 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 leaue him.
Exeunt.
 

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      <l n="2131">Go on, right Royall.</l>
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      <l n="2134">Oh.</l>
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      <l n="2135">The scarre's vpon your Honor, therefore he</l>
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      <l n="2137">Not as deserued.</l>
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      <l n="2138">He is a God,</l>
      <l n="2139">And knowes what is most right. Mine Honour</l>
      <l n="2140">Was not yeelded, but conquer'd meerely.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-eno">
      <speaker rend="italic">Eno.</speaker>
      <l n="2141">To be sure of that, I will aske<hi rend="italic">Anthony</hi>.</l>
      <note type="physical" resp="#ES">An ink mark follows the end of this line.</note>
      <l n="2142">Sir, sir, thou art so leakie</l>
      <l n="2143">That we must leaue thee to thy sinking, for</l>
      <l n="2144">Thy deerest quit thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Enob.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ant-thy">
      <speaker rend="italic">Thid.</speaker>
      <l n="2145">Shall I say to<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2146">What you require of him: for he partly begges</l>
      <l n="2147">To be desir'd to giue. It much would please him,</l>
      <l n="2148">That of his Fortunes you should make a staffe</l>
      <l n="2149">To leane vpon. But it would warme his spirits</l>
      <l n="2150">To heare from me you had left<hi rend="italic">Anthony</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2151">And put your selfe vnder his shrowd, the vniuersal Land­
      <lb rend="turnunder"/>
         <pc rend="turnunder">(</pc>lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2152">What's your name?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-thy">
      <speaker rend="italic">Thid.</speaker>
      <l n="2153">My name is<hi rend="italic">Thidias</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2154">Most kinde Messenger,</l>
      <l n="2155">Say to great<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>this in disputation,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="2156">I kisse his conqu'ring hand: Tell him, I am prompt</l>
      <l n="2157">To lay my Crowne at's feete, and there to kneele.</l>
      <l n="2158">Tell him, from his all‑obeying breath, I heare</l>
      <l n="2159">The doome of Egypt.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-thy">
      <speaker rend="italic">Thid.</speaker>
      <l n="2160">'Tis your Noblest course:</l>
      <l n="2161">Wisedome and Fortune combatting together,</l>
      <l n="2162">If that the former dare but what it can,</l>
      <l n="2163">No chance may shake it. Giue me grace to lay</l>
      <l n="2164">My dutie on your hand.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2165">Your<hi rend="italic">Cæsars</hi>Father oft,</l>
      <l n="2166">(When he hath mus'd of taking kingdomes in)</l>
      <l n="2167">Bestow'd his lips on that vnworthy place,</l>
      <note type="physical" resp="#ES">An ink mark follows the end of this line.</note>
      <l n="2168">As it rain'd kisses.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Anthony and Enobarbus.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2169">Fauours? By Ioue that thunders. What art thou
      <lb rend="turnunder"/>
         <pc rend="turnunder">(</pc>Fellow?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-thy">
      <speaker rend="italic">Thid.</speaker>
      <l n="2170">One that but performes</l>
      <l n="2171">The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest</l>
      <l n="2172">To haue command obey'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-eno">
      <speaker rend="italic">Eno.</speaker>
      <l n="2173">You will be whipt.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2174">Approch there: ah you Kite. Now Gods &amp; diuels</l>
      <l n="2175">Authority melts from me of late. When I cried hoa,</l>
      <l n="2176">Like Boyes vnto a musse, Kings would start forth,</l>
      <l n="2177">And cry, your will. Haue you no eares?</l>
      <l n="2178">I am<hi rend="italic">Anthony</hi>yet. Take hence this Iack, and whip him.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter a Seruant.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ant-eno">
      <speaker rend="italic">Eno.</speaker>
      <l n="2179">'Tis better playing with a Lions whelpe,</l>
      <l n="2180">Then with an old one dying.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2181">Moone and Starres,</l>
      <l n="2182">Whip him: wer't twenty of the greatest Tributaries</l>
      <l n="2183">That do acknowledge<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>, should I finde them</l>
      <l n="2184">So sawcy with the hand of she heere, what's her name</l>
      <l n="2185">Since she was<hi rend="italic">Cleopatra</hi>? Whip him Fellowes,</l>
      <l n="2186">Till like a Boy you see him crindge his face,</l>
      <l n="2187">And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-thy">
      <speaker rend="italic">Thid.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="2188">Marke Anthony.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2189">Tugge him away: being whipt</l>
      <l n="2190">Bring him againe, the Iacke of<hi rend="italic">Cæsars</hi>shall</l>
      <l n="2191">Beare vs an arrant to him.</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt with Thidius.</stage>
      <l n="2192">You were halfe blasted ere I knew you: Ha?</l>
      <l n="2193">Haue I my pillow left vnprest in Rome,</l>
      <l n="2194">Forborne the getting of a lawfull Race,</l>
      <l n="2195">And by a Iem of women, to be abus'd</l>
      <l n="2196">By one that lookes on Feeders<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2197">Good my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2198">You haue beene a boggeler euer,</l>
      <l n="2199">But when we in our viciousnesse grow hard</l>
      <l n="2200">(Oh misery on't) the wise Gods seele our eyes</l>
      <l n="2201">In our owne filth, drop our cleare iudgements, make vs</l>
      <l n="2202">Adore our errors, laugh at's while we strut</l>
      <l n="2203">To our confusion.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2204">Oh, is't come to this?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2205">I found you as a Morsell, cold vpon</l>
      <l n="2206">Dead<hi rend="italic">Cæsars</hi>Trencher: Nay, you were a Fragment</l>
      <l n="2207">Of<hi rend="italic">Gneius Pompeyes</hi>, besides what hotter houres</l>
      <l n="2208">Vnregistred in vulgar Fame, you haue</l>
      <l n="2209">Luxuriously pickt out. For I am sure,</l>
      <l n="2210">Though you can guesse what Temperance should be,</l>
      <l n="2211">You know not what it is.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2212">Wherefore is this?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2213">To let a Fellow that will take rewards,</l>
      <l n="2214">And say, God quit you, be familiar with</l>
      <l n="2215">My play‑fellow, your hand; this Kingly Seale,</l>
      <l n="2216">And plighter of high hearts. O that I were</l>
      <l n="2217">Vpon the hill of Basan, to out‑roare</l>
      <l n="2218">The horned Heard, for I haue sauage cause,</l>
      <l n="2219">And to proclaime it ciuilly, were like</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0868-0.jpg" n="358"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="2220">A halter'd necke, which do's the Hangman thanke,</l>
      <l n="2221">For being yare about him. Is he whipt?</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter a Seruant with Thidias.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ant-ser">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
      <l n="2222">Soundly, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2223">Cried he? and begg'd a Pardon<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-ser">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
      <l n="2224">He did aske fauour.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2225">If that thy Father liue, let him repent</l>
      <l n="2226">Thou was't not made his daughter, and be thou sorrie</l>
      <l n="2227">To follow<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>in his Triumph, since</l>
      <l n="2228">Thou hast bin whipt. For following him, henceforth</l>
      <l n="2229">The white hand of a Lady Feauer thee,</l>
      <l n="2230">Shake thou to looke on't. Get thee backe to<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2231">Tell him thy entertainment: looke thou say</l>
      <l n="2232">He makes me angry with him. For he seemes</l>
      <l n="2233">Proud and disdainfull, harping on what I am,</l>
      <l n="2234">Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,</l>
      <l n="2235">And at this time most easie 'tis to doo't:</l>
      <l n="2236">When my good Starres, that were my former guides</l>
      <l n="2237">Haue empty left their Orbes, and shot their Fires</l>
      <l n="2238">Into th'Abisme of hell. If he mislike,</l>
      <l n="2239">My speech, and what is done, tell him he has</l>
      <l n="2240">
         <hi rend="italic">Hiparchus</hi>, my enfranched Bondman, whom</l>
      <l n="2241">He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,</l>
      <l n="2242">As he shall like to quit me. Vrge it thou:</l>
      <l n="2243">Hence with thy stripes, be gone.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Thid.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2244">Haue you done yet?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2245">Alacke our Terrene Moone is now Eclipst,</l>
      <l n="2246">And it portends alone the fall of<hi rend="italic">Anthony</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2247">I must stay his time?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2248">To flatter<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>, would you mingle eyes</l>
      <l n="2249">With one that tyes his points.</l>
      <note type="physical" resp="#ES">An ink mark follows the end of this line.</note>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2250">Not know me yet?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2251">Cold‑hearted toward me?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2252">Ah (Deere) if I be so,</l>
      <l n="2253">From my cold heart let Heauen ingender haile,</l>
      <l n="2254">And poyson it in the sourse, and the first stone</l>
      <l n="2255">Drop in my necke: as it determines so</l>
      <l n="2256">Dissolue my life, the next Cæsarian smile,</l>
      <l n="2257">Till by degrees the memory of my wombe,</l>
      <l n="2258">Together with my braue Egyptians all,</l>
      <l n="2259">By the discandering of this pelleted storme,</l>
      <l n="2260">Lye grauelesse, till the Flies and Gnats of Nyle</l>
      <l n="2261">Haue buried them for prey.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2262">I am satisfied:</l>
      <l n="2263">
         <hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>sets downe in Alexandria, where</l>
      <l n="2264">I will oppose his Fate. Our force by Land,</l>
      <l n="2265">Hath Nobly held, our seuer'd Nauie too</l>
      <l n="2266">Haue knit againe, and Fleete, threatning most Sea‑like.</l>
      <l n="2267">Where hast thou bin my heart<c rend="italic">?</c>Dost thou heare Lady?</l>
      <l n="2268">If from the Field I shall returne once more</l>
      <l n="2269">To kisse these Lips, I will appeare in Blood,</l>
      <l n="2270">I, and my Sword, will earne our Chronicle,</l>
      <l n="2271">There's hope in't yet.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2272">That's my braue Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2273">I will be trebble‑sinewed, hearted, breath'd,</l>
      <l n="2274">And fight maliciously: for when mine houres</l>
      <l n="2275">Were nice and lucky, men did ransome liues</l>
      <l n="2276">Of me for iests: But now, Ile set my teeth,</l>
      <l n="2277">And send to darkenesse all that stop me. Come,</l>
      <l n="2278">Let's haue one other gawdy night: Call to me</l>
      <l n="2279">All my sad Captaines, fill our Bowles once more:</l>
      <l n="2280">Let's mocke the midnight Bell.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2281">It is my Birth‑day,</l>
      <l n="2282">I had thought t'haue held it poore. But since my Lord</l>
      <l n="2283">Is<hi rend="italic">Anthony</hi>againe, I will be<hi rend="italic">Cleopatra</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2284">We will yet do well.</l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2285">Call all his Noble Captaines to my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2286">Do so, wee'l speake to them,</l>
      <l n="2287">And to night Ile force</l>
      <l n="2288">The Wine peepe through their scarres.</l>
      <l n="2289">Come on (my Queene)</l>
      <l n="2290">There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight</l>
      <l n="2291">Ile make death loue me: for I will contend</l>
      <l n="2292">Euen with his pestilent Sythe.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ant-eno">
      <speaker rend="italic">Eno.</speaker>
      <l n="2293">Now hee'l out‑stare the Lightning, to be furious</l>
      <l n="2294">Is to be frighted out of feare, and in that moode</l>
      <l n="2295">The Doue will pecke the Estridge; and I see still</l>
      <l n="2296">A diminution in our Captaines braine,</l>
      <l n="2297">Restores his heart; when valour prayes in reason,</l>
      <l n="2298">It eates the Sword it fights with: I will seeke</l>
      <l n="2299">Some way to leaue him.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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