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Anthony and Cleopatra. Enter a Guard. 1. Guard. What's the noise? Ant. I haue done my worke ill Friends: Oh make an end of what I haue begun. 2
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The Starre is falne.
1 And time is at his Period. All. Alas, and woe. Ant. Let him that loues me, strike me dead. 1 Not I. 2
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Nor I.
3 Nor any one. exeunt Dercetus. Thy death and fortunes bid thy folowers fly This sword but shewne to Cæsar with this tydings, Shall enter me with him. Enter Diomedes. Dio.
[2830]
Where's Anthony?
Decre. There Diomed there. Diom. Liues he: wilt thou not answer man? Ant. Art thou there Diomed? Draw thy sword, and giue mee,
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Suffising strokes for death.
Diom. Most absolute Lord: My Mistris Cleopatra sent me to thee. Ant. When did shee send thee? Diom. Now my Lord. Anth.
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Where is she?
Diom. Lockt in her Monument: she had a Prophesying (feare Of what hath come to passe: for when she saw (Which neuer shall be found) you did suspect She had dispos'd with Cæsar, and that your rage
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Would not be purg'd, she sent you word she was dead: But fearing since how it might worke, hath sent Me to proclaime the truth, and I am come I dread, too late.
Ant. Too late good Diomed: call my Guard I prythee. Dio.
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What hoa: the Emperors Guard, The Guard, what hoa? Come, your Lord calles.
Enter 4. or 5. of the Guard of Anthony. Ant. Beare me good Friends where Cleopatra bides, 'Tis the last seruice that I shall command you. 1 Woe, woe are we sir, you may not liue to weare
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All your true Followers out.
All. Most heauy day. Ant. Nay good my Fellowes, do not please sharp fate To grace it with your sorrowes. Bid that welcome Which comes to punish vs, and we punish it
[2860]
Seeming to beare it lightly. Take me vp, I haue led you oft, carry me now good Friends, And haue my thankes for all.
Exit bearing Anthony
[Act 4, Scene 15] Enter Cleopatra, and her Maides aloft, with Charmian & Iras. Cleo. Oh Charmian, I will neuer go from hence. Char. Be comforted deere Madam. Cleo.
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No, I will not: All strange and terrible euents are welcome, But comforts we dispise; our size of sorrow Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great As that which makes it. Enter Diomed.
[2870]
How now? is he dead?
Diom. His death's vpon him, but not dead. Looke out o'th other side your Monument, His Guard haue brought him thither. Enter Anthony, and the Guard.

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Cleo. Oh Sunne,
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Burne the great Sphere thou mou'st in, darkling stand The varrying shore o'th'world. O Antony, Antony, Antony Helpe Charmian, helpe Iras helpe: helpe Friends Below, let's draw him hither.
Ant. Peace,
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Not Cæsars Valour hath o'rethrowne Anthony, But Anthonie's hath Triumpht on it selfe.
Cleo. So it should be, That none but Anthony should conquer Anthony, But woe 'tis so. Ant.
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I am dying Egypt, dying; onely I heere importune death a‑while, vntill Of many thousand kisses, the poore last I lay vpon thy lippes.
Cleo. I dare not Deere,
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Deere my Lord pardon: I dare not, Least I be taken: nor th'Imperious shew Of the full‑Fortun'd Cæsar, euer shall Be brooch'd with me, if Knife, Drugges, Serpents haue Edge, sting, or operation. I am safe:
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Your Wife Octauia, with her modest eyes, And still Conclusion, shall acquire no Honour Demuring vpon me: but come, come Anthony, Helpe me my women, we must draw thee vp: Assist good Friends.
Ant.
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Oh quicke, or I am gone.
Cleo. Heere's sport indeede: How heauy weighes my Lord ? Our strength is all gone into heauinesse, That makes the waight. Had I great Iuno's power,
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The strong wing'd Mercury should fetch thee vp, And set thee by Ioues side. Yet come a little, Wishers were euer Fooles. Oh come, come, come, They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra. And welcome, welcome. Dye when thou hast liu'd, Quicken with kissing: had my lippes that power,
[2910]
Thus would I weare them out.
All. A heauy sight. Ant. I am dying Egypt, dying. Giue me some Wine, and let me speake a little. Cleo. No, let me speake, and let me rayle so hye,
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That the false Huswife Fortune, breake her Wheele, Prouok'd by my offence.
Ant. One word (sweet Queene) Of Cæsar seeke your Honour, with your safety. Oh. Cleo. They do not go together. Ant.
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Gentle heare me, None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius.
Cleo. My Resolution, and my hands, Ile trust, None about Cæsar. Ant. The miserable change now at my end, An ink mark follows the end of this line.
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Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former Fortunes Wherein I liued. The greatest Prince o'th'world, The Noblest: and do now not basely dye, Not Cowardly put off my Helmet to
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My Countreyman. A Roman, by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my Spirit is going, I can no more.
Cleo. Noblest of men, woo't dye? Hast thou no care of me, shall I abide
[2935]
In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better then a Stye? Oh see my women: The Crowne o'th'earth doth melt. My Lord? Oh wither'd is the Garland of the Warre, The

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[Act 4, Scene 15] Enter Cleopatra, and her Maides aloft, with Charmian & Iras. Cleo. Oh Charmian, I will neuer go from hence. Char. Be comforted deere Madam. Cleo.
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No, I will not: All strange and terrible euents are welcome, But comforts we dispise; our size of sorrow Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great As that which makes it. Enter Diomed.
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How now? is he dead?
Diom. His death's vpon him, but not dead. Looke out o'th other side your Monument, His Guard haue brought him thither. Enter Anthony, and the Guard. Cleo. Oh Sunne,
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Burne the great Sphere thou mou'st in, darkling stand The varrying shore o'th'world. O Antony, Antony, Antony Helpe Charmian, helpe Iras helpe: helpe Friends Below, let's draw him hither.
Ant. Peace,
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Not Cæsars Valour hath o'rethrowne Anthony, But Anthonie's hath Triumpht on it selfe.
Cleo. So it should be, That none but Anthony should conquer Anthony, But woe 'tis so. Ant.
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I am dying Egypt, dying; onely I heere importune death a‑while, vntill Of many thousand kisses, the poore last I lay vpon thy lippes.
Cleo. I dare not Deere,
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Deere my Lord pardon: I dare not, Least I be taken: nor th'Imperious shew Of the full‑Fortun'd Cæsar, euer shall Be brooch'd with me, if Knife, Drugges, Serpents haue Edge, sting, or operation. I am safe:
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Your Wife Octauia, with her modest eyes, And still Conclusion, shall acquire no Honour Demuring vpon me: but come, come Anthony, Helpe me my women, we must draw thee vp: Assist good Friends.
Ant.
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Oh quicke, or I am gone.
Cleo. Heere's sport indeede: How heauy weighes my Lord ? Our strength is all gone into heauinesse, That makes the waight. Had I great Iuno's power,
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The strong wing'd Mercury should fetch thee vp, And set thee by Ioues side. Yet come a little, Wishers were euer Fooles. Oh come, come, come, They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra. And welcome, welcome. Dye when thou hast liu'd, Quicken with kissing: had my lippes that power,
[2910]
Thus would I weare them out.
All. A heauy sight. Ant. I am dying Egypt, dying. Giue me some Wine, and let me speake a little. Cleo. No, let me speake, and let me rayle so hye,
[2915]
That the false Huswife Fortune, breake her Wheele, Prouok'd by my offence.
Ant. One word (sweet Queene) Of Cæsar seeke your Honour, with your safety. Oh. Cleo. They do not go together. Ant.
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Gentle heare me, None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius.
Cleo. My Resolution, and my hands, Ile trust, None about Cæsar. Ant. The miserable change now at my end, An ink mark follows the end of this line.
[2925]
Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former Fortunes Wherein I liued. The greatest Prince o'th'world, The Noblest: and do now not basely dye, Not Cowardly put off my Helmet to
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My Countreyman. A Roman, by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my Spirit is going, I can no more.
Cleo. Noblest of men, woo't dye? Hast thou no care of me, shall I abide
[2935]
In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better then a Stye? Oh see my women: The Crowne o'th'earth doth melt. My Lord? Oh wither'd is the Garland of the Warre, The Souldiers pole is falne: young Boyes and Gyrles
[2940]
Are leuell now with men: The oddes is gone, And there is nothing left remarkeable Beneath the visiting Moone.
Char. Oh quietnesse, Lady. Iras. She's dead too, our Soueraigne. Char.
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Lady.
Iras. Madam. Char. Oh Madam, Madam, Madam. Iras. Royall Egypt: Empresse. Char. Peace, peace, Iras. Cleo.
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No more but in a Woman, and commanded By such poore passion, as the Maid that Milkes, And doe's the meanest chares. It were for me, To throw my Scepter at the iniurious Gods, To tell them that this World did equall theyrs,
[2955]
Till they had stolne our Iewell. All's but naught: Patience is sottish, and impatience does Become a Dogge that's mad: Then is it sinne, To rush into the secret house of death, Ere death dare come to vs. How do you Women ?
[2960]
What, what good cheere? Why how now Charmian? My Noble Gyrles? Ah Women, women! Looke Our Lampe is spent, it's out. Good sirs, take heart, Wee'l bury him: And then, what's braue, what's Noble, Let's doo't after the high Roman fashion,
[2965]
And make death proud to take vs. Come, away, This case of that huge Spirit now is cold. Ah Women, Women! Come, we haue no Friend But Resolution, and the breefest end.
Exeunt, bearing of Anthonies body.
 

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      <l n="2874">Oh Sunne,</l>
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      <l n="2885">I am dying Egypt, dying; onely</l>
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      <l n="2887">Of many thousand kisses, the poore last</l>
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      <l n="2889">I dare not Deere,</l>
      <l n="2890">Deere my Lord pardon: I dare not,</l>
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      <l n="2893">Be brooch'd with me, if Knife, Drugges, Serpents haue</l>
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      <l n="2898">Helpe me my women, we must draw thee vp:</l>
      <l n="2899">Assist good Friends.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2900">Oh quicke, or I am gone.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2901">Heere's sport indeede:</l>
      <l n="2902">How heauy weighes my Lord<c rend="italic">?</c>
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      <l n="2903">Our strength is all gone into heauinesse,</l>
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      <l n="2905">The strong wing'd Mercury should fetch thee vp,</l>
      <l n="2906">And set thee by Ioues side. Yet come a little,</l>
      <l n="2907">Wishers were euer Fooles. Oh come, come, come,</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra.</stage>
      <l n="2908">And welcome, welcome. Dye when thou hast liu'd,</l>
      <l n="2909">Quicken with kissing: had my lippes that power,</l>
      <l n="2910">Thus would I weare them out.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <l n="2911">A heauy sight.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2912">I am dying Egypt, dying.</l>
      <l n="2913">Giue me some Wine, and let me speake a little.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2914">No, let me speake, and let me rayle so hye,</l>
      <l n="2915">That the false Huswife Fortune, breake her Wheele,</l>
      <l n="2916">Prouok'd by my offence.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2917">One word (sweet Queene)</l>
      <l n="2918">Of<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>seeke your Honour, with your safety. Oh.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2919">They do not go together.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2920">Gentle heare me,</l>
      <l n="2921">None about<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>trust, but<hi rend="italic">Proculeius</hi>.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2922">My Resolution, and my hands, Ile trust,</l>
      <l n="2923">None about<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="2924">The miserable change now at my end,</l>
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      <l n="2925">Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts</l>
      <l n="2926">In feeding them with those my former Fortunes</l>
      <l n="2927">Wherein I liued. The greatest Prince o'th'world,</l>
      <l n="2928">The Noblest: and do now not basely dye,</l>
      <l n="2929">Not Cowardly put off my Helmet to</l>
      <l n="2930">My Countreyman. A Roman, by a Roman</l>
      <l n="2931">Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my Spirit is going,</l>
      <l n="2932">I can no more.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2933">Noblest of men, woo't dye?</l>
      <l n="2934">Hast thou no care of me, shall I abide</l>
      <l n="2935">In this dull world, which in thy absence is</l>
      <l n="2936">No better then a Stye? Oh see my women:</l>
      <l n="2937">The Crowne o'th'earth doth melt. My Lord?</l>
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      <l n="2939">The Souldiers pole is falne: young Boyes and Gyrles</l>
      <l n="2940">Are leuell now with men: The oddes is gone,</l>
      <l n="2941">And there is nothing left remarkeable</l>
      <l n="2942">Beneath the visiting Moone.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-cha">
      <speaker rend="italic">Char.</speaker>
      <l n="2943">Oh quietnesse, Lady.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-ira">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iras.</speaker>
      <l n="2944">She's dead too, our Soueraigne.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-cha">
      <speaker rend="italic">Char.</speaker>
      <l n="2945">Lady.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-ira">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iras.</speaker>
      <l n="2946">Madam.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-cha">
      <speaker rend="italic">Char.</speaker>
      <l n="2947">Oh Madam, Madam, Madam.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-ira">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iras.</speaker>
      <l n="2948">Royall Egypt: Empresse.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-cha">
      <speaker rend="italic">Char.</speaker>
      <l n="2949">Peace, peace,<hi rend="italic">Iras</hi>.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ant-cle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
      <l n="2950">No more but in a Woman, and commanded</l>
      <l n="2951">By such poore passion, as the Maid that Milkes,</l>
      <l n="2952">And doe's the meanest chares. It were for me,</l>
      <l n="2953">To throw my Scepter at the iniurious Gods,</l>
      <l n="2954">To tell them that this World did equall theyrs,</l>
      <l n="2955">Till they had stolne our Iewell. All's but naught:</l>
      <l n="2956">Patience is sottish, and impatience does</l>
      <l n="2957">Become a Dogge that's mad: Then is it sinne,</l>
      <l n="2958">To rush into the secret house of death,</l>
      <l n="2959">Ere death dare come to vs. How do you Women<c rend="italic">?</c>
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      <l n="2960">What, what good cheere? Why how now<hi rend="italic">Charmian</hi>?</l>
      <l n="2961">My Noble Gyrles? Ah Women, women! Looke</l>
      <l n="2962">Our Lampe is spent, it's out. Good sirs, take heart,</l>
      <l n="2963">Wee'l bury him: And then, what's braue, what's Noble,</l>
      <l n="2964">Let's doo't after the high Roman fashion,</l>
      <l n="2965">And make death proud to take vs. Come, away,</l>
      <l n="2966">This case of that huge Spirit now is cold.</l>
      <l n="2967">Ah Women, Women! Come, we haue no Friend</l>
      <l n="2968">But Resolution, and the breefest end.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt, bearing of Anthonies body.</stage>
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