The Bodleian First Folio

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The Tragedie of He shall not heare thee, or from Cæsars Campe, Say I am none of thine. Ant. What sayest thou? Sold.
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Sir he is with Cæsar.
Eros. Sir, his Chests and Treasure he has not with him. Ant. Is he gone ? Sol. Most certaine. Ant. Go Eros, send his Treasure after, do it,
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Detaine no iot I charge thee: write to him, (I will subscribe) gentle adieu's, and greetings; Say, that I wish he neuer finde more cause To change a Master. Oh my Fortunes haue Corrupted honest men. Dispatch Enobarbus.
Exit
[Act 4, Scene 6] Flourish. Enter Agrippa, Cæsar, with Enobarbus, and Dollabella. Cæs
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Go forth Agrippa, and begin the fight: Our will is Anthony be tooke aliue: Make it so knowne.
Agrip. Cæsar, I shall. Cæsar. The time of vniuersall peace is neere:
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Proue this a prosp'rous day, the three nook'd world Shall beare the Oliue freely.
Enter a Messenger. Mes. Anthony is come into the Field. Cæs Go charge Agrippa, Plant those that haue reuolted in the Vant,
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That Anthony may seeme to spend his Fury Vpon himselfe.
Exeunt. Enob. Alexas did reuolt, and went to Iewrii on Affaires of Anthony, there did disswade Great Herod to incline himselfe to Cæsar,
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And leaue his Master Anthony. For this paines, Cæsar hath hang'd him: Camindius and the rest That fell away, haue entertainment, but No honourable trust: I haue done ill, Of which I do accuse my selfe so sorely,
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That I will ioy no more.
Enter a Soldier of Cæsars. Sol. Enobarbus, Anthony Hath after thee sent all thy Treasure, with His Bounty ouer‑plus. The Messenger Came on my guard, and at thy Tent is now
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Vnloading of his Mules.
Eno. I giue it you. Sol. Mocke not Enobarbus, I tell you true: Best you saf't the bringer Out of the hoast, I must attend mine Office,
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Or would haue done't my selfe. Your Emperor Continues still a Ioue.
Exit Enob. I am alone the Villaine of the earth, And feele I am so most. Oh Anthony, Thou Mine of Bounty, how would'st thou haue payed
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My better seruice, when my turpitude Thou dost so Crowne with Gold. This blowes my hart, If swift thought breake it not: a swifter meane Shall out‑strike thought, but thought will doo't. I feele I fight against thee: No I will go seeke
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Some Ditch, wherein to dye: the foul'st best fits My latter part of life.
Exit.
[Act 4, Scene 7] Alarum, Drummes and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa. Agrip Retire, we haue engag'd our selues too farre: Cæsar himselfe ha's worke, and our oppression Exceeds what we expected. Exit.

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Alarums. Enter Anthony, and Scarrus wounded. Scar.
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O my braue Emperor, this is fought indeed, Had we done so at first, we had drouen them home With clowts about their heads.
Far off. Ant. Thou bleed'st apace. Scar. I had a wound heere that was like a T,
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But now 'tis made an H.
Ant. They do retyre. Scar. Wee'l beat 'em into Bench‑holes, I haue yet Roome for six scotches more. Enter Eros. Eros. They are beaten Sir, and our aduantage serues
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For a faire victory.
Scar. Let vs score their backes, And snatch 'em vp, as we take Hares behinde, 'Tis sport to maul a Runner. Ant. I will reward thee
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Once for thy sprightly comfort, and ten‑fold For thy good valour. Come thee on.
Scar. Ile halt after. Exeunt
[Act 4, Scene 8] Alarum. Enter Anthony againe in a March. Scarrus, with others. Ant. We haue beate him to his Campe: Runne one Before, & let the Queen know of our guests: to morrow
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Before the Sun shall see's, wee'l spill the blood That ha's to day escap'd. I thanke you all, For doughty handed are you, and haue fought Not as you seru'd the Cause, but as't had beene Each mans like mine: you haue shewne all Hectors.
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Enter the Citty, clip your Wiues, your Friends, Tell them your feats, whil'st they with ioyfull teares Wash the congealement from your wounds, and kisse The Honour'd‑gashes whole. Enter Cleopatra. Giue me thy hand,
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To this great Faiery, Ile commend thy acts, Make her thankes blesse thee. Oh thou day o'th'world, Chaine mine arm'd necke, leape thou, Attyre and all Through proofe of Harnesse to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing.
Cleo.
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Lord of Lords. Oh infinite Vertue, comm'st thou smiling from An ink mark follows the end of this line. The worlds great snare vncaught.
Ant. Mine Nightingale, We haue beate them to their Beds.
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What Gyrle, though gray Do somthing mingle with our yonger brown, yet ha we A Braine that nourishes our Nerues, and can Get gole for gole of youth. Behold this man, Commend vnto his Lippes thy fauouring hand,
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Kisse it my Warriour: He hath fought to day, As if a God in hate of Mankinde, had Destroyed in such a shape.
Cleo. Ile giue thee Friend An Armour all of Gold: it was a Kings. Ant.
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He has deseru'd it, were it Carbunkled Like holy Phœbus Carre. Giue me thy hand, Through Alexandria make a iolly March, Beare our hackt Targets, like the men that owe them. Had our great Pallace the capacity
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To Campe this hoast, we all would sup together, And drinke Carowses to the next dayes Fate Which

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[Act 4, Scene 8] Alarum. Enter Anthony againe in a March. Scarrus, with others. Ant. We haue beate him to his Campe: Runne one Before, & let the Queen know of our guests: to morrow
[2535]
Before the Sun shall see's, wee'l spill the blood That ha's to day escap'd. I thanke you all, For doughty handed are you, and haue fought Not as you seru'd the Cause, but as't had beene Each mans like mine: you haue shewne all Hectors.
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Enter the Citty, clip your Wiues, your Friends, Tell them your feats, whil'st they with ioyfull teares Wash the congealement from your wounds, and kisse The Honour'd‑gashes whole. Enter Cleopatra. Giue me thy hand,
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To this great Faiery, Ile commend thy acts, Make her thankes blesse thee. Oh thou day o'th'world, Chaine mine arm'd necke, leape thou, Attyre and all Through proofe of Harnesse to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing.
Cleo.
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Lord of Lords. Oh infinite Vertue, comm'st thou smiling from An ink mark follows the end of this line. The worlds great snare vncaught.
Ant. Mine Nightingale, We haue beate them to their Beds.
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What Gyrle, though gray Do somthing mingle with our yonger brown, yet ha we A Braine that nourishes our Nerues, and can Get gole for gole of youth. Behold this man, Commend vnto his Lippes thy fauouring hand,
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Kisse it my Warriour: He hath fought to day, As if a God in hate of Mankinde, had Destroyed in such a shape.
Cleo. Ile giue thee Friend An Armour all of Gold: it was a Kings. Ant.
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He has deseru'd it, were it Carbunkled Like holy Phœbus Carre. Giue me thy hand, Through Alexandria make a iolly March, Beare our hackt Targets, like the men that owe them. Had our great Pallace the capacity
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To Campe this hoast, we all would sup together, And drinke Carowses to the next dayes Fate Which promises Royall perill, Trumpetters With brazen dinne blast you the Citties eare, Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines,
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That heauen and earth may strike their sounds together, Applauding our approach.
Exeunt.
 

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