Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.
[Act 1, Scene 1]
Enter Demetrius and Philo.Philo.NAy, but this dotage of our Generals
Ore‑flowes the measure: those his goodly eyesThat o're the Files and Musters of the Warre,Haue glow'd like plated Mars:
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Now bend, now turneThe Office and Deuotion of their viewVpon a Tawny Front. His Captaines heart,Which in the scuffles of great Fights hath burstThe Buckles on his brest, reneages all temper,
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And is become the Bellowes and the FanTo coole a Gypsies Lust.Flourish. Enter Anthony, Cleopatra, her Ladies, the
Traine, with Eunuchs fanning her.
Looke where they come:Take but good note, and you shall see in him(The triple Pillar of the world) transform'd
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Into a Strumpets Foole. Behold and see.Cleo.If it be Loue indeed, tell me how much.Ant.There's beggery in the loue that can be reckon'dCleo.Ile set a bourne how farre to be belou'd.Ant.Then must thou needes finde out new Heauen,
new Earth.
Enter a Messenger.Mes.
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Newes (my good Lord) from Rome.Ant.Grates me, the summe.Cleo.Nay heare them
Anthony.
Fuluia perchance is angry: Or who knowes,
If the scarse‑bearded
Cæsar haue not sent
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His powrefull Mandate to you. Do this, or this;Take in that Kingdome, and Infranchise that:Perform't, or else we damne thee.Ant.How, my Loue?Cleo.Perchance? Nay, and most like:
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You must not stay heere longer, your dismissionIs come from
Cæsar, therefore heare it
AnthonyWhere's
Fuluias Processe? (
Cæsars I would say) both?
Call in the Messengers: As I am Egypts Queene,Thou blushest
Anthony, and that blood of thine
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Is
Cæsars homager: else so thy cheeke payes shame,
When shrill‑tongu'd
Fuluia scolds. The Messengers.
Ant.Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide ArchOf the raing'd Empire fall: Heere is my space,Kingdomes are clay: Our dungie earth alike
Feeds Beast as Man; the Noblenesse of lifeIs to do thus: when such a mutuall paire,And such a twaine can doo't, in which I bindeOne paine of punishment, the world to weeteWe stand vp Peerelesse.Cleo.
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Excellent falshood:Why did he marry
Fuluia, and not loue her?
Ile seeme the Foole I am not.
Anthony will be himselfe.
Ant.But stirr'd by
Cleopatra.
Now for the loue of Loue, and her soft houres,
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Let's not confound the time with Conference harsh;There's not a minute of our liues should stretchWithout some pleasure now. What sport to night?Cleo.Heare the Ambassadors.Ant.Fye wrangling Queene:
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Whom euery thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,To weepe: who euery passion fully striuesTo make it selfe (in Thee) faire, and admir'd.No Messenger but thine, and all alone, to nightWee'l wander through the streets, and note
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The qualities of people. Come my Queene,Last night you did desire it. Speake not to vs.Exeunt with the Traine.Dem.Is
Cæsar with
Anthonius priz'd so slight?
Philo.Sir sometimes when he is not
Anthony,
He comes too short of that great Property
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Which still should go with
Anthony.
Dem.
I am full sorry, that hee approues the common
Lyar, who thus speakes of him at Rome; but I will hope
of better deeds to morrow. Rest you happy.
Exeunt
[Act 1, Scene 2]
Enter Enobarbus, Lamprius, a Southsayer, Rannius, Lucilli
us, Charmian, Iras, Mardian the Eunuch,
and Alexas.
Char.
L.
LordAlexas, sweet
Alexas, most any thing
Alexas,
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almost most absolute
Alexas, where's the Soothsayer
that you prais'd so to'th'Queene? Oh that I knewe this
Husband, which you say, must change his Hornes with
[Act 1, Scene 2]
Enter Enobarbus, Lamprius, a Southsayer, Rannius, Lucilli
us, Charmian, Iras, Mardian the Eunuch,
and Alexas.
Char.
L.
LordAlexas, sweet
Alexas, most any thing
Alexas,
[70]
almost most absolute
Alexas, where's the Soothsayer
that you prais'd so to'th'Queene? Oh that I knewe this
Husband, which you say, must change his Hornes with
Garlands.
Alex.
Soothsayer.
Sooth.
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Your will?
Char.
Is this the Man? Is't you sir that know things?
Sooth.
In Natures infinite booke of Secrecie, a little I
can read.
Alex.
Shew him your hand.
Enob.
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Bring in the Banket quickly: Wine enough,Cleopatra's health to drinke.
Char.Good sir, giue me good Fortune.Sooth.I make not, but foresee.Char.Pray then, foresee me one.Sooth.
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You shall be yet farre fairer then you are.Char.He meanes in flesh.Iras.No, you shall paint when you are old.Char.Wrinkles forbid.Alex.Vex not his prescience, be attentiue.Char.
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Hush.Sooth.You shall be more belouing, then beloued.Char.I had rather heate my Liuer with drinking.Alex.Nay, heare him.Char.
Good now some excellent Fortune: Let mee
[95]
be married to three Kings in a forenoone, and Widdow
them all: Let me haue a Childe at fifty, to whom
Herode
of Iewry may do Homage. Finde me to marrie me with
Octauius Cæsar, and companion me with my Mistris.
Sooth.You shall out‑liue the Lady whom you serue.Char.
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Oh excellent, I loue long life better then Figs.Sooth.
You haue seene and proued a fairer former for
tune, then that which is to approach.
Char.
Then belike my Children shall haue no names:
Prythee how many Boyes and Wenches must I haue.
Sooth.
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If euery of your wishes had a wombe, & fore
tell euery wish, a Million.
Char.
Out Foole, I forgiue thee for a Witch.
Alex.
You thinke none but your sheets are priuie to
your wishes.
Char.
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Nay come, tell
Iras hers.
Alex.
Wee'l know all our Fortunes.
Enob.
Mine, and most of our Fortunes to night, shall
be drunke to bed.
Iras.
There's a Palme presages Chastity, if nothing els.
Char.
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E'ne as the o're‑flowing Nylus presageth Fa
mine.
Iras.
Go you wilde Bedfellow, you cannot Soothsay.
Char.
Nay, if an oyly Palme bee not a fruitfull Prog
nostication, I cannot scratch mine eare. Prythee tel her
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but a worky day Fortune.
Sooth.
Your Fortunes are alike.
Iras.
But how, but how, giue me particulars.
Sooth.
I haue said.
Iras.
Am I not an inch of Fortune better then she?
Char.
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Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better
then I: where would you choose it.
Iras.
Not in my Husbands nose.
Char.
Our worser thoughts Heauens mend.
Alexas.
Come, his Fortune, his Fortune. Oh let him
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mary a woman that cannot go, sweet
Isis, I beseech thee,
and let her dye too, and giue him a worse, and let worse
follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to
his graue, fifty‑fold a Cuckold. Good
Isis heare me this
Prayer, though thou denie me a matter of more waight:
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good
Isis I beseech thee.
Iras.
Amen, deere Goddesse, heare that prayer of the
people. For, as it is a heart‑breaking to see a handsome
man loose‑Wiu'd, so it is a deadly sorrow, to beholde a
foule Knaue vncuckolded: Therefore deere
Isis keep
de
corum
, and Fortune him accordingly.
Char.
Amen.
Alex.
Lo now, if it lay in their hands to make mee a
Cuckold, they would make themselues Whores, but
they'ld doo't.
Enter Cleopatra.Enob.
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Hush, heere comes
Anthony.
Char.
Not he, the Queene.
Cleo.
Saue you, my Lord.
Enob.
No Lady.
Cleo.
Was he not heere?
Char.
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No Madam.
Cleo.He was dispos'd to mirth, but on the sodaineA Romane thought hath strooke him.Enobarbus?
Enob.
Madam.
Cleo.
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Seeke him, and bring him hither: wher's
Alexias?
Alex.Heere at your seruice.My Lord approaches.Enter Anthony, with a Messenger.Cleo.We will not looke vpon him:Go with vs.Exeunt.Messen.
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Fuluia thy Wife,
First came into the Field.Ant.Against my Brother
Lucius?
Messen.I: but soone that Warre had end,And the times state
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Made friends of them, ioynting their force 'gainst
Cæsar,
Whose better issue in the warre from Italy,Vpon the first encounter draue them.Ant.Well, what worst.Mess.The Nature of bad newes infects the Teller.Ant.
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When it concernes the Foole or Coward: On.Things that are past, are done, with me. 'Tis thus,Who tels me true, though in his Tale lye death,I heare him as he flatter'd.Mes.Labienus (this is stiffe‑newes)
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Hath with his Parthian ForceExtended Asia: from Euphrates his conqueringBanner shooke, from Syria to Lydia,And to Ionia, whil'st⸺Ant.Anthony thou would'st say.
Mes.
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Oh my Lord.Ant.Speake to me home,Mince not the generall tongue, nameCleopatra as she is call'd in Rome:
Raile thou in
Fuluia's phrase, and taunt my faults
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With such full License, as both Truth and MaliceHaue power to vtter. Oh then we bring forth weeds,When our quicke windes lye still, and our illes told vsIs as our earing: fare thee well
awhlleawhile.
Mes.At your Noble pleasure.Exit Messenger.Enter another Messenger.Ant.
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From
Scicion how the newes? Speake there.
1. Mes.The man from
Scicion,
Is there such an one?2. Mes.He stayes vpon your will.Ant.Let him appeare:
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These strong Egyptian Fetters I must breake,Or loose my selfe in dotage.Enter another Messenger with a Letter.What are you?3. Mes.Fuluia thy wife is dead.
Ant.Where dyed she.Mes.
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In
Scicion, her length of sicknesse,
With what else more serious,Importeth thee to know, this beares.Antho.Forbeare meThere's a great Spirit gone, thus did I desire it:
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What our contempts doth often hurle from vs,We wish it ours againe. The present pleasure,By reuolution lowring, does becomeThe opposite of it selfe: she's good being gon,The hand could plucke her backe, that shou'd her on.
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I must from this enchanting Queene breake off,Ten thousand harmes, more then the illes I knowMy idlenesse doth hatch.Enter Enobarbus.How now
Enobarbus.
Eno.What's your pleasure, Sir?Anth.
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I must with haste from hence.Eno.
Why then we kill all our Women. We see how
mortall an vnkindnesse is to them, if they suffer our de
parture death's the word.
Ant.
I must be gone.
Eno.
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Vnder a compelling an occasion, let women die.
It were pitty to cast them away for nothing, though be
tweene them and a great cause, they should be esteemed
nothing.
Cleopatra catching but the least noyse of this,
dies instantly: I haue seene her dye twenty times vppon
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farre poorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death,
which commits some louing acte vpon her, she hath such
a celerity in dying.
Ant.
She is cunning past mans thought.
Eno.
Alacke Sir no, her passions are made of nothing
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but the finest part of pure Loue. We cannot cal her winds
and waters, sighes and teares: They are greater stormes
and Tempests then Almanackes can report. This cannot
be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a showre of Raine
as well as Ioue.
Ant.
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Would I had neuer seene her.
Eno.
Oh sir, you had then left vnseene a wonderfull
peece of worke, which not to haue beene blest withall,
would haue discredited your Trauaile.
Ant.
Fuluia is dead.
Eno.
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Sir.
Ant.
Fuluia is dead.
Eno.
Fuluia?
Ant.
Dead.
Eno.
Why sir, giue the Gods a thankefull Sacrifice:
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when it pleaseth their Deities to take the wife of a man
from him, it shewes to man the Tailors of the earth: com
forting therein, that when olde Robes are worne out,
there are members to make new. If there were no more
Women but
Fuluia, then had you indeede a cut, and the
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case to be lamented: This greefe is crown'd with Conso
lation, your old Smocke brings foorth a new Petticoate,
and indeed the teares liue in an Onion, that should water
this sorrow.
Ant.The businesse she hath broached in the State,
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Cannot endure my absence.Eno.
And the businesse you haue broach'd heere can
not be without you, especially that of
Cleopatra's, which
wholly depends on your abode.
Ant.No more light Answeres:
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Let our OfficersHaue notice what we purpose. I shall breakeThe cause of our Expedience to the Queene,And get her loue to part. For not aloneThe death of
Fuluia, with more vrgent touches
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Do strongly speake to vs: but the Letters tooOf many our contriuing Friends in Rome,Petition vs at home.
Sextus PompeiusHaue giuen the dare to
Cæsar, and commands
The Empire of the Sea. Our slippery people,
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Whose Loue is neuer link'd to the deseruer,Till his deserts are past, begin to throwPompey the great, and all his Dignities
Vpon his Sonne, who high in Name and Power,Higher then both in Blood and Life, stands vp
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For the maine Souldier. Whose quality going on,The sides o'th'world may danger. Much is breeding,Which like the Coursers heire, hath yet but life,And not a Serpents poyson. Say our pleasure,To such whose places vnder vs, require
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<l n="100">Oh excellent, I loue long life better then Figs.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Alex.</speaker>
<p n="142">Lo now, if it lay in their hands to make mee a
<lb n="143"/>Cuckold, they would make themselues Whores, but
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<p n="146">Not he, the Queene.</p>
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<p n="147">Saue you, my Lord.</p>
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<l n="152">A Romane thought hath strooke him.</l>
<l n="153">
<hi rend="italic">Enobarbus</hi>?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-eno">
<speaker rend="italic">Enob.</speaker>
<p n="154">Madam.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-cle">
<speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
<l n="155">Seeke him, and bring him hither: wher's<hi rend="italic">Alexias</hi>?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-ale">
<speaker rend="italic">Alex.</speaker>
<l n="156">Heere at your seruice.</l>
<l n="157">My Lord approaches.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Anthony, with a Messenger.</stage>
<sp who="#F-ant-cle">
<speaker rend="italic">Cleo.</speaker>
<l n="158">We will not looke vpon him:</l>
<l n="159">Go with vs.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
<sp who="#F-ant-mes">
<speaker rend="italic">Messen.</speaker>
<l n="160">
<hi rend="italic">Fuluia</hi>thy Wife,</l>
<l n="161">First came into the Field.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<l n="162">Against my Brother<hi rend="italic">Lucius</hi>?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-mes">
<speaker rend="italic">Messen.</speaker>
<l n="163">I: but soone that Warre had end,</l>
<l n="164">And the times state</l>
<l n="165">Made friends of them, ioynting their force 'gainst<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>,</l>
<l n="166">Whose better issue in the warre from Italy,</l>
<l n="167">Vpon the first encounter draue them.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<l n="168">Well, what worst.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-mes">
<speaker rend="italic">Mess.</speaker>
<l n="169">The Nature of bad newes infects the Teller.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<l n="170">When it concernes the Foole or Coward: On.</l>
<l n="171">Things that are past, are done, with me. 'Tis thus,</l>
<l n="172">Who tels me true, though in his Tale lye death,</l>
<l n="173">I heare him as he flatter'd.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-mes">
<speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
<l n="174">
<hi rend="italic">Labienus</hi>(this is stiffe‑newes)</l>
<l n="175">Hath with his Parthian Force</l>
<l n="176">Extended Asia: from Euphrates his conquering</l>
<l n="177">Banner shooke, from Syria to Lydia,</l>
<l n="178">And to Ionia, whil'st⸺</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<l n="179">
<hi rend="italic">Anthony</hi>thou would'st say.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-mes">
<speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
<l n="180">Oh my Lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<l n="181">Speake to me home,</l>
<l n="182">Mince not the generall tongue, name</l>
<l n="183">
<hi rend="italic">Cleopatra</hi>as she is call'd in Rome:</l>
<l n="184">Raile thou in<hi rend="italic">Fuluia's</hi>phrase, and taunt my faults</l>
<l n="185">With such full License, as both Truth and Malice</l>
<l n="186">Haue power to vtter. Oh then we bring forth weeds,</l>
<l n="187">When our quicke windes lye still, and our illes told vs</l>
<l n="188">Is as our earing: fare thee well<choice>
<orig>awhlle</orig>
<corr>awhile</corr>
</choice>.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-mes">
<speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
<l n="189">At your Noble pleasure.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Messenger.</stage>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter another Messenger.</stage>
<sp who="#F-ant-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<l n="190">From<hi rend="italic">Scicion</hi>how the newes? Speake there.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-mes.1">
<speaker rend="italic">1. Mes.</speaker>
<l n="191">The man from<hi rend="italic">Scicion</hi>,</l>
<l n="192">Is there such an one?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-mes.2">
<speaker rend="italic">2. Mes.</speaker>
<l n="193">He stayes vpon your will.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<l n="194">Let him appeare:</l>
<l n="195">These strong Egyptian Fetters I must breake,</l>
<l n="196">Or loose my selfe in dotage.</l>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter another Messenger with a Letter.</stage>
<l n="197">What are you?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-mes.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3. Mes.</speaker>
<l n="198">
<hi rend="italic">Fuluia</hi>thy wife is dead.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<l n="199">Where dyed she.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-mes">
<speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
<l n="200">In<hi rend="italic">Scicion</hi>, her length of sicknesse,</l>
<l n="201">With what else more serious,</l>
<l n="202">Importeth thee to know, this beares.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Antho.</speaker>
<l n="203">Forbeare me</l>
<l n="204">There's a great Spirit gone, thus did I desire it:</l>
<l n="205">What our contempts doth often hurle from vs,</l>
<pb facs="FFimg:axc0852-0.jpg" n="342"/>
<cb n="1"/>
<l n="206">We wish it ours againe. The present pleasure,</l>
<l n="207">By reuolution lowring, does become</l>
<l n="208">The opposite of it selfe: she's good being gon,</l>
<l n="209">The hand could plucke her backe, that shou'd her on.</l>
<l n="210">I must from this enchanting Queene breake off,</l>
<l n="211">Ten thousand harmes, more then the illes I know</l>
<l n="212">My idlenesse doth hatch.</l>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Enobarbus.</stage>
<l n="213">How now<hi rend="italic">Enobarbus</hi>.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-eno">
<speaker rend="italic">Eno.</speaker>
<l n="214">What's your pleasure, Sir?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Anth.</speaker>
<l n="215">I must with haste from hence.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-eno">
<speaker rend="italic">Eno.</speaker>
<p n="216">Why then we kill all our Women. We see how
<lb n="217"/>mortall an vnkindnesse is to them, if they suffer our de
<lb n="218"/>parture death's the word.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<p n="219">I must be gone.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-eno">
<speaker rend="italic">Eno.</speaker>
<p n="220">Vnder a compelling an occasion, let women die.
<lb n="221"/>It were pitty to cast them away for nothing, though be
<lb n="222"/>tweene them and a great cause, they should be esteemed
<lb n="223"/>nothing.<hi rend="italic">Cleopatra</hi>catching but the least noyse of this,
<lb n="224"/>dies instantly: I haue seene her dye twenty times vppon
<lb n="225"/>farre poorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death,
<lb n="226"/>which commits some louing acte vpon her, she hath such
<lb n="227"/>a celerity in dying.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<p n="228">She is cunning past mans thought.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-eno">
<speaker rend="italic">Eno.</speaker>
<p n="229">Alacke Sir no, her passions are made of nothing
<lb n="230"/>but the finest part of pure Loue. We cannot cal her winds
<lb n="231"/>and waters, sighes and teares: They are greater stormes
<lb n="232"/>and Tempests then Almanackes can report. This cannot
<lb n="233"/>be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a showre of Raine
<lb n="234"/>as well as Ioue.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<p n="235">Would I had neuer seene her.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-eno">
<speaker rend="italic">Eno.</speaker>
<p n="236">Oh sir, you had then left vnseene a wonderfull
<lb n="237"/>peece of worke, which not to haue beene blest withall,
<lb n="238"/>would haue discredited your Trauaile.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<p n="239">
<hi rend="italic">Fuluia</hi>is dead.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-eno">
<speaker rend="italic">Eno.</speaker>
<p n="240">Sir.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<p n="241">
<hi rend="italic">Fuluia</hi>is dead.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-eno">
<speaker rend="italic">Eno.</speaker>
<p n="242">
<hi rend="italic">Fuluia</hi>?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<p n="243">Dead.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-eno">
<speaker rend="italic">Eno.</speaker>
<p n="244">Why sir, giue the Gods a thankefull Sacrifice:
<lb n="245"/>when it pleaseth their Deities to take the wife of a man
<lb n="246"/>from him, it shewes to man the Tailors of the earth: com
<lb n="247"/>forting therein, that when olde Robes are worne out,
<lb n="248"/>there are members to make new. If there were no more
<lb n="249"/>Women but<hi rend="italic">Fuluia</hi>, then had you indeede a cut, and the
<lb n="250"/>case to be lamented: This greefe is crown'd with Conso
<lb n="251"/>lation, your old Smocke brings foorth a new Petticoate,
<lb n="252"/>and indeed the teares liue in an Onion, that should water
<lb n="253"/>this sorrow.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<l n="254">The businesse she hath broached in the State,</l>
<l n="255">Cannot endure my absence.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-eno">
<speaker rend="italic">Eno.</speaker>
<p n="256">And the businesse you haue broach'd heere can
<lb n="257"/>not be without you, especially that of<hi rend="italic">Cleopatra</hi>'s, which
<lb n="258"/>wholly depends on your abode.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<l n="259">No more light Answeres:</l>
<l n="260">Let our Officers</l>
<l n="261">Haue notice what we purpose. I shall breake</l>
<l n="262">The cause of our Expedience to the Queene,</l>
<l n="263">And get her loue to part. For not alone</l>
<l n="264">The death of<hi rend="italic">Fuluia</hi>, with more vrgent touches</l>
<l n="265">Do strongly speake to vs: but the Letters too</l>
<l n="266">Of many our contriuing Friends in Rome,</l>
<l n="267">Petition vs at home.<hi rend="italic">Sextus Pompeius</hi>
</l>
<l n="268">Haue giuen the dare to<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>, and commands</l>
<l n="269">The Empire of the Sea. Our slippery people,</l>
<l n="270">Whose Loue is neuer link'd to the deseruer,</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="271">Till his deserts are past, begin to throw</l>
<l n="272">
<hi rend="italic">Pompey</hi>the great, and all his Dignities</l>
<l n="273">Vpon his Sonne, who high in Name and Power,</l>
<l n="274">Higher then both in Blood and Life, stands vp</l>
<l n="275">For the maine Souldier. Whose quality going on,</l>
<l n="276">The sides o'th'world may danger. Much is breeding,</l>
<l n="277">Which like the Coursers heire, hath yet but life,</l>
<l n="278">And not a Serpents poyson. Say our pleasure,</l>
<l n="279">To such whose places vnder vs, require</l>
<l n="280">Our quicke remoue from hence.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ant-eno">
<speaker rend="italic">Enob.</speaker>
<l n="281">I shall doo't.</l>
</sp>
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