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Reference: xx4v - Tragedies, p. 348

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The Tragedie of And though I make this marriage for my peace, I'th'East my pleasure lies. Oh come Ventigius. Enter Ventigius. You must to Parthia, your Commissions ready: Follow me, and reciue't. Exeunt
[Act 2, Scene 4] Enter Lepidus, Mecenas and Agrippa. Lepidus.
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Trouble your selues no further: pray you

hasten your Generals after.

 Agr.

Sir, Marke Anthony, will e'ne but kisse Octauia,

and weele follow.

 Lepi. Till I shall see you in your Souldiers dresse,
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Which will become you both: Farewell. Mece.

We shall: as I conceiue the iourney, be at

Mount before you Lepidus.

Lepi.

Your way is shorter, my purposes do draw me

much about, you'le win two dayes vpon me.

 Both.
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Sir good successe.

 Lepi.

Farewell.

 Exeunt.
[Act 2, Scene 5] Enter Cleopater, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. Cleo.

Giue me some Musicke: Musicke, moody foode

of vs that trade in Loue.

 Omnes.

The Musicke, hoa.

 Enter Mardian the Eunuch. Cleo.
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Let it alone, let's to Billiards: come Charmian.

Char.

My arme is sore, best play with Mardian.

Cleopa.

As well a woman with an Eunuch plaide, as

with a woman. Come you'le play with me Sir?

 Mardi.

As well as I can Madam.

 Cleo.
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And when good will is shewed, Though't come to short The Actor may pleade pardon. Ile none now, Giue me mine Angle, weele to'th'Riuer there My Musicke playing farre off. I will betray
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Tawny fine fishes, my bended hooke shall pierce Their slimy iawes: and as I draw them vp, Ile thinke them euery one an Anthony, And say, ah ha; y'are caught. Char.

'Twas merry when you wager'd on your Ang­

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ling, when your diuer did hang a salt fish on his hooke

which he with feruencie drew vp.

 Cleo. That time? Oh times: I laught him out of patience: and that night I laught him into patience, and next morne,
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Ere the ninth houre, I drunke him to his bed: Then put my Tires and Mantles on him, whilst I wore his Sword Phillippan. Oh from Italie, Enter a Messenger. Ramme thou thy fruitefull tidings in mine eares, That long time haue bin barren. Mes.
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Madam, Madam. Cleo. Anthonyo's dead. If thou say so Villaine, thou kil'st thy Mistris: But well and free, if thou so yeild him. There is Gold, and heere
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My blewest vaines to kisse: a hand that Kings Haue lipt, and trembled kissing. Mes. First Madam, he is well. Cleo. Why there's more Gold. But sirrah marke, we vse
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To say, the dead are well: bring it to that, The Gold thee, will I melt and powr Downe thy ill vttering throate. Mes. Good Madam heare me.

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Cleo. Well, go too I will:
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But there's no goodnesse in thy face if Anthony Be free and healthfull; so tart a fauour To trumpet such good tidings. If not well, Thou shouldst come like a Furie crown'd with Snakes, Not like a formall man. Mes.
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Wilt please you heare me? Cleo. I haue a mind to strike thee ere thou speak'st: Yet if thou say Anthony liues, 'tis well, Or friends with Cæsar, or not Captiue to him, Ile set thee in a shower of Gold, and haile
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Rich Pearles vpon thee. Mes. Madam, he's well. Cleo. Well said. Mes. And Friends with Cæsar. Cleo. Th'art an honest man. Mes.
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Cæsar, and he, are greater Friends then euer. Cleo. Make thee a Fortune from me. Mes. But yet Madam. Cleo. I do not like but yet, it does alay The good precedence, fie vpon but yet,
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But yet is as a Iaylor to bring foorth Some monstrous Malefactor. Prythee Friend, Powre out the packe of matter to mine eare, The good and bad together: he's friends with Cæsar, In state of health thou saist, and thou saist, free. Mes.
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Free Madam, no: I made no such report, He's bound vnto Octauia. Cleo. For what good turne? Mes. For the best turne i'th'bed. Cleo. I am pale Charmian. Mes.
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Madam, he's married to Octauia. Cleo. The most infectious Pestilence vpon thee. Strikes him downe. Mes. Good Madam patience. Cleo. What say you? Strikes him. Hence horrible Villaine, or Ile spurne thine eyes
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Like balls before me: Ile vnhaire thy head, She hales him vp and downe. Thou shalt be whipt with Wyer, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in lingring pickle. Mes. Gratious Madam, I that do bring the newes, made not the match. Cleo.
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Say 'tis not so, a Prouince I will giue thee, And make thy Fortunes proud: the blow thou had'st Shall make thy peace, for mouing me to rage, And I will boot thee with what guift beside Thy modestie can begge. Mes.
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He's married Madam. Cleo. Rogue, thou hast liu'd too long. Draw a knife. Mes. Nay then Ile runne: What meane you Madam, I haue made no fault. Exit. Char. Good Madam keepe your selfe within your selfe,
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The man is innocent. Cleo. Some Innocents scape not the thunderbolt: Melt Egypt into Nyle: and kindly creatures Turne all to Serpents. Call the slaue againe, Though I am mad, I will not byte him: Call? Char.
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He is afeard to come. Cleo. I will not hurt him, These hands do lacke Nobility, that they strike A meaner then my selfe: since I my selfe Haue giuen my selfe the cause. Come hither Sir. Enter the Messenger againe.
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Though it be honest, it is neuer good To bring bad newes: giue to a gratious Message An

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[Act 2, Scene 4] Enter Lepidus, Mecenas and Agrippa. Lepidus.
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Trouble your selues no further: pray you

hasten your Generals after.

 Agr.

Sir, Marke Anthony, will e'ne but kisse Octauia,

and weele follow.

 Lepi. Till I shall see you in your Souldiers dresse,
[980]
Which will become you both: Farewell. Mece.

We shall: as I conceiue the iourney, be at

Mount before you Lepidus.

Lepi.

Your way is shorter, my purposes do draw me

much about, you'le win two dayes vpon me.

 Both.
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Sir good successe.

 Lepi.

Farewell.

 Exeunt.
 

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