The Bodleian First Folio

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Anthony and Cleopatra. Which promises Royall perill, Trumpetters With brazen dinne blast you the Citties eare, Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines,
That heauen and earth may strike their sounds together, Applauding our approach.
[Act 4, Scene 9] Enter a Centerie, and his Company, Enobarbus followes. Cent. If we be not releeu'd within this houre, We must returne to'th'Court of Guard: the night Is shiny, and they say, we shall embattaile
By'th'second houre i'th'Morne.
1. Watch. This last day was a shrew'd one too's. Enob. Oh beare me witnesse night. 2 What man is this ? 1 Stand close, and list him. Enob.
Be witnesse to me (O thou blessed Moone) When men reuolted shall vpon Record Beare hatefull memory: poore Enobarbus did Before thy face repent.
Cent. Enobarbus? 2
Peace: Hearke further.
Enob. Oh Soueraigne Mistris of true Melancholly, The poysonous dampe of night dispunge vpon me, That Life, a very Rebell to my will, May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart
Against the flint and hardnesse of my fault, Which being dried with greefe, will breake to powder, And finish all foule thoughts. Oh Anthony, Nobler then my reuolt is Infamous, Forgiue me in thine owne particular,
But let the world ranke me in Register A Master leauer, and a fugitiue: Oh Anthony! Oh Anthony!
1 Let's speake to him. Cent. Let's heare him, for the things he speakes
May concerne Cæsar.
2 Let's do so; but he sleepes. Cent.

Swoonds rather, for so bad a Prayer as his

Was neuer yet for sleepe.


Go we to him.


Awake sir, awake, speake to vs.


Heare you sir?

Cent. The hand of death hath raught him. Drummes afarre off. Hearke the Drummes demurely wake the sleepers: Let vs beare him to'th'Court of Guard: he is of note:
Our houre is fully out.
2 Come on then, he may recouer yet. exeunt
[Act 4, Scene 10] Enter Anthony and Scarrus, with their Army. Ant. Their preparation is to day by Sea, We please them not by Land. Scar. For both, my Lord. Ant.
I would they'ld fight i'th'Fire, or i'th'Ayre, Wee'ld fight there too. But this it is, our Foote Vpon the hilles adioyning to the Citty Shall stay with vs. Order for Sea is giuen, They haue put forth the Hauen:
Where their appointment we may best discouer, And looke on their endeuour.
[Act 4, Scene 11] Enter Cæsar, and his Army. Cæs. But being charg'd, we will be still by Land, Which as I tak't we shall, for his best force Is forth to Man his Gallies. To the Vales,

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And hold our best aduantage.
[Act 4, Scene 12] Alarum afarre off, as at a Sea‑fight. Enter Anthony, and Scarrus. Ant. Yet they are not ioyn'd: Where yon'd Pine does stand, I shall discouer all. Ile bring thee word straight, how 'ris 'tis like to go. exit. Scar. Swallowes haue built
In Cleopatra's Sailes their nests. The Auguries Say, they know not, they cannot tell, looke grimly, A pencil line has been drawn under this line. And dare not speake their knowledge. Anthony, Is valiant, and deiected, and by starts His fretted Fortunes giue him hope and feare
Of what he has, and has not.
Enter Anthony. Ant. All is lost: This fowle Egyptian hath betrayed me: My Fleete hath yeelded to the Foe, and yonder They cast their Caps vp, and Carowse together
Like Friends long lost. Triple‑turn'd Whore, 'tis thou Hast sold me to this Nouice, and my heart Makes onely Warres on thee. Bid them all flye: For when I am reueng'd vpon my Charme, I haue done all. Bid them all flye, be gone.
Oh Sunne, thy vprise shall I see no more, Fortune, and Anthony part heere, euen heere Do we shake hands ? All come to this? The hearts That pannelled me at heeles, to whom I gaue Their wishes, do dis‑Candie, melt their sweets
On blossoming Cæsar: And this Pine is barkt, That ouer‑top'd them all. Betray'd I am. Oh this false Soule of Egypt! this graue Charme, Whose eye beck'd forth my Wars, & cal'd them home: Whose Bosome was my Crownet, my chiefe end,
Like a right Gypsie, hath at fast and loose Beguil'd me, to the very heart of losse. What Eros, Eros? Enter Cleopatra. Ah, thou Spell! Auaunt.
Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Loue? Ant.
Vanish, or I shall giue thee thy deseruing, And blemish Cæsars Triumph. Let him take thee, And hoist thee vp to the shouting Plebeians, Follow his Chariot, like the greatest spot Of all thy Sex. Most Monster‑like be shewne
For poor'st Diminitiues, for Dolts, and let Patient Octauia, plough thy visage vp With her prepared nailes. exit Cleopatra. 'Tis well th'art gone, If it be well to liue. But better 'twere
Thou fell'st into my furie, for one death Might haue preuented many. Eros, hoa ? The shirt of Nessus is vpon me, teach me Alcides, thou mine Ancestor, thy rage. Let me lodge Licas on the hornes o'th'Moone,
And with those hands that graspt the heauiest Club, Subdue my worthiest selfe: The Witch shall die, To the young Roman Boy she hath sold me, and I fall Vnder this plot: She dyes for't. Eros hoa?
[Act 4, Scene 13] Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian. Cleo. Helpe me my women: Oh hee's more mad
Then Telamon for his Shield, the Boare of Thessaly Was neuer so imbost.
Char. To'th'Monument, there locke your selfe, And send him word you are dead: The

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[Act 4, Scene 13] Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian. Cleo. Helpe me my women: Oh hee's more mad
Then Telamon for his Shield, the Boare of Thessaly Was neuer so imbost.
Char. To'th'Monument, there locke your selfe, And send him word you are dead: The Soule and Body riue not more in parting,
Then greatnesse going off.
Cleo. To'th'Monument: Mardian, go tell him I haue slaine my selfe: Say, that the last I spoke was Anthony, And word it (prythee) pitteously. Hence Mardian,
And bring me how he takes my death to'th' Monument.

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