The Tragedie ofThe Souldiers pole is falne: young Boyes and Gyrles
[2940]
Are leuell now with men: The oddes is gone,And there is nothing left remarkeableBeneath the visiting Moone.Char.Oh quietnesse, Lady.Iras.She's dead too, our Soueraigne.Char.
No more but in a Woman, and commandedBy 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 doesBecome 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! LookeOur 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 FriendBut Resolution, and the breefest end.Exeunt, bearing of Anthonies body.
[Act 5, Scene 1]
Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, Dollabella, Menas, with
his Counsell of Warre.
Cæsar.Go to him
Dollabella, bid him yeeld,
[2970]
Being so frustrate, tell him,He mockes the pawses that he makes.Dol.Cæsar, I shall.
Enter Decretas with the sword of Anthony.Cæs.Wherefore is that? And what art thou that dar'stAppeare thus to vs?Dec.
[2975]
I am call'd
Decretas,
Marke Anthony I seru'd, who best was worthie
Best to be seru'd: whil'st he stood vp, and spokeHe was my Master, and I wore my lifeTo spend vpon his haters. If thou please
[2980]
To take me to thee, as I was to him,Ile be to
Cæsar: if y
u pleasest not, I yeild thee vp my life.
Cæsar.What is't thou say'st?Dec.I say (Oh
Cæsar)
Anthony is dead.
Cæsar.The breaking of so great a thing, should make
[2985]
A greater cracke. The round WorldShould haue shooke Lyons into ciuill streets,And Cittizens to their dennes. The death of
AnthonyIs not a single doome; in the name layA moity of the world.Dec.
[2990]
He is dead
Cæsar,
Not by a publike minister of Iustice,Nor by a hyred Knife, but that selfe‑handWhich writ his Honor in the Acts it did,Hath with the Courage which the heart did lend it,
[2995]
Splitted the heart. This is his Sword,I robb'd his wound of it: behold it stain'dWith his most Noble blood.Cæs.Looke you sad Friends,
To wash the eyes of Kings.Dol.And strange it is,That Nature must compell vs to lamentOur most persisted deeds.Mec.His taints and Honours, wag'd equal with him.Dola.
[3005]
A Rarer spirit neuerDid steere humanity: but you Gods will giue vsSome faults to make vs men.
Cæsar is touch'd.
Mec.When such a spacious Mirror's set before him,He needes must see him selfe.Cæsar.
[3010]
Oh
Anthony,
I haue followed thee to this, but we do launchDiseases in our Bodies. I must perforceHaue shewne to thee such a declining day,Or looke on thine: we could not stall together,
[3015]
In the whole world. But yet let me lamentWith teares as Soueraigne as the blood of hearts,That thou my Brother, my Competitor,In top of all designe; my Mate in Empire,Friend and Companion in the front of Warre,
[3020]
The Arme of mine owne Body, and the HeartWhere mine his thoughts did kindle; that our StarresVnreconciliable, should diuide our equalnesse to this.Heare me good Friends,But I will tell you at some meeter Season,
[3025]
The businesse of this man lookes out of him,Wee'l heare him what he sayes.Enter an Ægyptian.Whence are you?Ægyp.A poore Egyptian yet, the Queen my mistrisConfin'd in all, she has her Monument
[3030]
Of thy intents, desires, instruction,That she preparedly may frame her selfeTo'th'way shee's forc'd too.Cæsar.Bid her haue good heart,She soone shall know of vs, by some of ours,
[3035]
How honourable, and how kindely WeeDetermine for her. For
Cæsar cannot leaue to be vngentle
Ægypt.So the Gods preserue thee.Exit.CæsCome hither
Proculeius. Go and say
We purpose her no shame: giue her what comforts
[3040]
The quality of her passion shall require;Least in her greatnesse, by some mortall strokeShe do defeate vs. For her life in Rome,Would be eternall in our Triumph: Go,And with your speediest bring vs what she sayes,
[3045]
And how you finde of her.Pro.Cæsar I shall.
Exit Proculeius.Cæs.
Gallus, go you along: where's
Dolabella, to se
ond
Proculeius?
All.Dolabella.
Cæs.
[3050]
Let him alone: for I remember nowHow hee's imployd: he shall in time be ready.Go with me to my Tent, where you shall seeHow hardly I was drawne into this Warre,How calme and gentle I proceeded still
[3055]
In all my Writings. Go with me, and seeWhat I can shew in this.Exeunt.
[Act 5, Scene 2]
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.Cleo.My desolation does begin to makeA better life: Tis paltry to be
Cæsar:Not being Fortune, hee's but Fortunes knaue,
[Act 5, Scene 1]
Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, Dollabella, Menas, with
his Counsell of Warre.
Cæsar.Go to him
Dollabella, bid him yeeld,
[2970]
Being so frustrate, tell him,He mockes the pawses that he makes.Dol.Cæsar, I shall.
Enter Decretas with the sword of Anthony.Cæs.Wherefore is that? And what art thou that dar'stAppeare thus to vs?Dec.
[2975]
I am call'd
Decretas,
Marke Anthony I seru'd, who best was worthie
Best to be seru'd: whil'st he stood vp, and spokeHe was my Master, and I wore my lifeTo spend vpon his haters. If thou please
[2980]
To take me to thee, as I was to him,Ile be to
Cæsar: if y
u pleasest not, I yeild thee vp my life.
Cæsar.What is't thou say'st?Dec.I say (Oh
Cæsar)
Anthony is dead.
Cæsar.The breaking of so great a thing, should make
[2985]
A greater cracke. The round WorldShould haue shooke Lyons into ciuill streets,And Cittizens to their dennes. The death of
AnthonyIs not a single doome; in the name layA moity of the world.Dec.
[2990]
He is dead
Cæsar,
Not by a publike minister of Iustice,Nor by a hyred Knife, but that selfe‑handWhich writ his Honor in the Acts it did,Hath with the Courage which the heart did lend it,
[2995]
Splitted the heart. This is his Sword,I robb'd his wound of it: behold it stain'dWith his most Noble blood.Cæs.Looke you sad Friends,The Gods rebuke me, but it is Tydings
[3000]
To wash the eyes of Kings.Dol.And strange it is,That Nature must compell vs to lamentOur most persisted deeds.Mec.His taints and Honours, wag'd equal with him.Dola.
[3005]
A Rarer spirit neuerDid steere humanity: but you Gods will giue vsSome faults to make vs men.
Cæsar is touch'd.
Mec.When such a spacious Mirror's set before him,He needes must see him selfe.Cæsar.
[3010]
Oh
Anthony,
I haue followed thee to this, but we do launchDiseases in our Bodies. I must perforceHaue shewne to thee such a declining day,Or looke on thine: we could not stall together,
[3015]
In the whole world. But yet let me lamentWith teares as Soueraigne as the blood of hearts,That thou my Brother, my Competitor,In top of all designe; my Mate in Empire,Friend and Companion in the front of Warre,
[3020]
The Arme of mine owne Body, and the HeartWhere mine his thoughts did kindle; that our StarresVnreconciliable, should diuide our equalnesse to this.Heare me good Friends,But I will tell you at some meeter Season,
[3025]
The businesse of this man lookes out of him,Wee'l heare him what he sayes.Enter an Ægyptian.Whence are you?Ægyp.A poore Egyptian yet, the Queen my mistrisConfin'd in all, she has her Monument
[3030]
Of thy intents, desires, instruction,That she preparedly may frame her selfeTo'th'way shee's forc'd too.Cæsar.Bid her haue good heart,She soone shall know of vs, by some of ours,
[3035]
How honourable, and how kindely WeeDetermine for her. For
Cæsar cannot leaue to be vngentle
Ægypt.So the Gods preserue thee.Exit.CæsCome hither
Proculeius. Go and say
We purpose her no shame: giue her what comforts
[3040]
The quality of her passion shall require;Least in her greatnesse, by some mortall strokeShe do defeate vs. For her life in Rome,Would be eternall in our Triumph: Go,And with your speediest bring vs what she sayes,
[3045]
And how you finde of her.Pro.Cæsar I shall.
Exit Proculeius.Cæs.
Gallus, go you along: where's
Dolabella, to se
ond
Proculeius?
All.Dolabella.
Cæs.
[3050]
Let him alone: for I remember nowHow hee's imployd: he shall in time be ready.Go with me to my Tent, where you shall seeHow hardly I was drawne into this Warre,How calme and gentle I proceeded still
[3055]
In all my Writings. Go with me, and seeWhat I can shew in this.Exeunt.
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<l n="2998">Looke you sad Friends,</l>
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<l n="3001">And strange it is,</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Mec.</speaker>
<l n="3004">His taints and Honours, wag'd equal with him.</l>
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<sp who="#F-ant-dol">
<speaker rend="italic">Dola.</speaker>
<l n="3005">A Rarer spirit neuer</l>
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<l n="3007">Some faults to make vs men.<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>is touch'd.</l>
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<sp who="#F-ant-mec">
<speaker rend="italic">Mec.</speaker>
<l n="3008">When such a spacious Mirror's set before him,</l>
<l n="3009">He needes must see him selfe.</l>
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<sp who="#F-ant-cae">
<speaker rend="italic">Cæsar.</speaker>
<l n="3010">Oh<hi rend="italic">Anthony</hi>,</l>
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<l n="3015">In the whole world. But yet let me lament</l>
<l n="3016">With teares as Soueraigne as the blood of hearts,</l>
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<l n="3020">The Arme of mine owne Body, and the Heart</l>
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<l n="3027">Whence are you?</l>
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<sp who="#F-ant-egy">
<speaker rend="italic">Ægyp.</speaker>
<l n="3028">A poore Egyptian yet, the Queen my mistris</l>
<l n="3029">Confin'd in all, she has her Monument</l>
<l n="3030">Of thy intents, desires, instruction,</l>
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<l n="3032">To'th'way shee's forc'd too.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Cæsar.</speaker>
<l n="3033">Bid her haue good heart,</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Ægypt.</speaker>
<l n="3037">So the Gods preserue thee.</l>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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<speaker rend="italic">Cæs</speaker>
<l n="3038">Come hither<hi rend="italic">Proculeius</hi>. Go and say</l>
<l n="3039">We purpose her no shame: giue her what comforts</l>
<l n="3040">The quality of her passion shall require;</l>
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<sp who="#F-ant-pro">
<speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
<l n="3046">
<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>I shall.</l>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Proculeius.</stage>
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<speaker rend="italic">Cæs.</speaker>
<p n="3047">
<hi rend="italic">Gallus</hi>, go you along: where's<hi rend="italic">Dolabella</hi>, to se
<lb n="3048"/>ond<hi rend="italic">Proculeius</hi>?</p>
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<sp who="#F-ant-all">
<speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
<l n="3049">
<hi rend="italic">Dolabella</hi>.</l>
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<sp who="#F-ant-cae">
<speaker rend="italic">Cæs.</speaker>
<l n="3050">Let him alone: for I remember now</l>
<l n="3051">How hee's imployd: he shall in time be ready.</l>
<l n="3052">Go with me to my Tent, where you shall see</l>
<l n="3053">How hardly I was drawne into this Warre,</l>
<l n="3054">How calme and gentle I proceeded still</l>
<l n="3055">In all my Writings. Go with me, and see</l>
<l n="3056">What I can shew in this.</l>
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