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The Tragedie of

Leaue me, I pray a little: pray you now,
Nay do so: for indeede I haue lost command,
Therefore I pray you, Ile see you by and by.
Sits downe

Enter Cleopatra led by Charmian and Eros.

Eros.
Nay gentle Madam, to him, comfort him.

Iras.
Do most deere Queene.

Char.
Do, why, what else?

Cleo.
Let me sit downe: Oh Iuno.

Ant.
No, no, no, no, no.

Eros.
See you heere, Sir?

Ant.
Oh fie, fie, fie.

Char.
Madam.

Iras.
Madam, oh good Empresse.

Eros.
Sir, sir.

Ant.
Yes my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
His sword e'ne like a dancer, while I strooke
The leane and wrinkled Cassius, and 'twas I
That the mad Brutus ended: he alone
Dealt on Lieutenantry, and no practise had
In the braue squares of Warre: yet now: no matter.

Cleo.
Ah stand by.

Eros.
The Queene my Lord, the Queene.

Iras.
Go to him, Madam, speake to him,
Hee's vnqualited with very shame.

Cleo.
Well then, sustaine me: Oh.

Eros.
Most Noble Sir arise, the Queene approaches,
Her head's declin'd, and death will cease her, but
Your comfort makes the rescue.

Ant.
I haue offended Reputation,
A most vnnoble sweruing.

Eros.
Sir, the Queene.

Ant.
Oh whether hast thou lead me Egypt, see
How I conuey my shame, out of thine eyes,
By looking backe what I haue left behinde
Stroy'd in dishonor.

Cleo.
Oh my Lord, my Lord,
Forgiue my fearfull sayles, I little thought
You would haue followed.

Ant.
Egypt, thou knew'st too well,
My heart was to thy Rudder tyed by'th'strings,
And thou should'st stowe me after. O're my spirit
The full supremacie thou knew'st, and that
Thy becke, might from the bidding of the Gods
Command mee.

Cleo.
Oh my pardon.

Ant.
Now I must
To the young man send humble Treaties, dodge
And palter in the shifts of lownes, who
With halfe the bulke o'th'world plaid as I pleas'd,
Making, and marring Fortunes. You did know
How much you were my Conqueror, and that
My Sword, made weake by my affection, would
Obey it on all cause.

Cleo.
Pardon, pardon.

Ant.
Fall not a teare I say, one of them rates
All that is wonne and lost: Giue me a kisse,
Euen this repayes me.
We sent our Schoolemaster, is a come backe?
Loue I am full of Lead: some Wine
Within there, and our Viands: Fortune knowes,
We scorne her most, when most she offers blowes.
Exeunt.


Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, and Dollabello, with others.

Cæs.
Let him appeare that's come from Anthony.
Know you him.

Dolla.
Cæsar, 'tis his Schoolemaster,
An argument that he is pluckt, when hither
He sends so poore a Pinnion of his Wing,
Which had superfluous Kings for Messengers,
Not many Moones gone by.

Enter Ambassador from Anthony.

Cæsar.
Approach, and speake.

Amb.
Such as I am, I come from Anthony:
I was of late as petty to his ends,
As is the Morne-dew on the Mertle leafe
To his grand Sea.

Cæs.
Bee't so, declare thine office.

Amb.
Lord of his Fortunes he salutes thee, and
Requires to liue in Egypt, which not granted
He Lessons his Requests, and to thee sues
To let him breath betweene the Heauens and Earth
A priuate man in Athens: this for him.
Next, Cleopatra does confesse thy Greatnesse,
Submits her to thy might, and of thee craues
The Circle of the Ptolomies for her heyres,
Now hazarded to thy Grace.

Cæs.
For Anthony,
I haue no eares to his request. The Queene,
Of Audience, nor Desire shall faile, so shee
From Egypt driue her all-disgraced Friend,
Or take his life there. This if shee performe,
She shall not sue vnheard. So to them both.

Amb.
Fortune pursue thee.

Cæs.
Bring him through the Bands:
To try thy Eloquence, now 'tis time, dispatch,
From Anthony winne Cleopatra, promise
And in our Name, what she requires, adde more
From thine inuention, offers. Women are not
In their best Fortunes strong; but want will periure
The ne're touch'd Vestall. Try thy cunning Thidias,
Make thine owne Edict for thy paines, which we
Will answer as a Law.

Thid.
Cæsar, I go.

Cæsar.
Obserue how Anthony becomes his flaw,
And what thou think'st his very action speakes
In euery power that mooues.

Thid.
Exeunt.Cæsar, I shall.


[Act 3, Scene 13]

Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, & Iras.

Cleo.
What shall we do, Enobarbus?

Eno.
Thinke, and dye.

Cleo.
Is Anthony, or we in fault for this?

Eno.
Anthony onely, that would make his will
Lord of his Reason. What though you fled,
From that great face of Warre, whose seuerall ranges
Frighted each other? Why should he follow?
The itch of his Affection should not then
Haue nickt his Captain-ship, at such a point,
When halfe to halfe the world oppos'd, he being
The meered question? 'Twas a shame no lesse
Then was his losse, to course your flying Flagges,
And leaue his Nauy gazing.

Cleo.
Prythee peace.

Enter the Ambassador, with Anthony.

Ant.
Is that his answer?

Amb.
I my Lord.

Ant.
The Queene shall then haue courtesie,
So she will yeeld vs vp.

Am.
He sayes so.

Antho.
Let her know't. To the Boy Cæsar send this
grizled head, and he will fill thy wishes to the brimme,
With Principalities.

Cleo.
That head my Lord?

Ant.