Anthony and Cleopatra.
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Omnes.
The Gods forbid.
The Gods forbid.
Ant.
Well, my good Fellowes, wait on me to night:
Scant not my Cups, and make as much of me
Note: An ink mark follows the end of this line.
As when mine Empire was your Fellow too,
And suffer'd my command.
Well, my good Fellowes, wait on me to night:
Scant not my Cups, and make as much of me
Note: An ink mark follows the end of this line.
As when mine Empire was your Fellow too,
And suffer'd my command.
Cleo.
What does he meane?
What does he meane?
Eno.
To make his Followers weepe.
To make his Followers weepe.
Ant.
Tend me to night;
May be, it is the period of your duty,
Haply you shall not see me more, or if,
A mangled shadow. Perchance to morrow,
You'l serue another Master. I looke on you,
As one that takes his leaue. Mine honest Friends,
I turne you not away, but like a Master
Married to your good seruice, stay till death:
Tend me to night two houres, I aske no more,
And the Gods yeeld you for't.
Tend me to night;
May be, it is the period of your duty,
Haply you shall not see me more, or if,
A mangled shadow. Perchance to morrow,
You'l serue another Master. I looke on you,
As one that takes his leaue. Mine honest Friends,
I turne you not away, but like a Master
Married to your good seruice, stay till death:
Tend me to night two houres, I aske no more,
And the Gods yeeld you for't.
Eno.
What meane you (Sir)
To giue them this discomfort? Looke they weepe,
And I an Asse, am Onyon-ey'd; for shame,
Transforme vs not to women.
What meane you (Sir)
To giue them this discomfort? Looke they weepe,
And I an Asse, am Onyon-ey'd; for shame,
Transforme vs not to women.
Ant.
Ho, ho, ho:
Now the Witch take me, if I meant it thus.
Grace grow where those drops fall (my hearty Friends)
You take me in too dolorous a sense,
For I spake to you for your comfort, did desire you
To burne this night with Torches: Know (my hearts)
I hope well of to morrow, and will leade you,
Where rather Ile expect victorious life,
Then death, and Honor. Let's to Supper, come,
Exeunt.And drowne consideration.
Ho, ho, ho:
Now the Witch take me, if I meant it thus.
Grace grow where those drops fall (my hearty Friends)
You take me in too dolorous a sense,
For I spake to you for your comfort, did desire you
To burne this night with Torches: Know (my hearts)
I hope well of to morrow, and will leade you,
Where rather Ile expect victorious life,
Then death, and Honor. Let's to Supper, come,
Exeunt.And drowne consideration.
Enter a Company of Soldiours.
1. Sol.
Brother, goodnight: to morrow is the day.
Brother, goodnight: to morrow is the day.
2. Sol.
It will determine one way: Fare you well.
Heard you of nothing strange about the streets.
It will determine one way: Fare you well.
Heard you of nothing strange about the streets.
1
Nothing: what newes?
Nothing: what newes?
2
Belike 'tis but a Rumour, good night to you.
Belike 'tis but a Rumour, good night to you.
1
Well sir, good night.
Well sir, good night.
They meete other Soldiers.
2
Souldiers, haue carefull Watch.
Souldiers, haue carefull Watch.
1
And you: Goodnight, goodnight.
And you: Goodnight, goodnight.
They place themselues in euery corner of the Stage.
2
Heere we: and if to morrow
Our Nauie thriue, I haue an absolute hope
Our Landmen will stand vp.
Heere we: and if to morrow
Our Nauie thriue, I haue an absolute hope
Our Landmen will stand vp.
1
'Tis a braue Army, and full of purpose.
'Tis a braue Army, and full of purpose.
Musicke of the Hoboyes is vnder the Stage.
2
Peace, what noise?
Peace, what noise?
1
List, list.
List, list.
2
Hearke.
Hearke.
1
Musicke i'th'Ayre.
Musicke i'th'Ayre.
3
Vnder the earth.
Vnder the earth.
4
It signes well, do's it not?
It signes well, do's it not?
1
Peace I say: What should this meane?
Peace I say: What should this meane?
2
'Tis the God Hercules, whom Anthony loued,
Now leaues him.
'Tis the God Hercules, whom Anthony loued,
Now leaues him.
1
Walke, let's see if other Watchmen
Do heare what we do?
Walke, let's see if other Watchmen
Do heare what we do?
2
Speak together.How now Maisters?
Speak together.How now Maisters?
Omnes.
How now? how now? do you heare this?
How now? how now? do you heare this?
1
I, is't not strange?
I, is't not strange?
3
Do you heare Masters? Do you heare?
Do you heare Masters? Do you heare?
1
Follow the noyse so farre as we haue quarter.
Let's see how it will giue off.
Follow the noyse so farre as we haue quarter.
Let's see how it will giue off.
Omnes.
Exeunt.Content: 'Tis strange.
Exeunt.Content: 'Tis strange.
Enter Anthony and Cleopatra, with others.
Ant.
Eros, mine Armour Eros.
Eros, mine Armour Eros.
Cleo.
Sleepe a little.
Sleepe a little.
Ant.
No my Chucke. Eros, come mine Armor Eros.
Enter Eros.
Come good Fellow, put thine Iron on,
If Fortune be not ours to day, it is
Because we braue her. Come.
No my Chucke. Eros, come mine Armor Eros.
Enter Eros.
Come good Fellow, put thine Iron on,
If Fortune be not ours to day, it is
Because we braue her. Come.
Cleo.
Nay, Ile helpe too, Anthony.
What's this for? Ah let be, let be, thou art
The Armourer of my heart: False, false: This, this,
Sooth-law Ile helpe: Thus it must bee.
Nay, Ile helpe too, Anthony.
What's this for? Ah let be, let be, thou art
The Armourer of my heart: False, false: This, this,
Sooth-law Ile helpe: Thus it must bee.
Ant.
Well, well, we shall thriue now.
Seest thou my good Fellow. Go, put on thy defences.
Well, well, we shall thriue now.
Seest thou my good Fellow. Go, put on thy defences.
Eros.
Briefely Sir.
Briefely Sir.
Cleo.
Is not this buckled well?
Is not this buckled well?
Ant.
Rarely, rarely:
He that vnbuckles this, till we do please
To daft for our Repose, shall heare a storme.
Thou fumblest Eros, and my Queenes a Squire
More tight at this, then thou: Dispatch. O Loue,
That thou couldst see my Warres to day, and knew'st
The Royall Occupation, thou should'st see
A Workeman in't.
Enter an Armed Soldier.
Good morrow to thee, welcome,
Thou look'st like him that knowes a warlike Charge:
To businesse that we loue, we rise betime,
And go too't with delight.
Rarely, rarely:
He that vnbuckles this, till we do please
To daft for our Repose, shall heare a storme.
Thou fumblest Eros, and my Queenes a Squire
More tight at this, then thou: Dispatch. O Loue,
That thou couldst see my Warres to day, and knew'st
The Royall Occupation, thou should'st see
A Workeman in't.
Enter an Armed Soldier.
Good morrow to thee, welcome,
Thou look'st like him that knowes a warlike Charge:
To businesse that we loue, we rise betime,
And go too't with delight.
Soul.
A thousand Sir, early though't be, haue on their
Showt.Riueted trim, and at the Port expect you.
Trumpets Flourish.
A thousand Sir, early though't be, haue on their
Showt.Riueted trim, and at the Port expect you.
Trumpets Flourish.
Enter Captaines, and Souldiers.
Alex.
The Morne is faire: Good morrow Generall.
The Morne is faire: Good morrow Generall.
All.
Good morrow Generall.
Good morrow Generall.
Ant.
'Tis well blowne Lads.
This Morning, like the spirit of a youth
That meanes to be of note, begins betimes.
So, so: Come giue me that, this way, well-sed.
Fare thee well Dame, what ere becomes of me,
This is a Soldiers kisse: rebukeable,
And worthy shamefull checke it were, to stand
On more Mechanicke Complement, Ile leaue thee.
Now like a man of Steele, you that will fight,
Exeunt.Follow me close, Ile bring you too't: Adieu.
'Tis well blowne Lads.
This Morning, like the spirit of a youth
That meanes to be of note, begins betimes.
So, so: Come giue me that, this way, well-sed.
Fare thee well Dame, what ere becomes of me,
This is a Soldiers kisse: rebukeable,
And worthy shamefull checke it were, to stand
On more Mechanicke Complement, Ile leaue thee.
Now like a man of Steele, you that will fight,
Exeunt.Follow me close, Ile bring you too't: Adieu.
Char.
Please you retyre to your Chamber?
Please you retyre to your Chamber?
Cleo.
Lead me:
He goes forth gallantly: That he and Cæsar might
Determine this great Warre in single fight;
Exeunt.Then Anthony; but now. Well on.
Lead me:
He goes forth gallantly: That he and Cæsar might
Determine this great Warre in single fight;
Exeunt.Then Anthony; but now. Well on.
Trumpets sound. Enter Anthony, and Eros.
Eros.
The Gods make this a happy day to Anthony.
The Gods make this a happy day to Anthony.
Ant.
Would thou, & those thy scars had once preuaild
To make me fight at Land.
Would thou, & those thy scars had once preuaild
To make me fight at Land.
Eros.
Had'st thou done so,
The Kings that haue reuolted, and the Soldier
That has this morning left thee, would haue still
Followed thy heeles.
Had'st thou done so,
The Kings that haue reuolted, and the Soldier
That has this morning left thee, would haue still
Followed thy heeles.
Ant.
Whose gone this morning?
Whose gone this morning?
Eros.
Who? one euer neere thee, call for Enobarbus,
Who? one euer neere thee, call for Enobarbus,
Hee
