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The Tragedie of
He shall not heare thee, or from Cæsars Campe,
Say I am none of thine.
Say I am none of thine.
Ant.
What sayest thou?
What sayest thou?
Sold.
Sir he is with Cæsar.
Sir he is with Cæsar.
Eros.
Sir, his Chests and Treasure he has not with him.
Sir, his Chests and Treasure he has not with him.
Ant.
Is he gone?
Is he gone?
Sol.
Most certaine.
Most certaine.
Ant.
Go Eros, send his Treasure after, do it,
Detaine no iot I charge thee: write to him,
(I will subscribe) gentle adieu's, and greetings;
Say, that I wish he neuer finde more cause
To change a Master. Oh my Fortunes haue
Exit.Corrupted honest men. Dispatch Enobarbus.
Go Eros, send his Treasure after, do it,
Detaine no iot I charge thee: write to him,
(I will subscribe) gentle adieu's, and greetings;
Say, that I wish he neuer finde more cause
To change a Master. Oh my Fortunes haue
Exit.Corrupted honest men. Dispatch Enobarbus.
Flourish. Enter Agrippa, Cæsar, with Enobarbus,
and Dollabella.
and Dollabella.
Cæs.
Go forth Agrippa, and begin the fight:
Our will is Anthony be tooke aliue:
Make it so knowne.
Go forth Agrippa, and begin the fight:
Our will is Anthony be tooke aliue:
Make it so knowne.
Agrip.
Cæsar, I shall.
Cæsar, I shall.
Cæsar.
The time of vniuersall peace is neere:
Proue this a prosp'rous day, the three nook'd world
Shall beare the Oliue freely.
The time of vniuersall peace is neere:
Proue this a prosp'rous day, the three nook'd world
Shall beare the Oliue freely.
Enter a Messenger.
Mes.
Anthony is come into the Field.
Anthony is come into the Field.
Cæs.
Go charge Agrippa,
Plant those that haue reuolted in the Vant,
That Anthony may seeme to spend his Fury
Exeunt.Vpon himselfe.
Go charge Agrippa,
Plant those that haue reuolted in the Vant,
That Anthony may seeme to spend his Fury
Exeunt.Vpon himselfe.
Enob.
Alexas did reuolt, and went to Iewry on
Affaires of Anthony, there did disswade
Great Herod to incline himselfe to Cæsar,
And leaue his Master Anthony. For this paines,
Cæsar hath hang'd him: Camindius and the rest
That fell away, haue entertainment, but
No honourable trust: I haue done ill,
Of which I do accuse my selfe so sorely,
That I will ioy no more.
Alexas did reuolt, and went to Iewry on
Affaires of Anthony, there did disswade
Great Herod to incline himselfe to Cæsar,
And leaue his Master Anthony. For this paines,
Cæsar hath hang'd him: Camindius and the rest
That fell away, haue entertainment, but
No honourable trust: I haue done ill,
Of which I do accuse my selfe so sorely,
That I will ioy no more.
Enter a Soldier of Cæsars.
Sol.
Enobarbus, Anthony
Hath after thee sent all thy Treasure, with
His Bounty ouer-plus. The Messenger
Came on my guard, and at thy Tent is now
Vnloading of his Mules.
Enobarbus, Anthony
Hath after thee sent all thy Treasure, with
His Bounty ouer-plus. The Messenger
Came on my guard, and at thy Tent is now
Vnloading of his Mules.
Eno.
I giue it you.
I giue it you.
Sol.
Mocke not Enobarbus,
I tell you true: Best you saf't the bringer
Out of the hoast, I must attend mine Office,
Or would haue done't my selfe. Your Emperor
Exit.Continues still a Ioue.
Mocke not Enobarbus,
I tell you true: Best you saf't the bringer
Out of the hoast, I must attend mine Office,
Or would haue done't my selfe. Your Emperor
Exit.Continues still a Ioue.
Enob.
I am alone the Villaine of the earth,
And feele I am so most. Oh Anthony,
Thou Mine of Bounty, how would'st thou haue payed
My better seruice, when my turpitude
Thou dost so Crowne with Gold. This blowes my hart,
If swift thought breake it not: a swifter meane
Shall out-strike thought, but thought will doo't. I feele
I fight against thee: No I will go seeke
Some Ditch, wherein to dye: the foul'st best fits
Exit.My latter part of life.
I am alone the Villaine of the earth,
And feele I am so most. Oh Anthony,
Thou Mine of Bounty, how would'st thou haue payed
My better seruice, when my turpitude
Thou dost so Crowne with Gold. This blowes my hart,
If swift thought breake it not: a swifter meane
Shall out-strike thought, but thought will doo't. I feele
I fight against thee: No I will go seeke
Some Ditch, wherein to dye: the foul'st best fits
Exit.My latter part of life.
Alarum, Drummes and Trumpets.
Enter Agrippa.
Enter Agrippa.
Agrip
Retire, we haue engag'd our selues too farre:
Cæsar himselfe ha's worke, and our oppression
Exit.Exceeds what we expected.
Retire, we haue engag'd our selues too farre:
Cæsar himselfe ha's worke, and our oppression
Exit.Exceeds what we expected.
Alarums.
Enter Anthony, and Scarrus wounded.
Enter Anthony, and Scarrus wounded.
Scar.
O my braue Emperor, this is fought indeed,
Had we done so at first, we had drouen them home
Far off.With clowts about their heads.
O my braue Emperor, this is fought indeed,
Had we done so at first, we had drouen them home
Far off.With clowts about their heads.
Ant.
Thou bleed'st apace.
Thou bleed'st apace.
Scar.
I had a wound heere that was like a T,
But now 'tis made an H.
I had a wound heere that was like a T,
But now 'tis made an H.
Ant.
They do retyre.
They do retyre.
Scar.
Wee'l beat 'em into Bench-holes, I haue yet
Roome for six scotches more.
Wee'l beat 'em into Bench-holes, I haue yet
Roome for six scotches more.
Enter Eros.
Eros.
They are beaten Sir, and our aduantage serues
For a faire victory.
They are beaten Sir, and our aduantage serues
For a faire victory.
Scar.
Let vs score their backes,
And snatch 'em vp, as we take Hares behinde,
'Tis sport to maul a Runner.
Let vs score their backes,
And snatch 'em vp, as we take Hares behinde,
'Tis sport to maul a Runner.
Ant.
I will reward thee
Once for thy sprightly comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.
I will reward thee
Once for thy sprightly comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.
Scar.
Exeunt.Ile halt after.
Exeunt.Ile halt after.
[Act 4, Scene 8]
Alarum. Enter Anthony againe in a March.
Scarrus, with others.
Scarrus, with others.
Ant.
We haue beate him to his Campe: Runne one
Before, & let the Queen know of our guests: to morrow
Before the Sun shall see's, wee'l spill the blood
That ha's to day escap'd. I thanke you all,
For doughty handed are you, and haue fought
Not as you seru'd the Cause, but as't had beene
Each mans like mine: you haue shewne all Hectors.
Enter the Citty, clip your Wiues, your Friends,
Tell them your feats, whil'st they with ioyfull teares
Wash the congealement from your wounds, and kisse
The Honour'd-gashes whole.
Enter Cleopatra.
Giue me thy hand,
To this great Faiery, Ile commend thy acts,
Make her thankes blesse thee. Oh thou day o'th'world,
Chaine mine arm'd necke, leape thou, Attyre and all
Through proofe of Harnesse to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.
We haue beate him to his Campe: Runne one
Before, & let the Queen know of our guests: to morrow
Before the Sun shall see's, wee'l spill the blood
That ha's to day escap'd. I thanke you all,
For doughty handed are you, and haue fought
Not as you seru'd the Cause, but as't had beene
Each mans like mine: you haue shewne all Hectors.
Enter the Citty, clip your Wiues, your Friends,
Tell them your feats, whil'st they with ioyfull teares
Wash the congealement from your wounds, and kisse
The Honour'd-gashes whole.
Enter Cleopatra.
Giue me thy hand,
To this great Faiery, Ile commend thy acts,
Make her thankes blesse thee. Oh thou day o'th'world,
Chaine mine arm'd necke, leape thou, Attyre and all
Through proofe of Harnesse to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.
Cleo.
Lord of Lords.
Oh infinite Vertue, comm'st thou smiling from
Note: An ink mark follows the end of this line.
The worlds great snare vncaught.
Lord of Lords.
Oh infinite Vertue, comm'st thou smiling from
Note: An ink mark follows the end of this line.
The worlds great snare vncaught.
Ant.
Mine Nightingale,
We haue beate them to their Beds.
What Gyrle, though gray
Do somthing mingle with our yonger brown, yet ha we
A Braine that nourishes our Nerues, and can
Get gole for gole of youth. Behold this man,
Commend vnto his Lippes thy fauouring hand,
Kisse it my Warriour: He hath fought to day,
As if a God in hate of Mankinde, had
Destroyed in such a shape.
Mine Nightingale,
We haue beate them to their Beds.
What Gyrle, though gray
Do somthing mingle with our yonger brown, yet ha we
A Braine that nourishes our Nerues, and can
Get gole for gole of youth. Behold this man,
Commend vnto his Lippes thy fauouring hand,
Kisse it my Warriour: He hath fought to day,
As if a God in hate of Mankinde, had
Destroyed in such a shape.
Cleo.
Ile giue thee Friend
An Armour all of Gold: it was a Kings.
Ile giue thee Friend
An Armour all of Gold: it was a Kings.
Ant.
He has deseru'd it, were it Carbunkled
Like holy Phœbus Carre. Giue me thy hand,
Through Alexandria make a iolly March,
Beare our hackt Targets, like the men that owe them.
Had our great Pallace the capacity
To Campe this hoast, we all would sup together,
And drinke Carowses to the next dayes Fate
He has deseru'd it, were it Carbunkled
Like holy Phœbus Carre. Giue me thy hand,
Through Alexandria make a iolly March,
Beare our hackt Targets, like the men that owe them.
Had our great Pallace the capacity
To Campe this hoast, we all would sup together,
And drinke Carowses to the next dayes Fate
Which
