Anthony and Cleopatra.
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Enter a Guard.
1. Guard.
What's the noise?
What's the noise?
Ant.
I haue done my worke ill Friends:
Oh make an end of what I haue begun.
I haue done my worke ill Friends:
Oh make an end of what I haue begun.
2
The Starre is falne.
The Starre is falne.
1
And time is at his Period.
And time is at his Period.
All.
Alas, and woe.
Alas, and woe.
Ant.
Let him that loues me, strike me dead.
Let him that loues me, strike me dead.
1
Not I.
Not I.
2
Nor I.
Nor I.
3
exeuntNor any one.
exeuntNor any one.
Dercetus.
Thy death and fortunes bid thy folowers fly
This sword but shewne to Cæsar with this tydings,
Shall enter me with him.
Thy death and fortunes bid thy folowers fly
This sword but shewne to Cæsar with this tydings,
Shall enter me with him.
Enter Diomedes.
Dio.
Where's Anthony?
Where's Anthony?
Decre.
There Diomed there.
There Diomed there.
Diom.
Liues he: wilt thou not answer man?
Liues he: wilt thou not answer man?
Ant.
Art thou there Diomed?
Draw thy sword, and giue mee,
Suffising strokes for death.
Art thou there Diomed?
Draw thy sword, and giue mee,
Suffising strokes for death.
Diom.
Most absolute Lord:
My Mistris Cleopatra sent me to thee.
Most absolute Lord:
My Mistris Cleopatra sent me to thee.
Ant.
When did shee send thee?
When did shee send thee?
Diom.
Now my Lord.
Now my Lord.
Anth.
Where is she?
Where is she?
Diom.
Lockt in her Monument: she had a Prophesying feare
Of what hath come to passe: for when she saw
(Which neuer shall be found) you did suspect
She had dispos'd with Cæsar, and that your rage
Would not be purg'd, she sent you word she was dead:
But fearing since how it might worke, hath sent
Me to proclaime the truth, and I am come
I dread, too late.
Lockt in her Monument: she had a Prophesying feare
Of what hath come to passe: for when she saw
(Which neuer shall be found) you did suspect
She had dispos'd with Cæsar, and that your rage
Would not be purg'd, she sent you word she was dead:
But fearing since how it might worke, hath sent
Me to proclaime the truth, and I am come
I dread, too late.
Ant.
Too late good Diomed: call my Guard I prythee.
Too late good Diomed: call my Guard I prythee.
Dio.
What hoa: the Emperors Guard,
The Guard, what hoa? Come, your Lord calles.
What hoa: the Emperors Guard,
The Guard, what hoa? Come, your Lord calles.
Enter 4. or 5. of the Guard of Anthony.
Ant.
Beare me good Friends where Cleopatra bides,
'Tis the last seruice that I shall command you.
Beare me good Friends where Cleopatra bides,
'Tis the last seruice that I shall command you.
1
Woe, woe are we sir, you may not liue to weare
All your true Followers out.
Woe, woe are we sir, you may not liue to weare
All your true Followers out.
All.
Most heauy day.
Most heauy day.
Ant.
Nay good my Fellowes, do not please sharp fate
To grace it with your sorrowes. Bid that welcome
Which comes to punish vs, and we punish it
Seeming to beare it lightly. Take me vp,
I haue led you oft, carry me now good Friends,
Exit bearing AnthonyAnd haue my thankes for all.
Nay good my Fellowes, do not please sharp fate
To grace it with your sorrowes. Bid that welcome
Which comes to punish vs, and we punish it
Seeming to beare it lightly. Take me vp,
I haue led you oft, carry me now good Friends,
Exit bearing AnthonyAnd haue my thankes for all.
Enter Cleopatra, and her Maides aloft, with
Charmian & Iras.
Charmian & Iras.
Cleo.
Oh Charmian, I will neuer go from hence.
Oh Charmian, I will neuer go from hence.
Char.
Be comforted deere Madam.
Be comforted deere Madam.
Cleo.
No, I will not:
All strange and terrible euents are welcome,
But comforts we dispise; our size of sorrow
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
As that which makes it.
Enter Diomed.
How now? is he dead?
No, I will not:
All strange and terrible euents are welcome,
But comforts we dispise; our size of sorrow
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
As that which makes it.
Enter Diomed.
How now? is he dead?
Diom.
His death's vpon him, but not dead.
Looke out o'th other side your Monument,
His Guard haue brought him thither.
His death's vpon him, but not dead.
Looke out o'th other side your Monument,
His Guard haue brought him thither.
Enter Anthony, and the Guard.
Cleo.
Oh Sunne,
Burne the great Sphere thou mou'st in, darkling stand
The varrying shore o'th'world. O Antony, Antony, Antony
Helpe Charmian, helpe Iras helpe: helpe Friends
Below, let's draw him hither.
Oh Sunne,
Burne the great Sphere thou mou'st in, darkling stand
The varrying shore o'th'world. O Antony, Antony, Antony
Helpe Charmian, helpe Iras helpe: helpe Friends
Below, let's draw him hither.
Ant.
Peace,
Not Cæsars Valour hath o'rethrowne Anthony,
But Anthonie's hath Triumpht on it selfe.
Peace,
Not Cæsars Valour hath o'rethrowne Anthony,
But Anthonie's hath Triumpht on it selfe.
Cleo.
So it should be,
That none but Anthony should conquer Anthony,
But woe 'tis so.
So it should be,
That none but Anthony should conquer Anthony,
But woe 'tis so.
Ant.
I am dying Egypt, dying; onely
I heere importune death a-while, vntill
Of many thousand kisses, the poore last
I lay vpon thy lippes.
I am dying Egypt, dying; onely
I heere importune death a-while, vntill
Of many thousand kisses, the poore last
I lay vpon thy lippes.
Cleo.
I dare not Deere,
Deere my Lord pardon: I dare not,
Least I be taken: nor th'Imperious shew
Of the full-Fortun'd Cæsar, euer shall
Be brooch'd with me, if Knife, Drugges, Serpents haue
Edge, sting, or operation. I am safe:
Your Wife Octauia, with her modest eyes,
And still Conclusion, shall acquire no Honour
Demuring vpon me: but come, come Anthony,
Helpe me my women, we must draw thee vp:
Assist good Friends.
I dare not Deere,
Deere my Lord pardon: I dare not,
Least I be taken: nor th'Imperious shew
Of the full-Fortun'd Cæsar, euer shall
Be brooch'd with me, if Knife, Drugges, Serpents haue
Edge, sting, or operation. I am safe:
Your Wife Octauia, with her modest eyes,
And still Conclusion, shall acquire no Honour
Demuring vpon me: but come, come Anthony,
Helpe me my women, we must draw thee vp:
Assist good Friends.
Ant.
Oh quicke, or I am gone.
Oh quicke, or I am gone.
Cleo.
Heere's sport indeede:
How heauy weighes my Lord?
Our strength is all gone into heauinesse,
That makes the waight. Had I great Iuno's power,
The strong wing'd Mercury should fetch thee vp,
And set thee by Ioues side. Yet come a little,
Wishers were euer Fooles. Oh come, come, come,
They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra.
And welcome, welcome. Dye when thou hast liu'd,
Quicken with kissing: had my lippes that power,
Thus would I weare them out.
Heere's sport indeede:
How heauy weighes my Lord?
Our strength is all gone into heauinesse,
That makes the waight. Had I great Iuno's power,
The strong wing'd Mercury should fetch thee vp,
And set thee by Ioues side. Yet come a little,
Wishers were euer Fooles. Oh come, come, come,
They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra.
And welcome, welcome. Dye when thou hast liu'd,
Quicken with kissing: had my lippes that power,
Thus would I weare them out.
All.
A heauy sight.
A heauy sight.
Ant.
I am dying Egypt, dying.
Giue me some Wine, and let me speake a little.
I am dying Egypt, dying.
Giue me some Wine, and let me speake a little.
Cleo.
No, let me speake, and let me rayle so hye,
That the false Huswife Fortune, breake her Wheele,
Prouok'd by my offence.
No, let me speake, and let me rayle so hye,
That the false Huswife Fortune, breake her Wheele,
Prouok'd by my offence.
Ant.
One word (sweet Queene)
Of Cæsar seeke your Honour, with your safety. Oh.
One word (sweet Queene)
Of Cæsar seeke your Honour, with your safety. Oh.
Cleo.
They do not go together.
They do not go together.
Ant.
Gentle heare me,
None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius.
Gentle heare me,
None about Cæsar trust, but Proculeius.
Cleo.
My Resolution, and my hands, Ile trust,
None about Cæsar.
My Resolution, and my hands, Ile trust,
None about Cæsar.
Ant.
The miserable change now at my end,
Note: An ink mark follows the end of this line.
Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts
In feeding them with those my former Fortunes
Wherein I liued. The greatest Prince o'th'world,
The Noblest: and do now not basely dye,
Not Cowardly put off my Helmet to
My Countreyman. A Roman, by a Roman
Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my Spirit is going,
I can no more.
The miserable change now at my end,
Note: An ink mark follows the end of this line.
Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts
In feeding them with those my former Fortunes
Wherein I liued. The greatest Prince o'th'world,
The Noblest: and do now not basely dye,
Not Cowardly put off my Helmet to
My Countreyman. A Roman, by a Roman
Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my Spirit is going,
I can no more.
Cleo.
Noblest of men, woo't dye?
Hast thou no care of me, shall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy absence is
No better then a Stye? Oh see my women:
The Crowne o'th'earth doth melt. My Lord?
Oh wither'd is the Garland of the Warre,
Noblest of men, woo't dye?
Hast thou no care of me, shall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy absence is
No better then a Stye? Oh see my women:
The Crowne o'th'earth doth melt. My Lord?
Oh wither'd is the Garland of the Warre,
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