Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedie of Anthonie, and Cleopatra/Act 3 Scene 11

by William Shakespeare

Enter Anthony with Attendants.

Ant.
Hearke, the Land bids me tread no more vpon't,
It is asham'd to beare me. Friends, come hither,
I am so lated in the world, that I
Haue lost my way for euer. I haue a shippe,
Laden with Gold, take that, diuide it: flye,
And make your peace with Cæsar.

Omnes.
Fly? Not wee.

Ant.
I haue fled my selfe, and haue instructed cowards
To runne, and shew their shoulders. Friends be gone,
I haue my selfe resolu'd vpon a course,
Which has no neede of you. Be gone,
My Treasure's in the Harbour. Take it: Oh,
I follow'd that I blush to looke vpon,
My very haires do mutiny: for the white
Reproue the browne for rashnesse, and they them
For feare, and doting. Friends be gone, you shall
Haue Letters from me to some Friends, that will
Sweepe your way for you. Pray you looke not sad,
Nor make replyes of loathnesse, take the hint
Which my dispaire proclaimes. Let them be left
Which leaues it selfe, to the Sea-side straight way;
I will possesse you of that ship and Treasure.
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.

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