Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedie of Anthonie, and Cleopatra/Act 3 Scene 4
Enter Anthony and Octauia.
Ant.Nay, nay Octauia, not onely that,That were excusable, that and thousands moreOf semblable import, but he hath wag'dNew Warres 'gainst Pompey. Made his will, and read it,To publicke eare, spoke scantly of me,When perforce he could notBut pay me tearmes of Honour: cold and sicklyHe vented then most narrow measure: lent me,When the best hint was giuen him: he not took't,Or did it from his teeth.
Octaui.Oh my good Lord,Beleeue not all, or if you must beleeue,Stomacke not all. A more vnhappie Lady,If this deuision chance, ne're stood betweenePraying for both parts:The good Gods wil mocke me presently,When I shall pray: Oh blesse my Lord, and Husband,Vndo that prayer, by crying out as loud,Oh blesse my Brother. Husband winne, winne Brother,Prayes, and distroyes the prayer, no midway'Twixt these extreames at all.
Ant.Gentle Octauia,Let your best loue draw to that point which seeksBest to preserue it: if I loose mine Honour,I loose my selfe: better I were not yoursThen your so branchlesse. But as you requested,Your selfe shall go between's, the meane time Lady,Ile raise the preparation of a WarreShall staine your Brother, make your soonest hast,So your desires are yours.
Oct.Thanks to my Lord,The Ioue of power make me most weake, most weake,You reconciler: Warres 'twixt you twaine would be,As if the world should cleaue, and that slaine menShould soader vp the Rift.
Anth.When it appeeres to you where this begins,Turne your displeasure that way, for our faultsCan neuer be so equall, that your loueCan equally moue with them. Prouide your going,Choose your owne company, and command what costExeunt.Your heart he's mind too.