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The Tragedie of Anthonie, and Cleopatra

 Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.
 Enter Demetrius and Philo.
   Philo. Nay, but this dotage of our Generals
 Ore-flowes the measure: those his goodly eyes
 That o're the Files and Musters of the Warre,
 Haue glow'd like plated Mars:
 Now bend, now turne
 The Office and Deuotion of their view
 Vpon a Tawny Front. His Captaines heart,
 Which in the scuffles of great Fights hath burst
 The Buckles on his brest, reneages all temper,
 And is become the Bellowes and the Fan
 To coole a Gypsies Lust.
 Flourish. Enter Anthony, Cleopatra, her Ladies, the Traine, with
 fanning her.
 Looke where they come:
 Take but good note, and you shall see in him
 (The triple Pillar of the world) transform'd
 Into a Strumpets Foole. Behold and see
    Cleo. If it be Loue indeed, tell me how much
    Ant. There's beggery in the loue that can be reckon'd
   Cleo. Ile set a bourne how farre to be belou'd
    Ant. Then must thou needes finde out new Heauen,
 new Earth.
 Enter a Messenger.
   Mes. Newes (my good Lord) from Rome
    Ant. Grates me, the summe
    Cleo. Nay heare them Anthony.
 Fuluia perchance is angry: Or who knowes,
 If the scarse-bearded Caesar haue not sent
 His powrefull Mandate to you. Do this, or this;
 Take in that Kingdome, and Infranchise that:
 Perform't, or else we damne thee
    Ant. How, my Loue?
   Cleo. Perchance? Nay, and most like:
 You must not stay heere longer, your dismission
 Is come from Caesar, therefore heare it Anthony,
 Where's Fuluias Processe? (Caesars I would say) both?
 Call in the Messengers: As I am Egypts Queene,
 Thou blushest Anthony, and that blood of thine
 Is Caesars homager: else so thy cheeke payes shame,
 When shrill-tongu'd Fuluia scolds. The Messengers
    Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide Arch
 Of the raing'd Empire fall: Heere is my space,
 Kingdomes are clay: Our dungie earth alike
 Feeds Beast as Man; the Noblenesse of life
 Is to do thus: when such a mutuall paire,
 And such a twaine can doo't, in which I binde
 One paine of punishment, the world to weete
 We stand vp Peerelesse
    Cleo. Excellent falshood:
 Why did he marry Fuluia, and not loue her?
 Ile seeme the Foole I am not. Anthony will be himselfe
    Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.
 Now for the loue of Loue, and her soft houres,
 Let's not confound the time with Conference harsh;
 There's not a minute of our liues should stretch
 Without some pleasure now. What sport to night?
   Cleo. Heare the Ambassadors
    Ant. Fye wrangling Queene:
 Whom euery thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
 To weepe: who euery passion fully striues
 To make it selfe (in Thee) faire, and admir'd.
 No Messenger but thine, and all alone, to night
 Wee'l wander through the streets, and note
 The qualities of people. Come my Queene,
 Last night you did desire it. Speake not to vs.
 Exeunt. with the Traine.
   Dem. Is Caesar with Anthonius priz'd so slight?
   Philo. Sir, sometimes when he is not Anthony,
 He comes too short of that great Property
 Which still should go with Anthony
    Dem. I am full sorry, that hee approues the common
 Lyar, who thus speakes of him at Rome; but I will hope
 of better deeds to morrow. Rest you happy.
 Enter Enobarbus, Lamprius, a Southsayer, Rannius, Lucillius,
 Iras, Mardian the Eunuch, and Alexas.
   Char. L[ord]. Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas,
 almost most absolute Alexas, where's the Soothsayer
 that you prais'd so to'th' Queene? Oh that I knewe this
 Husband, which you say, must change his Hornes with
    Alex. Soothsayer
    Sooth. Your will?
   Char. Is this the Man? Is't you sir that know things?
   Sooth. In Natures infinite booke of Secrecie, a little I
 can read
    Alex. Shew him your hand
    Enob. Bring in the Banket quickly: Wine enough,
 Cleopatra's health to drinke
    Char. Good sir, giue me good Fortune
    Sooth. I make not, but foresee
    Char. Pray then, foresee me one
    Sooth. You shall be yet farre fairer then you are
    Char. He meanes in flesh
    Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old
    Char. Wrinkles forbid
    Alex. Vex not his prescience, be attentiue
    Char. Hush
    Sooth. You shall be more belouing, then beloued
    Char. I had rather heate my Liuer with drinking
    Alex. Nay, heare him
    Char. Good now some excellent Fortune: Let mee
 be married to three Kings in a forenoone, and Widdow
 them all: Let me haue a Childe at fifty, to whom Herode
 of Iewry may do Homage. Finde me to marrie me with
 Octauius Caesar, and companion me with my Mistris
    Sooth. You shall out-liue the Lady whom you serue
    Char. Oh excellent, I loue long life better then Figs
    Sooth. You haue seene and proued a fairer former fortune,
 then that which is to approach
    Char. Then belike my Children shall haue no names:
 Prythee how many Boyes and Wenches must I haue
    Sooth. If euery of your wishes had a wombe, & foretell
 euery wish, a Million
    Char. Out Foole, I forgiue thee for a Witch
    Alex. You thinke none but your sheets are priuie to
 your wishes
    Char. Nay come, tell Iras hers
    Alex. Wee'l know all our Fortunes
    Enob. Mine, and most of our Fortunes to night, shall
 be drunke to bed
    Iras. There's a Palme presages Chastity, if nothing els
    Char. E'ne as the o're-flowing Nylus presageth Famine
    Iras. Go you wilde Bedfellow, you cannot Soothsay
    Char. Nay, if an oyly Palme bee not a fruitfull Prognostication,
 I cannot scratch mine eare. Prythee tel her
 but a worky day Fortune
    Sooth. Your Fortunes are alike
    Iras. But how, but how, giue me particulars
    Sooth. I haue said
    Iras. Am I not an inch of Fortune better then she?
   Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better
 then I: where would you choose it
    Iras. Not in my Husbands nose
    Char. Our worser thoughts Heauens mend
    Alexas. Come, his Fortune, his Fortune. Oh let him
 mary a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee,
 and let her dye too, and giue him a worse, and let worse
 follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to
 his graue, fifty-fold a Cuckold. Good Isis heare me this
 Prayer, though thou denie me a matter of more waight:
 good Isis I beseech thee
    Iras. Amen, deere Goddesse, heare that prayer of the
 people. For, as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome
 man loose-Wiu'd, so it is a deadly sorrow, to beholde a
 foule Knaue vncuckolded: Therefore deere Isis keep decorum,
 and Fortune him accordingly
    Char. Amen
    Alex. Lo now, if it lay in their hands to make mee a
 Cuckold, they would make themselues Whores, but
 they'ld doo't.
 Enter Cleopatra.
   Enob. Hush, heere comes Anthony
    Char. Not he, the Queene
    Cleo. Saue you, my Lord
    Enob. No Lady
    Cleo. Was he not heere?
   Char. No Madam
    Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth, but on the sodaine
 A Romane thought hath strooke him.
   Enob. Madam
    Cleo. Seeke him, and bring him hither: wher's Alexias?
   Alex. Heere at your seruice.
 My Lord approaches.
 Enter Anthony, with a Messenger.
   Cleo. We will not looke vpon him:
 Go with vs.
   Messen. Fuluia thy Wife,
 First came into the Field
    Ant. Against my Brother Lucius?
   Messen. I: but soone that Warre had end,
 And the times state
 Made friends of them, ioynting their force 'gainst Caesar,
 Whose better issue in the warre from Italy,
 Vpon the first encounter draue them
    Ant. Well, what worst
    Mess. The Nature of bad newes infects the Teller
    Ant. When it concernes the Foole or Coward: On.
 Things that are past, are done, with me. 'Tis thus,
 Who tels me true, though in his Tale lye death,
 I heare him as he flatter'd
    Mes. Labienus (this is stiffe-newes)
 Hath with his Parthian Force
 Extended Asia: from Euphrates his conquering
 Banner shooke, from Syria to Lydia,
 And to Ionia, whil'st-
   Ant. Anthony thou would'st say
    Mes. Oh my Lord
    Ant. Speake to me home,
 Mince not the generall tongue, name
 Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome:
 Raile thou in Fuluia's phrase, and taunt my faults
 With such full License, as both Truth and Malice
 Haue power to vtter. Oh then we bring forth weeds,
 When our quicke windes lye still, and our illes told vs
 Is as our earing: fare thee well awhile
    Mes. At your Noble pleasure.
 Exit Messenger
 Enter another Messenger.
   Ant. From Scicion how the newes? Speake there
    1.Mes. The man from Scicion,
 Is there such an one?
   2.Mes. He stayes vpon your will
    Ant. Let him appeare:
 These strong Egyptian Fetters I must breake,
 Or loose my selfe in dotage.
 Enter another Messenger with a Letter.
 What are you?
   3.Mes. Fuluia thy wife is dead
    Ant. Where dyed she
    Mes. In Scicion, her length of sicknesse,
 With what else more serious,
 Importeth thee to know, this beares
    Antho. Forbeare me
 There's a great Spirit gone, thus did I desire it:
 What our contempts doth often hurle from vs,
 We wish it ours againe. The present pleasure,
 By reuolution lowring, does become
 The opposite of it selfe: she's good being gon,
 The hand could plucke her backe, that shou'd her on.
 I must from this enchanting Queene breake off,
 Ten thousand harmes, more then the illes I know
 My idlenesse doth hatch.
 Enter Enobarbus.
 How now Enobarbus
    Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir?
   Anth. I must with haste from hence
    Eno. Why then we kill all our Women. We see how
 mortall an vnkindnesse is to them, if they suffer our departure
 death's the word
    Ant. I must be gone
    Eno. Vnder a compelling an occasion, let women die.
 It were pitty to cast them away for nothing, though betweene
 them and a great cause, they should be esteemed
 nothing. Cleopatra catching but the least noyse of this,
 dies instantly: I haue seene her dye twenty times vppon
 farre poorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death,
 which commits some louing acte vpon her, she hath such
 a celerity in dying
    Ant. She is cunning past mans thought
    Eno. Alacke Sir no, her passions are made of nothing
 but the finest part of pure Loue. We cannot cal her winds
 and waters, sighes and teares: They are greater stormes
 and Tempests then Almanackes can report. This cannot
 be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a showre of Raine
 as well as Ioue
    Ant. Would I had neuer seene her
    Eno. Oh sir, you had then left vnseene a wonderfull
 peece of worke, which not to haue beene blest withall,
 would haue discredited your Trauaile
    Ant. Fuluia is dead
    Eno. Sir
    Ant. Fuluia is dead
    Eno. Fuluia?
   Ant. Dead
    Eno. Why sir, giue the Gods a thankefull Sacrifice:
 when it pleaseth their Deities to take the wife of a man
 from him, it shewes to man the Tailors of the earth: comforting
 therein, that when olde Robes are worne out,
 there are members to make new. If there were no more
 Women but Fuluia, then had you indeede a cut, and the
 case to be lamented: This greefe is crown'd with Consolation,
 your old Smocke brings foorth a new Petticoate,
 and indeed the teares liue in an Onion, that should water
 this sorrow
    Ant. The businesse she hath broached in the State,
 Cannot endure my absence
    Eno. And the businesse you haue broach'd heere cannot
 be without you, especially that of Cleopatra's, which
 wholly depends on your abode
    Ant. No more light Answeres:
 Let our Officers
 Haue notice what we purpose. I shall breake
 The cause of our Expedience to the Queene,
 And get her loue to part. For not alone
 The death of Fuluia, with more vrgent touches
 Do strongly speake to vs: but the Letters too
 Of many our contriuing Friends in Rome,
 Petition vs at home. Sextus Pompeius
 Haue giuen the dare to Caesar, and commands
 The Empire of the Sea. Our slippery people,
 Whose Loue is neuer link'd to the deseruer,
 Till his deserts are past, begin to throw
 Pompey the great, and all his Dignities
 Vpon his Sonne, who high in Name and Power,
 Higher then both in Blood and Life, stands vp
 For the maine Souldier. Whose quality going on,
 The sides o'th' world may danger. Much is breeding,
 Which like the Coursers heire, hath yet but life,
 And not a Serpents poyson. Say our pleasure,
 To such whose places vnder vs, require
 Our quicke remoue from hence
    Enob. I shall doo't.
 Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras.
   Cleo. Where is he?
   Char. I did not see him since
    Cleo. See where he is,
 Whose with him, what he does:
 I did not send you. If you finde him sad,
 Say I am dauncing: if in Myrth, report
 That I am sodaine sicke. Quicke, and returne
    Char. Madam, me thinkes if you did loue him deerly,
 You do not hold the method, to enforce
 The like from him
    Cleo. What should I do, I do not?
   Ch. In each thing giue him way, crosse him in nothing
    Cleo. Thou teachest like a foole: the way to lose him
    Char. Tempt him not so too farre. I wish forbeare,
 In time we hate that which we often feare.
 Enter Anthony.
 But heere comes Anthony
    Cleo. I am sicke, and sullen
    An. I am sorry to giue breathing to my purpose
    Cleo. Helpe me away deere Charmian, I shall fall,
 It cannot be thus long, the sides of Nature
 Will not sustaine it
    Ant. Now my deerest Queene
    Cleo. Pray you stand farther from mee
    Ant. What's the matter?
   Cleo. I know by that same eye ther's some good news.
 What sayes the married woman you may goe?
 Would she had neuer giuen you leaue to come.
 Let her not say 'tis I that keepe you heere,
 I haue no power vpon you: Hers you are
    Ant. The Gods best know
    Cleo. Oh neuer was there Queene
 So mightily betrayed: yet at the first
 I saw the Treasons planted
    Ant. Cleopatra
    Cleo. Why should I thinke you can be mine, & true,
 (Though you in swearing shake the Throaned Gods)
 Who haue beene false to Fuluia?
 Riotous madnesse,
 To be entangled with those mouth-made vowes,
 Which breake themselues in swearing
    Ant. Most sweet Queene
    Cleo. Nay pray you seeke no colour for your going,
 But bid farewell, and goe:
 When you sued staying,
 Then was the time for words: No going then,
 Eternity was in our Lippes, and Eyes,
 Blisse in our browes bent: none our parts so poore,
 But was a race of Heauen. They are so still,
 Or thou the greatest Souldier of the world,
 Art turn'd the greatest Lyar
    Ant. How now Lady?
   Cleo. I would I had thy inches, thou should'st know
 There were a heart in Egypt
    Ant. Heare me Queene:
 The strong necessity of Time, commands
 Our Seruices a-while: but my full heart
 Remaines in vse with you. Our Italy,
 Shines o're with ciuill Swords; Sextus Pompeius
 Makes his approaches to the Port of Rome,
 Equality of two Domesticke powers,
 Breed scrupulous faction: The hated growne to strength
 Are newly growne to Loue: The condemn'd Pompey,
 Rich in his Fathers Honor, creepes apace
 Into the hearts of such, as haue not thriued
 Vpon the present state, whose Numbers threaten,
 And quietnesse growne sicke of rest, would purge
 By any desperate change: My more particular,
 And that which most with you should safe my going,
 Is Fuluias death
    Cleo. Though age from folly could not giue me freedom
 It does from childishnesse. Can Fuluia dye?
   Ant. She's dead my Queene.
 Looke heere, and at thy Soueraigne leysure read
 The Garboyles she awak'd: at the last, best,
 See when, and where shee died
    Cleo. O most false Loue!
 Where be the Sacred Violles thou should'st fill
 With sorrowfull water? Now I see, I see,
 In Fuluias death, how mine receiu'd shall be
    Ant. Quarrell no more, but bee prepar'd to know
 The purposes I beare: which are, or cease,
 As you shall giue th' aduice. By the fire
 That quickens Nylus slime, I go from hence
 Thy Souldier, Seruant, making Peace or Warre,
 As thou affects
    Cleo. Cut my Lace, Charmian come,
 But let it be, I am quickly ill, and well,
 So Anthony loues
    Ant. My precious Queene forbeare,
 And giue true euidence to his Loue, which stands
 An honourable Triall
    Cleo. So Fuluia told me.
 I prythee turne aside, and weepe for her,
 Then bid adiew to me, and say the teares
 Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one Scene
 Of excellent dissembling, and let it looke
 Like perfect Honor
    Ant. You'l heat my blood no more?
   Cleo. You can do better yet: but this is meetly
    Ant. Now by Sword
    Cleo. And Target. Still he mends.
 But this is not the best. Looke prythee Charmian,
 How this Herculean Roman do's become
 The carriage of his chafe
    Ant. Ile leaue you Lady
    Cleo. Courteous Lord, one word:
 Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:
 Sir, you and I haue lou'd, but there's not it:
 That you know well, something it is I would:
 Oh, my Obliuion is a very Anthony,
 And I am all forgotten
    Ant. But that your Royalty
 Holds Idlenesse your subiect, I should take you
 For Idlenesse it selfe
    Cleo. 'Tis sweating Labour,
 To beare such Idlenesse so neere the heart
 As Cleopatra this. But Sir, forgiue me,
 Since my becommings kill me, when they do not
 Eye well to you. Your Honor calles you hence,
 Therefore be deafe to my vnpittied Folly,
 And all the Gods go with you. Vpon your Sword
 Sit Lawrell victory, and smooth successe
 Be strew'd before your feete
    Ant. Let vs go.
 Come: Our separation so abides and flies,
 That thou reciding heere, goes yet with mee;
 And I hence fleeting, heere remaine with thee.
 Enter Octauius reading a Letter, Lepidus, and their Traine.
   Caes You may see Lepidus, and henceforth know,
 It is not Caesars Naturall vice, to hate
 One great Competitor. From Alexandria
 This is the newes: He fishes, drinkes, and wastes
 The Lampes of night in reuell: Is not more manlike
 Then Cleopatra: nor the Queene of Ptolomy
 More Womanly then he. Hardly gaue audience
 Or vouchsafe to thinke he had Partners. You
 Shall finde there a man, who is th' abstracts of all faults,
 That all men follow
    Lep. I must not thinke
 There are, euils enow to darken all his goodnesse:
 His faults in him, seeme as the Spots of Heauen,
 More fierie by nights Blacknesse; Hereditarie,
 Rather then purchaste: what he cannot change,
 Then what he chooses
    Caes You are too indulgent. Let's graunt it is not
 Amisse to tumble on the bed of Ptolomy,
 To giue a Kingdome for a Mirth, to sit
 And keepe the turne of Tipling with a Slaue,
 To reele the streets at noone, and stand the Buffet
 With knaues that smels of sweate: Say this becoms him
 (As his composure must be rare indeed,
 Whom these things cannot blemish) yet must Anthony
 No way excuse his foyles, when we do beare
 So great waight in his lightnesse. If he fill'd
 His vacancie with his Voluptuousnesse,
 Full surfets, and the drinesse of his bones,
 Call on him for't. But to confound such time,
 That drummes him from his sport, and speakes as lowd
 As his owne State, and ours, 'tis to be chid:
 As we rate Boyes, who being mature in knowledge,
 Pawne their experience to their present pleasure,
 And so rebell to iudgement.
 Enter a Messenger.
   Lep. Heere's more newes
    Mes. Thy biddings haue beene done, & euerie houre
 Most Noble Caesar, shalt thou haue report
 How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at Sea,
 And it appeares, he is belou'd of those
 That only haue feard Caesar: to the Ports
 The discontents repaire, and mens reports
 Giue him much wrong'd
    Caes I should haue knowne no lesse,
 It hath bin taught vs from the primall state
 That he which is was wisht, vntill he were:
 And the ebb'd man,
 Ne're lou'd, till ne're worth loue,
 Comes fear'd, by being lack'd. This common bodie,
 Like to a Vagabond Flagge vpon the Streame,
 Goes too, and backe, lacking the varrying tyde
 To rot it selfe with motion
    Mes. Caesar I bring thee word,
 Menacrates and Menas famous Pyrates
 Makes the Sea serue them, which they eare and wound
 With keeles of euery kinde. Many hot inrodes
 They make in Italy, the Borders Maritime
 Lacke blood to thinke on't, and flush youth reuolt,
 No Vessell can peepe forth: but 'tis as soone
 Taken as seene: for Pompeyes name strikes more
 Then could his Warre resisted
   Caesar. Anthony,
 Leaue thy lasciuious Vassailes. When thou once
 Was beaten from Medena, where thou slew'st
 Hirsius, and Pansa Consuls, at thy heele
 Did Famine follow, whom thou fought'st against,
 (Though daintily brought vp) with patience more
 Then Sauages could suffer. Thou did'st drinke
 The stale of Horses, and the gilded Puddle
 Which Beasts would cough at. Thy pallat the[n] did daine
 The roughest Berry, on the rudest Hedge.
 Yea, like the Stagge, when Snow the Pasture sheets,
 The barkes of Trees thou brows'd. On the Alpes,
 It is reported thou did'st eate strange flesh,
 Which some did dye to looke on: And all this
 (It wounds thine Honor that I speake it now)
 Was borne so like a Soldiour, that thy cheeke
 So much as lank'd not
    Lep. 'Tis pitty of him
    Caes Let his shames quickely
 Driue him to Rome, 'tis time we twaine
 Did shew our selues i'th' Field, and to that end
 Assemble me immediate counsell, Pompey
 Thriues in our Idlenesse
    Lep. To morrow Caesar,
 I shall be furnisht to informe you rightly
 Both what by Sea and Land I can be able
 To front this present time
    Caes Til which encounter, it is my busines too. Farwell
    Lep. Farwell my Lord, what you shal know mean time
 Of stirres abroad, I shall beseech you Sir
 To let me be partaker
    Caesar. Doubt not sir, I knew it for my Bond.
 Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, & Mardian.
   Cleo. Charmian
    Char. Madam
    Cleo. Ha, ha, giue me to drinke Mandragora
    Char. Why Madam?
   Cleo. That I might sleepe out this great gap of time:
 My Anthony is away
    Char. You thinke of him too much
    Cleo. O 'tis Treason
    Char. Madam, I trust not so
    Cleo. Thou, Eunuch Mardian?
   Mar. What's your Highnesse pleasure?
   Cleo. Not now to heare thee sing. I take no pleasure
 In ought an Eunuch ha's: Tis well for thee,
 That being vnseminar'd, thy freer thoughts
 May not flye forth of Egypt. Hast thou Affections?
   Mar. Yes gracious Madam
    Cleo. Indeed?
   Mar. Not in deed Madam, for I can do nothing
 But what in deede is honest to be done:
 Yet haue I fierce Affections, and thinke
 What Venus did with Mars
    Cleo. Oh Charmion:
 Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?
 Or does he walke? Or is he on his Horse?
 Oh happy horse to beare the weight of Anthony!
 Do brauely Horse, for wot'st thou whom thou moou'st,
 The demy Atlas of this Earth, the Arme
 And Burganet of men. Hee's speaking now,
 Or murmuring, where's my Serpent of old Nyle,
 (For so he cals me:) Now I feede my selfe
 With most delicious poyson. Thinke on me
 That am with Phoebus amorous pinches blacke,
 And wrinkled deepe in time. Broad-fronted Caesar,
 When thou was't heere aboue the ground, I was
 A morsell for a Monarke: and great Pompey
 Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow,
 There would he anchor his Aspect, and dye
 With looking on his life.
 Enter Alexas from Caesar.
   Alex. Soueraigne of Egypt, haile
    Cleo. How much vnlike art thou Marke Anthony?
 Yet comming from him, that great Med'cine hath
 With his Tinct gilded thee.
 How goes it with my braue Marke Anthonie?
   Alex. Last thing he did (deere Queene)
 He kist the last of many doubled kisses
 This Orient Pearle. His speech stickes in my heart
    Cleo. Mine eare must plucke it thence
    Alex. Good Friend, quoth he:
 Say the firme Roman to great Egypt sends
 This treasure of an Oyster: at whose foote
 To mend the petty present, I will peece
 Her opulent Throne, with Kingdomes. All the East,
 (Say thou) shall call her Mistris. So he nodded,
 And soberly did mount an Arme-gaunt Steede,
 Who neigh'd so hye, that what I would haue spoke,
 Was beastly dumbe by him
    Cleo. What was he sad, or merry?
   Alex. Like to the time o'th' yeare, between y extremes
 Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merrie
    Cleo. Oh well diuided disposition: Note him,
 Note him good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him.
 He was not sad, for he would shine on those
 That make their lookes by his. He was not merrie,
 Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay
 In Egypt with his ioy, but betweene both.
 Oh heauenly mingle! Bee'st thou sad, or merrie,
 The violence of either thee becomes,
 So do's it no mans else. Met'st thou my Posts?
   Alex. I Madam, twenty seuerall Messengers.
 Why do you send so thicke?
   Cleo. Who's borne that day, when I forget to send
 to Anthonie, shall dye a Begger. Inke and paper Charmian.
 Welcome my good Alexas. Did I Charmian, euer
 loue Caesar so?
   Char. Oh that braue Caesar!
   Cleo. Be choak'd with such another Emphasis,
 Say the braue Anthony
    Char. The valiant Caesar
    Cleo. By Isis, I will giue thee bloody teeth,
 If thou with Caesar Paragon againe:
 My man of men
    Char. By your most gracious pardon,
 I sing but after you
    Cleo. My Sallad dayes,
 When I was greene in iudgement, cold in blood,
 To say, as I saide then. But come, away,
 Get me Inke and Paper,
 he shall haue euery day a seuerall greeting, or Ile vnpeople
 Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas, in warlike manner.
   Pom. If the great Gods be iust, they shall assist
 The deeds of iustest men
    Mene. Know worthy Pompey, that what they do delay,
 they not deny
    Pom. Whiles we are sutors to their Throne, decayes
 the thing we sue for
    Mene. We ignorant of our selues,
 Begge often our owne harmes, which the wise Powres
 Deny vs for our good: so finde we profit
 By loosing of our Prayers
    Pom. I shall do well:
 The people loue me, and the Sea is mine;
 My powers are Cressent, and my Auguring hope
 Sayes it will come to'th' full. Marke Anthony
 In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make
 No warres without doores. Caesar gets money where
 He looses hearts: Lepidus flatters both,
 Of both is flatter'd: but he neither loues,
 Nor either cares for him
    Mene. Caesar and Lepidus are in the field,
 A mighty strength they carry
    Pom. Where haue you this? 'Tis false
    Mene. From Siluius, Sir
    Pom. He dreames: I know they are in Rome together
 Looking for Anthony: but all the charmes of Loue,
 Salt Cleopatra soften thy wand lip,
 Let Witchcraft ioyne with Beauty, Lust with both,
 Tye vp the Libertine in a field of Feasts,
 Keepe his Braine fuming. Epicurean Cookes,
 Sharpen with cloylesse sawce his Appetite,
 That sleepe and feeding may prorogue his Honour,
 Euen till a Lethied dulnesse-
 Enter Varrius.
 How now Varrius?
   Var. This is most certaine, that I shall deliuer:
 Marke Anthony is euery houre in Rome
 Expected. Since he went from Egypt, 'tis
 A space for farther Trauaile
    Pom. I could haue giuen lesse matter
 A better eare. Menas, I did not thinke
 This amorous Surfetter would haue donn'd his Helme
 For such a petty Warre: His Souldiership
 Is twice the other twaine: But let vs reare
 The higher our Opinion, that our stirring
 Can from the lap of Egypts Widdow, plucke
 The neere Lust-wearied Anthony
    Mene. I cannot hope,
 Caesar and Anthony shall well greet together;
 His Wife that's dead, did trespasses to Caesar,
 His Brother wan'd vpon him, although I thinke
 Not mou'd by Anthony
    Pom. I know not Menas,
 How lesser Enmities may giue way to greater,
 Were't not that we stand vp against them all:
 'Twer pregnant they should square between themselues,
 For they haue entertained cause enough
 To draw their swords: but how the feare of vs
 May Ciment their diuisions, and binde vp
 The petty difference, we yet not know:
 Bee't as our Gods will haue't; it onely stands
 Our liues vpon, to vse our strongest hands
 Come Menas.
 Enter Enobarbus and Lepidus.
   Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed,
 And shall become you well, to intreat your Captaine
 To soft and gentle speech
    Enob. I shall intreat him
 To answer like himselfe: if Caesar moue him,
 Let Anthony looke ouer Caesars head,
 And speake as lowd as Mars. By Iupiter,
 Were I the wearer of Anthonio's Beard,
 I would not shaue't to day
    Lep. 'Tis not a time for priuate stomacking
    Eno. Euery time serues for the matter that is then
 borne in't
    Lep. But small to greater matters must giue way
    Eno. Not if the small come first
    Lep. Your speech is passion: but pray you stirre
 No Embers vp. Heere comes the Noble Anthony.
 Enter Anthony and Ventidius.
   Eno. And yonder Caesar.
 Enter Caesar, Mecenas, and Agrippa.
   Ant. If we compose well heere, to Parthia:
 Hearke Ventidius
    Caesar. I do not know Mecenas, aske Agrippa
    Lep. Noble Friends:
 That which combin'd vs was most great, and let not
 A leaner action rend vs. What's amisse,
 May it be gently heard. When we debate
 Our triuiall difference loud, we do commit
 Murther in healing wounds. Then Noble Partners,
 The rather for I earnestly beseech,
 Touch you the sowrest points with sweetest tearmes,
 Nor curstnesse grow to'th' matter
    Ant. 'Tis spoken well:
 Were we before our Armies, and to fight,
 I should do thus.
   Caes Welcome to Rome
    Ant. Thanke you
    Caes Sit
    Ant. Sit sir
    Caes Nay then
    Ant. I learne, you take things ill, which are not so:
 Or being, concerne you not
    Caes I must be laught at, if or for nothing, or a little, I
 Should say my selfe offended, and with you
 Chiefely i'th' world. More laught at, that I should
 Once name you derogately: when to sound your name
 It not concern'd me
    Ant. My being in Egypt Caesar, what was't to you?
   Caes No more then my reciding heere at Rome
 Might be to you in Egypt: yet if you there
 Did practise on my State, your being in Egypt
 Might be my question
    Ant. How intend you, practis'd?
   Caes You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent,
 By what did heere befall me. Your Wife and Brother
 Made warres vpon me, and their contestation
 Was Theame for you, you were the word of warre
    Ant. You do mistake your busines, my Brother neuer
 Did vrge me in his Act: I did inquire it.
 And haue my Learning from some true reports
 That drew their swords with you, did he not rather
 Discredit my authority with yours,
 And make the warres alike against my stomacke,
 Hauing alike your cause. Of this, my Letters
 Before did satisfie you. If you'l patch a quarrell,
 As matter whole you haue to make it with,
 It must not be with this
    Caes You praise your selfe, by laying defects of iudgement
 to me: but you patcht vp your excuses
    Anth. Not so, not so:
 I know you could not lacke, I am certaine on't,
 Very necessity of this thought, that I
 Your Partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought,
 Could not with gracefull eyes attend those Warres
 Which fronted mine owne peace. As for my wife,
 I would you had her spirit, in such another,
 The third oth' world is yours, which with a Snaffle,
 You may pace easie, but not such a wife
    Enobar. Would we had all such wiues, that the men
 might go to Warres with the women
    Anth. So much vncurbable, her Garboiles (Caesar)
 Made out of her impatience: which not wanted
 Shrodenesse of policie to: I greeuing grant,
 Did you too much disquiet, for that you must,
 But say I could not helpe it
    Caesar. I wrote to you, when rioting in Alexandria you
 Did pocket vp my Letters: and with taunts
 Did gibe my Misiue out of audience
    Ant. Sir, he fell vpon me, ere admitted, then:
 Three Kings I had newly feasted, and did want
 Of what I was i'th' morning: but next day
 I told him of my selfe, which was as much
 As to haue askt him pardon. Let this Fellow
 Be nothing of our strife: if we contend
 Out of our question wipe him
    Caesar. You haue broken the Article of your oath,
 which you shall neuer haue tongue to charge me with
    Lep. Soft Caesar
    Ant. No Lepidus, let him speake,
 The Honour is Sacred which he talks on now,
 Supposing that I lackt it: but on Caesar,
 The Article of my oath
    Caesar. To lend me Armes, and aide when I requir'd
 them, the which you both denied
    Anth. Neglected rather:
 And then when poysoned houres had bound me vp
 From mine owne knowledge, as neerely as I may,
 Ile play the penitent to you. But mine honesty,
 Shall not make poore my greatnesse, nor my power
 Worke without it. Truth is, that Fuluia,
 To haue me out of Egypt, made Warres heere,
 For which my selfe, the ignorant motiue, do
 So farre aske pardon, as befits mine Honour
 To stoope in such a case
    Lep. 'Tis Noble spoken
    Mece. If it might please you, to enforce no further
 The griefes betweene ye: to forget them quite,
 Were to remember: that the present neede,
 Speakes to attone you
    Lep. Worthily spoken Mecenas
    Enobar. Or if you borrow one anothers Loue for the
 instant, you may when you heare no more words of
 Pompey returne it againe: you shall haue time to wrangle
 in, when you haue nothing else to do
    Anth. Thou art a Souldier, onely speake no more
    Enob. That trueth should be silent, I had almost forgot
    Anth. You wrong this presence, therefore speake no
    Enob. Go too then: your Considerate stone
    Caesar. I do not much dislike the matter, but
 The manner of his speech: for't cannot be,
 We shall remaine in friendship, our conditions
 So diffring in their acts. Yet if I knew,
 What Hoope should hold vs staunch from edge to edge
 Ath' world: I would persue it
    Agri. Giue me leaue Caesar
    Caesar. Speake Agrippa
    Agri. Thou hast a Sister by the Mothers side, admir'd
 Octauia: Great Mark Anthony is now a widdower
    Caesar. Say not, say Agrippa; if Cleopater heard you, your
 proofe were well deserued of rashnesse
    Anth. I am not marryed Caesar: let me heere Agrippa
 further speake
    Agri. To hold you in perpetuall amitie,
 To make you Brothers, and to knit your hearts
 With an vn-slipping knot, take Anthony,
 Octauia to his wife: whose beauty claimes
 No worse a husband then the best of men: whose
 Vertue, and whose generall graces, speake
 That which none else can vtter. By this marriage,
 All little Ielousies which now seeme great,
 And all great feares, which now import their dangers,
 Would then be nothing. Truth's would be tales,
 Where now halfe tales be truth's: her loue to both,
 Would each to other, and all loues to both
 Draw after her. Pardon what I haue spoke,
 For 'tis a studied not a present thought,
 By duty ruminated
    Anth. Will Caesar speake?
   Caesar. Not till he heares how Anthony is toucht,
 With what is spoke already
    Anth. What power is in Agrippa,
 If I would say Agrippa, be it so,
 To make this good?
   Caesar. The power of Caesar,
 And his power, vnto Octauia
    Anth. May I neuer
 (To this good purpose, that so fairely shewes)
 Dreame of impediment: let me haue thy hand
 Further this act of Grace: and from this houre,
 The heart of Brothers gouerne in our Loues,
 And sway our great Designes
    Caesar. There's my hand:
 A Sister I bequeath you, whom no Brother
 Did euer loue so deerely. Let her liue
 To ioyne our kingdomes, and our hearts, and neuer
 Flie off our Loues againe
    Lepi. Happily, Amen
    Ant. I did not think to draw my Sword 'gainst Pompey,
 For he hath laid strange courtesies, and great
 Of late vpon me. I must thanke him onely,
 Least my remembrance, suffer ill report:
 At heele of that, defie him
    Lepi. Time cals vpon's,
 Of vs must Pompey presently be sought,
 Or else he seekes out vs
    Anth. Where lies he?
   Caesar. About the Mount-Mesena
    Anth. What is his strength by land?
   Caesar. Great, and encreasing:
 But by Sea he is an absolute Master
    Anth. So is the Fame.
 Would we had spoke together. Hast we for it,
 Yet ere we put our selues in Armes, dispatch we
 The businesse we haue talkt of
    Caesar. With most gladnesse,
 And do inuite you to my Sisters view,
 Whether straight Ile lead you
    Anth. Let vs Lepidus not lacke your companie
    Lep. Noble Anthony, not sickenesse should detaine
 Flourish. Exit omnes. Manet Enobarbus, Agrippa, Mecenas.
   Mec. Welcome from aegypt Sir
    Eno. Halfe the heart of Caesar, worthy Mecenas. My
 honourable Friend Agrippa
    Agri. Good Enobarbus
    Mece. We haue cause to be glad, that matters are so
 well disgested: you staid well by't in Egypt
    Enob. I Sir, we did sleepe day out of countenaunce:
 and made the night light with drinking
    Mece. Eight Wilde-Boares rosted whole at a breakfast:
 and but twelue persons there. Is this true?
   Eno. This was but as a Flye by an Eagle: we had much
 more monstrous matter of Feast, which worthily deserued
    Mecenas. She's a most triumphant Lady, if report be
 square to her
    Enob. When she first met Marke Anthony, she purst
 vp his heart vpon the Riuer of Sidnis
    Agri. There she appear'd indeed: or my reporter deuis'd
 well for her
    Eno. I will tell you,
 The Barge she sat in, like a burnisht Throne
 Burnt on the water: the Poope was beaten Gold,
 Purple the Sailes: and so perfumed that
 The Windes were Loue-sicke.
 With them the Owers were Siluer,
 Which to the tune of Flutes kept stroke, and made
 The water which they beate, to follow faster;
 As amorous of their strokes. For her owne person,
 It beggerd all discription, she did lye
 In her Pauillion, cloth of Gold, of Tissue,
 O're-picturing that Venus, where we see
 The fancie out-worke Nature. On each side her,
 Stood pretty Dimpled Boyes, like smiling Cupids,
 With diuers coulour'd Fannes whose winde did seeme,
 To gloue the delicate cheekes which they did coole,
 And what they vndid did
    Agrip. Oh rare for Anthony
    Eno. Her Gentlewoman, like the Nereides,
 So many Mer-maides tended her i'th' eyes,
 And made their bends adornings. At the Helme,
 A seeming Mer-maide steeres: The Silken Tackle,
 Swell with the touches of those Flower-soft hands,
 That yarely frame the office. From the Barge
 A strange inuisible perfume hits the sense
 Of the adiacent Wharfes. The Citty cast
 Her people out vpon her: and Anthony
 Enthron'd i'th' Market-place, did sit alone,
 Whisling to'th' ayre: which but for vacancie,
 Had gone to gaze on Cleopater too,
 And made a gap in Nature
    Agri. Rare Egiptian
    Eno. Vpon her landing, Anthony sent to her,
 Inuited her to Supper: she replyed,
 It should be better, he became her guest:
 Which she entreated, our Courteous Anthony,
 Whom nere the word of no woman hard speake,
 Being barber'd ten times o're, goes to the Feast;
 And for his ordinary, paies his heart,
 For what his eyes eate onely
    Agri. Royall Wench:
 She made great Caesar lay his Sword to bed,
 He ploughed her, and she cropt
    Eno. I saw her once
 Hop forty Paces through the publicke streete,
 And hauing lost her breath, she spoke, and panted,
 That she did make defect, perfection,
 And breathlesse powre breath forth
    Mece. Now Anthony, must leaue her vtterly
    Eno. Neuer he will not:
 Age cannot wither her, nor custome stale
 Her infinite variety: other women cloy
 The appetites they feede, but she makes hungry,
 Where most she satisfies. For vildest things
 Become themselues in her, that the holy Priests
 Blesse her, when she is Riggish
    Mece. If Beauty, Wisedome, Modesty, can settle
 The heart of Anthony: Octauia is
 A blessed Lottery to him
    Agrip. Let vs go. Good Enobarbus, make your selfe
 my guest, whilst you abide heere
    Eno. Humbly Sir I thanke you.
 Enter Anthony, Caesar, Octauia betweene them.
   Anth. The world, and my great office, will
 Sometimes deuide me from your bosome
    Octa. All which time, before the Gods my knee shall
 bowe my prayers to them for you
    Anth. Goodnight Sir. My Octauia
 Read not my blemishes in the worlds report:
 I haue not kept my square, but that to come
 Shall all be done byth' Rule: good night deere Lady:
 Good night Sir
    Caesar. Goodnight.
 Enter Soothsaier.
   Anth. Now sirrah: you do wish your selfe in Egypt?
   Sooth. Would I had neuer come from thence, nor you
    Ant. If you can, your reason?
   Sooth. I see it in my motion: haue it not in my tongue,
 But yet hie you to Egypt againe
    Antho. Say to me, whose Fortunes shall rise higher
 Caesars or mine?
   Sooth. Caesars. Therefore (oh Anthony) stay not by his side
 Thy Daemon that thy spirit which keepes thee, is
 Noble, Couragious, high vnmatchable,
 Where Caesars is not. But neere him, thy Angell
 Becomes a feare: as being o're-powr'd, therefore
 Make space enough betweene you
    Anth. Speake this no more
    Sooth. To none but thee no more but: when to thee,
 If thou dost play with him at any game,
 Thou art sure to loose: And of that Naturall lucke,
 He beats thee 'gainst the oddes. Thy Luster thickens,
 When he shines by: I say againe, thy spirit
 Is all affraid to gouerne thee neere him:
 But he alway 'tis Noble
    Anth. Get thee gone:
 Say to Ventigius I would speake with him.
 He shall to Parthia, be it Art or hap,
 He hath spoken true. The very Dice obey him,
 And in our sports my better cunning faints,
 Vnder his chance, if we draw lots he speeds,
 His Cocks do winne the Battaile, still of mine,
 When it is all to naught: and his Quailes euer
 Beate mine (in hoopt) at odd's. I will to Egypte:
 And though I make this marriage for my peace,
 I'th' East my pleasure lies. Oh come Ventigius.
 Enter Ventigius.
 You must to Parthia, your Commissions ready:
 Follow me, and reciue't.
 Enter Lepidus, Mecenas and Agrippa.
   Lepidus. Trouble your selues no further: pray you
 hasten your Generals after
    Agr. Sir, Marke Anthony, will e'ne but kisse Octauia,
 and weele follow
    Lepi. Till I shall see you in your Souldiers dresse,
 Which will become you both: Farewell
    Mece. We shall: as I conceiue the iourney, be at
 Mount before you Lepidus
    Lepi. Your way is shorter, my purposes do draw me
 much about, you'le win two dayes vpon me
    Both. Sir good successe
    Lepi. Farewell.
 Enter Cleopater, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
   Cleo. Giue me some Musicke: Musicke, moody foode
 of vs that trade in Loue
    Omnes. The Musicke, hoa.
 Enter Mardian the Eunuch.
   Cleo. Let it alone, let's to Billiards: come Charmian
    Char. My arme is sore, best play with Mardian
    Cleopa. As well a woman with an Eunuch plaide, as
 with a woman. Come you'le play with me Sir?
   Mardi. As well as I can Madam
    Cleo. And when good will is shewed,
 Though't come to short
 The Actor may pleade pardon. Ile none now,
 Giue me mine Angle, weele to'th' Riuer there
 My Musicke playing farre off. I will betray
 Tawny fine fishes, my bended hooke shall pierce
 Their slimy iawes: and as I draw them vp,
 Ile thinke them euery one an Anthony,
 And say, ah ha; y'are caught
    Char. 'Twas merry when you wager'd on your Angling,
 when your diuer did hang a salt fish on his hooke
 which he with feruencie drew vp
    Cleo. That time? Oh times:
 I laught him out of patience: and that night
 I laught him into patience, and next morne,
 Ere the ninth houre, I drunke him to his bed:
 Then put my Tires and Mantles on him, whilst
 I wore his Sword Phillippan. Oh from Italie,
 Enter a Messenger.
 Ramme thou thy fruitefull tidings in mine eares,
 That long time haue bin barren
    Mes. Madam, Madam
    Cleo. Anthonyo's dead.
 If thou say so Villaine, thou kil'st thy Mistris:
 But well and free, if thou so yeild him.
 There is Gold, and heere
 My blewest vaines to kisse: a hand that Kings
 Haue lipt, and trembled kissing
    Mes. First Madam, he is well
    Cleo. Why there's more Gold.
 But sirrah marke, we vse
 To say, the dead are well: bring it to that,
 The Gold I giue thee, will I melt and powr
 Downe thy ill vttering throate
    Mes. Good Madam heare me
    Cleo. Well, go too I will:
 But there's no goodnesse in thy face if Anthony
 Be free and healthfull; so tart a fauour
 To trumpet such good tidings. If not well,
 Thou shouldst come like a Furie crown'd with Snakes,
 Not like a formall man
    Mes. Wilt please you heare me?
   Cleo. I haue a mind to strike thee ere thou speak'st:
 Yet if thou say Anthony liues, 'tis well,
 Or friends with Caesar, or not Captiue to him,
 Ile set thee in a shower of Gold, and haile
 Rich Pearles vpon thee
    Mes. Madam, he's well
    Cleo. Well said
    Mes. And Friends with Caesar
    Cleo. Th'art an honest man
    Mes. Caesar, and he, are greater Friends then euer
    Cleo. Make thee a Fortune from me
    Mes. But yet Madam
    Cleo. I do not like but yet, it does alay
 The good precedence, fie vpon but yet,
 But yet is as a Iaylor to bring foorth
 Some monstrous Malefactor. Prythee Friend,
 Powre out the packe of matter to mine eare,
 The good and bad together: he's friends with Caesar,
 In state of health thou saist, and thou saist, free
    Mes. Free Madam, no: I made no such report,
 He's bound vnto Octauia
    Cleo. For what good turne?
   Mes. For the best turne i'th' bed
    Cleo. I am pale Charmian
    Mes. Madam, he's married to Octauia
    Cleo. The most infectious Pestilence vpon thee.
 Strikes him downe.
   Mes. Good Madam patience
    Cleo. What say you?
 Strikes him.
 Hence horrible Villaine, or Ile spurne thine eyes
 Like balls before me: Ile vnhaire thy head,
 She hales him vp and downe.
 Thou shalt be whipt with Wyer, and stew'd in brine,
 Smarting in lingring pickle
    Mes. Gratious Madam,
 I that do bring the newes, made not the match
    Cleo. Say 'tis not so, a Prouince I will giue thee,
 And make thy Fortunes proud: the blow thou had'st
 Shall make thy peace, for mouing me to rage,
 And I will boot thee with what guift beside
 Thy modestie can begge
    Mes. He's married Madam
    Cleo. Rogue, thou hast liu'd too long.
 Draw a knife.
   Mes. Nay then Ile runne:
 What meane you Madam, I haue made no fault.
   Char. Good Madam keepe your selfe within your selfe,
 The man is innocent
    Cleo. Some Innocents scape not the thunderbolt:
 Melt Egypt into Nyle: and kindly creatures
 Turne all to Serpents. Call the slaue againe,
 Though I am mad, I will not byte him: Call?
   Char. He is afeard to come
    Cleo. I will not hurt him,
 These hands do lacke Nobility, that they strike
 A meaner then my selfe: since I my selfe
 Haue giuen my selfe the cause. Come hither Sir.
 Enter the Messenger againe.
 Though it be honest, it is neuer good
 To bring bad newes: giue to a gratious Message
 An host of tongues, but let ill tydings tell
 Themselues, when they be felt
    Mes. I haue done my duty
    Cleo. Is he married?
 I cannot hate thee worser then I do,
 If thou againe say yes
    Mes. He's married Madam
    Cleo. The Gods confound thee,
 Dost thou hold there still?
   Mes. Should I lye Madame?
   Cleo. Oh, I would thou didst:
 So halfe my Egypt were submerg'd and made
 A Cesterne for scal'd Snakes. Go get thee hence,
 Had'st thou Narcissus in thy face to me,
 Thou would'st appeere most vgly: He is married?
   Mes. I craue your Highnesse pardon
    Cleo. He is married?
   Mes. Take no offence, that I would not offend you,
 To punnish me for what you make me do
 Seemes much vnequall, he's married to Octauia
    Cleo. Oh that his fault should make a knaue of thee,
 That art not what th'art sure of. Get thee hence,
 The Marchandize which thou hast brought from Rome
 Are all too deere for me:
 Lye they vpon thy hand, and be vndone by em
    Char. Good your Highnesse patience
    Cleo. In praysing Anthony, I haue disprais'd Caesar
    Char. Many times Madam
    Cleo. I am paid for't now: lead me from hence,
 I faint, oh Iras, Charmian: 'tis no matter.
 Go to the Fellow, good Alexas bid him
 Report the feature of Octauia: her yeares,
 Her inclination, let him not leaue out
 The colour of her haire. Bring me word quickly,
 Let him for euer go, let him not Charmian,
 Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
 The other wayes a Mars. Bid you Alexas
 Bring me word, how tall she is: pitty me Charmian,
 But do not speake to me. Lead me to my Chamber.
 Flourish. Enter Pompey, at one doore with Drum and Trumpet: at
 Caesar, Lepidus, Anthony, Enobarbus, Mecenas, Agrippa, Menas
 with Souldiers
   Pom. Your Hostages I haue, so haue you mine:
 And we shall talke before we fight
    Caesar. Most meete that first we come to words,
 And therefore haue we
 Our written purposes before vs sent,
 Which if thou hast considered, let vs know,
 If 'twill tye vp thy discontented Sword,
 And carry backe to Cicelie much tall youth,
 That else must perish heere
    Pom. To you all three,
 The Senators alone of this great world,
 Chiefe Factors for the Gods. I do not know,
 Wherefore my Father should reuengers want,
 Hauing a Sonne and Friends, since Iulius Caesar,
 Who at Phillippi the good Brutus ghosted,
 There saw you labouring for him. What was't
 That mou'd pale Cassius to conspire? And what
 Made all-honor'd, honest, Romaine Brutus,
 With the arm'd rest, Courtiers of beautious freedome,
 To drench the Capitoll, but that they would
 Haue one man but a man, and that his it
 Hath made me rigge my Nauie. At whose burthen,
 The anger'd Ocean fomes, with which I meant
 To scourge th' ingratitude, that despightfull Rome
 Cast on my Noble Father
    Caesar. Take your time
    Ant. Thou can'st not feare vs Pompey with thy sailes.
 Weele speake with thee at Sea. At land thou know'st
 How much we do o're-count thee
    Pom. At Land indeed
 Thou dost orecount me of my Fathers house:
 But since the Cuckoo buildes not for himselfe,
 Remaine in't as thou maist
    Lepi. Be pleas'd to tell vs,
 (For this is from the present how you take)
 The offers we haue sent you
    Caesar. There's the point
    Ant. Which do not be entreated too,
 But waigh what it is worth imbrac'd
   Caesar. And what may follow to try a larger Fortune
    Pom. You haue made me offer
 Of Cicelie, Sardinia: and I must
 Rid all the Sea of Pirats. Then, to send
 Measures of Wheate to Rome: this greed vpon,
 To part with vnhackt edges, and beare backe
 Our Targes vndinted
    Omnes. That's our offer
    Pom. Know then I came before you heere,
 A man prepar'd
 To take this offer. But Marke Anthony,
 Put me to some impatience: though I loose
 The praise of it by telling. You must know
 When Caesar and your Brother were at blowes,
 Your Mother came to Cicelie, and did finde
 Her welcome Friendly
    Ant. I haue heard it Pompey,
 And am well studied for a liberall thanks,
 Which I do owe you
    Pom. Let me haue your hand:
 I did not thinke Sir, to haue met you heere,
   Ant. The beds i'th' East are soft, and thanks to you,
 That cal'd me timelier then my purpose hither:
 For I haue gained by't
    Caesar. Since I saw you last, ther's a change vpon you
    Pom. Well, I know not,
 What counts harsh Fortune cast's vpon my face,
 But in my bosome shall she neuer come,
 To make my heart her vassaile
    Lep. Well met heere
    Pom. I hope so Lepidus, thus we are agreed:
 I craue our composion may be written
 And seal'd betweene vs,
   Caesar. That's the next to do
    Pom. Weele feast each other, ere we part, and lett's
 Draw lots who shall begin
    Ant. That will I Pompey
    Pompey. No Anthony take the lot: but first or last,
 your fine Egyptian cookerie shall haue the fame, I haue
 heard that Iulius Caesar, grew fat with feasting there
    Anth. You haue heard much
    Pom. I haue faire meaning Sir
    Ant. And faire words to them
    Pom. Then so much haue I heard,
 And I haue heard Appolodorus carried-
   Eno. No more that: he did so
    Pom. What I pray you?
   Eno. A certaine Queene to Caesar in a Matris
    Pom. I know thee now, how far'st thou Souldier?
   Eno. Well, and well am like to do, for I perceiue
 Foure Feasts are toward
    Pom. Let me shake thy hand,
 I neuer hated thee: I haue seene thee fight,
 When I haue enuied thy behauiour
    Enob. Sir, I neuer lou'd you much, but I ha' prais'd ye,
 When you haue well deseru'd ten times as much,
 As I haue said you did
    Pom. Inioy thy plainnesse,
 It nothing ill becomes thee:
 Aboord my Gally, I inuite you all.
 Will you leade Lords?
   All. Shew's the way, sir
    Pom. Come.
 Exeunt. Manet Enob. & Menas]
   Men. Thy Father Pompey would ne're haue made this
 Treaty. You, and I haue knowne sir
    Enob. At Sea, I thinke
    Men. We haue Sir
    Enob. You haue done well by water
    Men. And you by Land
    Enob. I will praise any man that will praise me, thogh
 it cannot be denied what I haue done by Land
    Men. Nor what I haue done by water
    Enob. Yes some-thing you can deny for your owne
 safety: you haue bin a great Theefe by Sea
    Men. And you by Land
    Enob. There I deny my Land seruice: but giue mee
 your hand Menas, if our eyes had authority, heere they
 might take two Theeues kissing
    Men. All mens faces are true, whatsomere their hands
    Enob. But there is neuer a fayre Woman, ha's a true
    Men. No slander, they steale hearts
    Enob. We came hither to fight with you
    Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turn'd to a Drinking.
 Pompey doth this day laugh away his Fortune
    Enob. If he do, sure he cannot weep't backe againe
    Men. Y'haue said Sir, we look'd not for Marke Anthony
 heere, pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?
   Enob. Caesars Sister is call'd Octauia
    Men. True Sir, she was the wife of Caius Marcellus
    Enob. But she is now the wife of Marcus Anthonius
    Men. Pray'ye sir
    Enob. 'Tis true
    Men. Then is Caesar and he, for euer knit together
    Enob. If I were bound to Diuine of this vnity, I wold
 not Prophesie so
    Men. I thinke the policy of that purpose, made more
 in the Marriage, then the loue of the parties
    Enob. I thinke so too. But you shall finde the band
 that seemes to tye their friendship together, will bee the
 very strangler of their Amity: Octauia is of a holy, cold,
 and still conuersation
    Men. Who would not haue his wife so?
   Eno. Not he that himselfe is not so: which is Marke
 Anthony: he will to his Egyptian dish againe: then shall
 the sighes of Octauia blow the fire vp in Caesar, and (as I
 said before) that which is the strength of their Amity,
 shall proue the immediate Author of their variance. Anthony
 will vse his affection where it is. Hee married but
 his occasion heere
    Men. And thus it may be. Come Sir, will you aboord?
 I haue a health for you
    Enob. I shall take it sir: we haue vs'd our Throats in
    Men. Come, let's away.
 Musicke playes. Enter two or three Seruants with a Banket.
   1 Heere they'l be man: some o' their Plants are ill
 rooted already, the least winde i'th' world wil blow them
    2 Lepidus is high Coulord
    1 They haue made him drinke Almes drinke
    2 As they pinch one another by the disposition, hee
 cries out, no more; reconciles them to his entreatie, and
 himselfe to'th' drinke
    1 But it raises the greater warre betweene him & his
    2 Why this it is to haue a name in great mens Fellowship:
 I had as liue haue a Reede that will doe me no
 seruice, as a Partizan I could not heaue
    1 To be call'd into a huge Sphere, and not to be seene
 to moue in't, are the holes where eyes should bee, which
 pittifully disaster the cheekes.
 A Sennet sounded. Enter Caesar, Anthony, Pompey, Lepidus,
 Mecenas, Enobarbus, Menes, with other Captaines.
   Ant. Thus do they Sir: they take the flow o'th' Nyle
 By certaine scales i'th' Pyramid: they know
 By'th' height, the lownesse, or the meane: If dearth
 Or Foizon follow. The higher Nilus swels,
 The more it promises: as it ebbes, the Seedsman
 Vpon the slime and Ooze scatters his graine,
 And shortly comes to Haruest
    Lep. Y'haue strange Serpents there?
   Anth. I Lepidus
    Lep. Your Serpent of Egypt, is bred now of your mud
 by the operation of your Sun: so is your Crocodile
    Ant. They are so
    Pom. Sit, and some Wine: A health to Lepidus
    Lep. I am not so well as I should be:
 But Ile ne're out
    Enob. Not till you haue slept: I feare me you'l bee in
 till then
    Lep. Nay certainly, I haue heard the Ptolomies Pyramisis
 are very goodly things: without contradiction I
 haue heard that
    Menas. Pompey, a word
    Pomp. Say in mine eare, what is't
    Men. Forsake thy seate I do beseech thee Captaine,
 And heare me speake a word
    Pom. Forbeare me till anon.
 Whispers in's Eare.
 This Wine for Lepidus
    Lep. What manner o' thing is your Crocodile?
   Ant. It is shap'd sir like it selfe, and it is as broad as it
 hath bredth; It is iust so high as it is, and mooues with it
 owne organs. It liues by that which nourisheth it, and
 the Elements once out of it, it Transmigrates
    Lep. What colour is it of?
   Ant. Of it owne colour too
    Lep. 'Tis a strange Serpent
    Ant. 'Tis so, and the teares of it are wet
    Caes Will this description satisfie him?
   Ant. With the Health that Pompey giues him, else he
 is a very Epicure
    Pomp. Go hang sir, hang: tell me of that? Away:
 Do as I bid you. Where's this Cup I call'd for?
   Men. If for the sake of Merit thou wilt heare mee,
 Rise from thy stoole
    Pom. I thinke th'art mad: the matter?
   Men. I haue euer held my cap off to thy Fortunes
    Pom. Thou hast seru'd me with much faith: what's
 else to say? Be iolly Lords
    Anth. These Quicke-sands Lepidus,
 Keepe off, them for you sinke
    Men. Wilt thou be Lord of all the world?
   Pom. What saist thou?
   Men. Wilt thou be Lord of the whole world?
 That's twice
    Pom. How should that be?
   Men. But entertaine it, and though thou thinke me
 poore, I am the man will giue thee all the world
    Pom. Hast thou drunke well
    Men. No Pompey, I haue kept me from the cup,
 Thou art if thou dar'st be, the earthly Ioue:
 What ere the Ocean pales, or skie inclippes,
 Is thine, if thou wilt ha't
    Pom. Shew me which way?
   Men. These three World-sharers, these Competitors
 Are in thy vessell. Let me cut the Cable,
 And when we are put off, fall to their throates:
 All there is thine
    Pom. Ah, this thou shouldst haue done,
 And not haue spoke on't. In me 'tis villanie,
 In thee, 't had bin good seruice: thou must know,
 'Tis not my profit that does lead mine Honour:
 Mine Honour it, Repent that ere thy tongue,
 Hath so betraide thine acte. Being done vnknowne,
 I should haue found it afterwards well done,
 But must condemne it now: desist, and drinke
    Men. For this, Ile neuer follow
 Thy paul'd Fortunes more,
 Who seekes and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd,
 Shall neuer finde it more
    Pom. This health to Lepidus
    Ant. Beare him ashore,
 Ile pledge it for him Pompey
    Eno. Heere's to thee Menas
    Men. Enobarbus, welcome
    Pom. Fill till the cup be hid
    Eno. There's a strong Fellow Menas
    Men. Why?
   Eno. A beares the third part of the world man: seest
   Men. The third part, then he is drunk: would it were
 all, that it might go on wheeles
    Eno. Drinke thou: encrease the Reeles
    Men. Come
    Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian Feast
    Ant. It ripen's, towards it: strike the Vessells hoa.
 Heere's to Caesar
    Caesar. I could well forbear't, it's monstrous labour
 when I wash my braine, and it grow fouler
    Ant. Be a Child o'th' time
    Caesar. Possesse it, Ile make answer: but I had rather
 fast from all, foure dayes, then drinke so much in one
    Enob. Ha my braue Emperour, shall we daunce now
 the Egyptian Backenals, and celebrate our drinke?
   Pom. Let's ha't good Souldier
    Ant. Come, let's all take hands,
 Till that the conquering Wine hath steep't our sense,
 In soft and delicate Lethe
    Eno. All take hands:
 Make battery to our eares with the loud Musicke,
 The while, Ile place you, then the Boy shall sing.
 The holding euery man shall beate as loud,
 As his strong sides can volly.
 Musicke Playes. Enobarbus places them hand in hand.
 The Song.
 Come thou Monarch of the Vine,
 Plumpie Bacchus, with pinke eyne:
 In thy Fattes our Cares be drown'd,
 With thy Grapes our haires be Crown'd.
 Cup vs till the world go round,
 Cup vs till the world go round
    Caesar. What would you more?
 Pompey goodnight. Good Brother
 Let me request you of our grauer businesse
 Frownes at this leuitie. Gentle Lords let's part,
 You see we haue burnt our cheekes. Strong Enobarbe
 Is weaker then the Wine, and mine owne tongue
 Spleet's what it speakes: the wilde disguise hath almost
 Antickt vs all. What needs more words? goodnight.
 Good Anthony your hand
    Pom. Ile try you on the shore
    Anth. And shall Sir, giues your hand
    Pom. Oh Anthony, you haue my Father house.
 But what, we are Friends?
 Come downe into the Boate
    Eno. Take heed you fall not Menas: Ile not on shore,
 No to my Cabin: these Drummes,
 These Trumpets, Flutes: what
 Let Neptune heare, we bid aloud farewell
 To these great Fellowes. Sound and be hang'd, sound out.
 Sound a Flourish with Drummes.
   Enor. Hoo saies a there's my Cap
    Men. Hoa, Noble Captaine, come.
 Enter Ventidius as it were in triumph, the dead body of Pacorus
 before him.
   Ven. Now darting Parthya art thou stroke, and now
 Pleas'd Fortune does of Marcus Crassus death
 Make me reuenger. Beare the Kings Sonnes body,
 Before our Army, thy Pacorus Orades,
 Paies this for Marcus Crassus
    Romaine. Noble Ventidius,
 Whil'st yet with Parthian blood thy Sword is warme,
 The Fugitiue Parthians follow. Spurre through Media,
 Mesapotamia, and the shelters, whether
 The routed flie. So thy grand Captaine Anthony
 Shall set thee on triumphant Chariots, and
 Put Garlands on thy head
    Ven. Oh Sillius, Sillius,
 I haue done enough. A lower place note well
 May make too great an act. For learne this Sillius,
 Better to leaue vndone, then by our deed
 Acquire too high a Fame, when him we serues away.
 Caesar and Anthony, haue euer wonne
 More in their officer, then person. Sossius
 One of my place in Syria, his Lieutenant,
 For quicke accumulation of renowne,
 Which he atchiu'd by'th' minute, lost his fauour.
 Who does i'th' Warres more then his Captaine can,
 Becomes his Captaines Captaine: and Ambition
 (The Souldiers vertue) rather makes choise of losse
 Then gaine, which darkens him.
 I could do more to do Anthonius good,
 But 'twould offend him. And in his offence,
 Should my performance perish
    Rom. Thou hast Ventidius that, without the which a
 Souldier and his Sword graunts scarce distinction: thou
 wilt write to Anthony
    Ven. Ile humbly signifie what in his name,
 That magicall word of Warre we haue effected,
 How with his Banners, and his well paid ranks,
 The nere-yet beaten Horse of Parthia,
 We haue iaded out o'th' Field
    Rom. Where is he now?
   Ven. He purposeth to Athens, whither with what hast
 The waight we must conuay with's, will permit:
 We shall appeare before him. On there, passe along.
 Enter Agrippa at one doore, Enobarbus at another.
   Agri. What are the Brothers parted?
   Eno. They haue dispatcht with Pompey, he is gone,
 The other three are Sealing. Octauia weepes
 To part from Rome: Caesar is sad, and Lepidus
 Since Pompey's feast, as Menas saies, is troubled
 With the Greene-Sicknesse
    Agri. 'Tis a Noble Lepidus
    Eno. A very fine one: oh, how he loues Caesar
    Agri. Nay but how deerely he adores Mark Anthony
    Eno. Caesar? why he's the Iupiter of men
    Ant. What's Anthony, the God of Iupiter?
   Eno. Spake you of Caesar? How, the non-pareill?
   Agri. Oh Anthony, oh thou Arabian Bird!
   Eno. Would you praise Caesar, say Caesar go no further
    Agr. Indeed he plied them both with excellent praises
    Eno. But he loues Caesar best, yet he loues Anthony:
 Hoo, Hearts, Tongues, Figure,
 Scribes, Bards, Poets, cannot
 Thinke speake, cast, write, sing, number: hoo,
 His loue to Anthony. But as for Caesar,
 Kneele downe, kneele downe, and wonder
    Agri. Both he loues
    Eno. They are his Shards, and he their Beetle, so:
 This is to horse: Adieu, Noble Agrippa
    Agri. Good Fortune worthy Souldier, and farewell.
 Enter Caesar, Anthony, Lepidus, and Octauia.
   Antho. No further Sir
    Caesar. You take from me a great part of my selfe:
 Vse me well in't. Sister, proue such a wife
 As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest Band
 Shall passe on thy approofe: most Noble Anthony,
 Let not the peece of Vertue which is set
 Betwixt vs, as the Cyment of our loue
 To keepe it builded, be the Ramme to batter
 The Fortresse of it: for better might we
 Haue lou'd without this meane, if on both parts
 This be not cherisht
    Ant. Make me not offended, in your distrust
    Caesar. I haue said
    Ant. You shall not finde,
 Though you be therein curious, the lest cause
 For what you seeme to feare, so the Gods keepe you,
 And make the hearts of Romaines serue your ends:
 We will heere part
    Caesar. Farewell my deerest Sister, fare thee well,
 The Elements be kind to thee, and make
 Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well
    Octa. My Noble Brother
    Anth. The Aprill's in her eyes, it is Loues spring,
 And these the showers to bring it on: be cheerfull
    Octa. Sir, looke well to my Husbands house: and-
   Caesar. What Octauia?
   Octa. Ile tell you in your eare
    Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
 Her heart informe her tongue.
 The Swannes downe feather
 That stands vpon the Swell at the full of Tide:
 And neither way inclines
    Eno. Will Caesar weepe?
   Agr. He ha's a cloud in's face
    Eno. He were the worse for that were he a Horse, so is
 he being a man
    Agri. Why Enobarbus:
 When Anthony found Iulius Caesar dead,
 He cried almost to roaring: And he wept,
 When at Phillippi he found Brutus slaine
    Eno. That year indeed, he was trobled with a rheume,
 What willingly he did confound, he wail'd,
 Beleeu't till I weepe too
    Caesar. No sweet Octauia,
 You shall heare from me still: the time shall not
 Out-go my thinking on you
    Ant. Come Sir, come,
 Ile wrastle with you in my strength of loue,
 Looke heere I haue you, thus I let you go,
 And giue you to the Gods
    Caesar. Adieu, be happy
    Lep. Let all the number of the Starres giue light
 To thy faire way
    Caesar. Farewell, farewell.
 Kisses Octauia.
   Ant. Farewell.
 Trumpets sound. Exeunt.
 Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
   Cleo. Where is the Fellow?
   Alex. Halfe afeard to come
    Cleo. Go too, go too: Come hither Sir.
 Enter the Messenger as before.
   Alex. Good Maiestie: Herod of Iury dare not looke
 vpon you, but when you are well pleas'd
    Cleo. That Herods head, Ile haue: but how? When
 Anthony is gone, through whom I might commaund it:
 Come thou neere
    Mes. Most gratious Maiestie
    Cleo. Did'st thou behold Octauia?
   Mes. I dread Queene
    Cleo. Where?
   Mes. Madam in Rome, I lookt her in the face: and
 saw her led betweene her Brother, and Marke Anthony
    Cleo. Is she as tall as me?
   Mes. She is not Madam
    Cleo. Didst heare her speake?
 Is she shrill tongu'd or low?
   Mes. Madam, I heard her speake, she is low voic'd
    Cleo. That's not so good: he cannot like her long
    Char. Like her? Oh Isis: 'tis impossible
    Cleo. I thinke so Charmian: dull of tongue, & dwarfish
 What Maiestie is in her gate, remember
 If ere thou look'st on Maiestie
    Mes. She creepes: her motion, & her station are as one.
 She shewes a body, rather then a life,
 A Statue, then a Breather
    Cleo. Is this certaine?
   Mes. Or I haue no obseruance
    Cha. Three in Egypt cannot make better note
    Cleo. He's very knowing, I do perceiu't,
 There's nothing in her yet.
 The Fellow ha's good iudgement
    Char. Excellent
    Cleo. Guesse at her yeares, I prythee
    Mess. Madam, she was a widdow
    Cleo. Widdow? Charmian, hearke
    Mes. And I do thinke she's thirtie
    Cle. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is't long or round?
   Mess. Round, euen to faultinesse
    Cleo. For the most part too, they are foolish that are
 so. Her haire what colour?
   Mess. Browne Madam: and her forehead
 As low as she would wish it
    Cleo. There's Gold for thee,
 Thou must not take my former sharpenesse ill,
 I will employ thee backe againe: I finde thee
 Most fit for businesse. Go, make thee ready,
 Our Letters are prepar'd
    Char. A proper man
    Cleo. Indeed he is so: I repent me much
 That so I harried him. Why me think's by him,
 This Creature's no such thing
    Char. Nothing Madam
    Cleo. The man hath seene some Maiesty, and should
    Char. Hath he seene Maiestie? Isis else defend: and
 seruing you so long
    Cleopa. I haue one thing more to aske him yet good
 Charmian: but 'tis no matter, thou shalt bring him to me
 where I will write; all may be well enough
    Char. I warrant you Madam.
 Enter Anthony and Octauia.
   Ant. Nay, nay Octauia, not onely that,
 That were excusable, that and thousands more
 Of semblable import, but he hath wag'd
 New Warres 'gainst Pompey. Made his will, and read it,
 To publicke eare, spoke scantly of me,
 When perforce he could not
 But pay me tearmes of Honour: cold and sickly
 He 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 betweene
 Praying 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 seeks
 Best to preserue it: if I loose mine Honour,
 I loose my selfe: better I were not yours
 Then your so branchlesse. But as you requested,
 Your selfe shall go between's, the meane time Lady,
 Ile raise the preparation of a Warre
 Shall 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,
 Your reconciler: Warres 'twixt you twaine would be,
 As if the world should cleaue, and that slaine men
 Should soalder vp the Rift
    Anth. When it appeeres to you where this begins,
 Turne your displeasure that way, for our faults
 Can neuer be so equall, that your loue
 Can equally moue with them. Prouide your going,
 Choose your owne company, and command what cost
 Your heart he's mind too.
 Enter Enobarbus, and Eros.
   Eno. How now Friend Eros?
   Eros. Ther's strange Newes come Sir
    Eno. What man?
   Ero. Caesar & Lepidus haue made warres vpon Pompey
    Eno. This is old, what is the successe?
   Eros. Caesar hauing made vse of him in the warres
 'gainst Pompey: presently denied him riuality, would not
 let him partake in the glory of the action, and not resting
 here, accuses him of Letters he had formerly wrote to
 Pompey. Vpon his owne appeale seizes him, so the poore
 third is vp, till death enlarge his Confine
    Eno. Then would thou hadst a paire of chaps no more,
 and throw betweene them all the food thou hast, they'le
 grinde the other. Where's Anthony?
   Eros. He's walking in the garden thus, and spurnes
 The rush that lies before him. Cries Foole Lepidus,
 And threats the throate of that his Officer,
 That murdred Pompey
    Eno. Our great Nauies rig'd
    Eros. For Italy and Caesar, more Domitius,
 My Lord desires you presently: my Newes
 I might haue told heareafter
    Eno. 'Twillbe naught, but let it be: bring me to Anthony
    Eros. Come Sir,
 Enter Agrippa, Mecenas, and Caesar.
   Caes Contemning Rome he ha's done all this, & more
 In Alexandria: heere's the manner of't:
 I'th' Market-place on a Tribunall siluer'd,
 Cleopatra and himselfe in Chaires of Gold
 Were publikely enthron'd: at the feet, sat
 Caesarion whom they call my Fathers Sonne,
 And all the vnlawfull issue, that their Lust
 Since then hath made betweene them. Vnto her,
 He gaue the stablishment of Egypt, made her
 Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia, absolute Queene
    Mece. This in the publike eye?
   Caesar. I'th' common shew place, where they exercise,
 His Sonnes hither proclaimed the King of Kings,
 Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia
 He gaue to Alexander. To Ptolomy he assign'd,
 Syria, Silicia, and Phoenetia: she
 In th' abiliments of the Goddesse Isis
 That day appeer'd, and oft before gaue audience,
 As 'tis reported so
    Mece. Let Rome be thus inform'd
    Agri. Who queazie with his insolence already,
 Will their good thoughts call from him
    Caesar. The people knowes it,
 And haue now receiu'd his accusations
    Agri. Who does he accuse?
   Caesar. Caesar, and that hauing in Cicilie
 Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him
 His part o'th' Isle. Then does he say, he lent me
 Some shipping vnrestor'd. Lastly, he frets
 That Lepidus of the Triumpherate, should be depos'd,
 And being that, we detaine all his Reuenue
    Agri. Sir, this should be answer'd
    Caesar. 'Tis done already, and the Messenger gone:
 I haue told him Lepidus was growne too cruell,
 That he his high Authority abus'd,
 And did deserue his change: for what I haue conquer'd,
 I grant him part: but then in his Armenia,
 And other of his conquer'd Kingdoms, I demand the like
   Mec. Hee'l neuer yeeld to that
    Caes Nor must not then be yeelded to in this.
 Enter Octauia with her Traine.
   Octa. Haile Caesar, and my L[ord]. haile most deere Caesar
    Caesar. That euer I should call thee Cast-away
    Octa. You haue not call'd me so, nor haue you cause
    Caes Why haue you stoln vpon vs thus? you come not
 Like Caesars Sister, The wife of Anthony
 Should haue an Army for an Vsher, and
 The neighes of Horse to tell of her approach,
 Long ere she did appeare. The trees by'th' way
 Should haue borne men, and expectation fainted,
 Longing for what it had not. Nay, the dust
 Should haue ascended to the Roofe of Heauen,
 Rais'd by your populous Troopes: But you are come
 A Market-maid to Rome, and haue preuented
 The ostentation of our loue; which left vnshewne,
 Is often left vnlou'd: we should haue met you
 By Sea, and Land, supplying euery Stage
 With an augmented greeting
    Octa. Good my Lord,
 To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did it
 On my free-will. My Lord Marke Anthony,
 Hearing that you prepar'd for Warre, acquainted
 My greeued eare withall: whereon I begg'd
 His pardon for returne
    Caes Which soone he granted,
 Being an abstract 'tweene his Lust, and him
    Octa. Do not say so, my Lord
    Caes I haue eyes vpon him,
 And his affaires come to me on the wind: wher is he now?
   Octa. My Lord, in Athens
    Caesar. No my most wronged Sister, Cleopatra
 Hath nodded him to her. He hath giuen his Empire
 Vp to a Whore, who now are leuying
 The Kings o'th' earth for Warre. He hath assembled,
 Bochus the King of Lybia, Archilaus
 Of Cappadocia, Philadelphos King
 Of Paphlagonia: the Thracian King Adullas,
 King Manchus of Arabia, King of Pont,
 Herod of Iewry, Mithridates King
 Of Comageat, Polemen and Amintas,
 The Kings of Mede, and Licoania,
 With a more larger List of Scepters
    Octa. Aye me most wretched,
 That haue my heart parted betwixt two Friends,
 That does afflict each other
    Caes Welcom hither: your Letters did with-holde our breaking
 Till we perceiu'd both how you were wrong led,
 And we in negligent danger: cheere your heart,
 Be you not troubled with the time, which driues
 O're your content, these strong necessities,
 But let determin'd things to destinie
 Hold vnbewayl'd their way. Welcome to Rome,
 Nothing more deere to me: You are abus'd
 Beyond the marke of thought: and the high Gods
 To do you Iustice, makes his Ministers
 Of vs, and those that loue you. Best of comfort,
 And euer welcom to vs
    Agrip. Welcome Lady
    Mec. Welcome deere Madam,
 Each heart in Rome does loue and pitty you,
 Onely th' adulterous Anthony, most large
 In his abhominations, turnes you off,
 And giues his potent Regiment to a Trull
 That noyses it against vs
    Octa. Is it so sir?
   Caes Most certaine: Sister welcome: pray you
 Be euer knowne to patience. My deer'st Sister.
 Enter Cleopatra, and Enobarbus.
   Cleo. I will be euen with thee, doubt it not
    Eno. But why, why, why?
   Cleo. Thou hast forespoke my being in these warres,
 And say'st it is not fit
    Eno. Well: is it, is it
    Cleo. If not, denounc'd against vs, why should not
 we be there in person
    Enob. Well, I could reply: if wee should serue with
 Horse and Mares together, the Horse were meerly lost:
 the Mares would beare a Soldiour and his Horse
    Cleo. What is't you say?
   Enob. Your presence needs must puzle Anthony,
 Take from his heart, take from his Braine, from's time,
 What should not then be spar'd. He is already
 Traduc'd for Leuity, and 'tis said in Rome,
 That Photinus an Eunuch, and your Maides
 Mannage this warre
    Cleo. Sinke Rome, and their tongues rot
 That speake against vs. A Charge we beare i'th' Warre,
 And as the president of my Kingdome will
 Appeare there for a man. Speake not against it,
 I will not stay behinde.
 Enter Anthony and Camidias.
   Eno. Nay I haue done, here comes the Emperor
    Ant. Is it not strange Camidius,
 That from Tarientum, and Brandusium,
 He could so quickly cut the Ionian Sea,
 And take in Troine. You haue heard on't (Sweet?)
   Cleo. Celerity is neuer more admir'd,
 Then by the negligent
    Ant. A good rebuke,
 Which might haue well becom'd the best of men
 To taunt at slacknesse. Camidius, wee
 Will fight with him by Sea
    Cleo. By Sea, what else?
   Cam. Why will my Lord, do so?
   Ant. For that he dares vs too't
    Enob. So hath my Lord, dar'd him to single fight
    Cam. I, and to wage this Battell at Pharsalia,
 Where Caesar fought with Pompey. But these offers
 Which serue not for his vantage, he shakes off,
 And so should you
    Enob. Your Shippes are not well mann'd,
 Your Marriners are Militers, Reapers, people
 Ingrost by swift Impresse. In Caesars Fleete,
 Are those, that often haue 'gainst Pompey fought,
 Their shippes are yare, yours heauy: no disgrace
 Shall fall you for refusing him at Sea,
 Being prepar'd for Land
    Ant. By Sea, by Sea
    Eno. Most worthy Sir, you therein throw away
 The absolute Soldiership you haue by Land,
 Distract your Armie, which doth most consist
 Of Warre-markt-footmen, leaue vnexecuted
 Your owne renowned knowledge, quite forgoe
 The way which promises assurance, and
 Giue vp your selfe meerly to chance and hazard,
 From firme Securitie
    Ant. Ile fight at Sea
    Cleo. I haue sixty Sailes, Caesar none better
    Ant. Our ouer-plus of shipping will we burne,
 And with the rest full mann'd, from th' head of Action
 Beate th' approaching Caesar. But if we faile,
 We then can doo't at Land.
 Enter a Messenger.
 Thy Businesse?
   Mes. The Newes is true, my Lord, he is descried,
 Caesar ha's taken Toryne
    Ant. Can he be there in person? 'Tis impossible
 Strange, that his power should be. Camidius,
 Our nineteene Legions thou shalt hold by Land,
 And our twelue thousand Horse. Wee'l to our Ship,
 Away my Thetis.
 Enter a Soldiour.
 How now worthy Souldier?
   Soul. Oh Noble Emperor, do not fight by Sea,
 Trust not to rotten plankes: Do you misdoubt
 This Sword, and these my Wounds; let th' Egyptians
 And the Phoenicians go a ducking: wee
 Haue vs'd to conquer standing on the earth,
 And fighting foot to foot
    Ant. Well, well, away.
 exit Ant. Cleo. & Enob
    Soul. By Hercules I thinke I am i'th' right
    Cam. Souldier thou art: but his whole action growes
 Not in the power on't: so our Leaders leade,
 And we are Womens mens
    Soul. You keepe by Land the Legions and the Horse
 whole, do you not?
   Ven. Marcus Octauius, Marcus Iusteus,
 Publicola, and Celius, are for Sea:
 But we keepe whole by Land. This speede of Caesars
 Carries beyond beleefe
    Soul. While he was yet in Rome,
 His power went out in such distractions,
 As beguilde all Spies
    Cam. Who's his Lieutenant, heare you?
   Soul. They say, one Towrus
    Cam. Well, I know the man.
 Enter a Messenger.
   Mes. The Emperor cals Camidius
    Cam. With Newes the times with Labour,
 And throwes forth each minute, some.
 Enter Caesar with his Army, marching.
   Caes Towrus?
   Tow. My Lord
    Caes Strike not by Land,
 Keepe whole, prouoke not Battaile
 Till we haue done at Sea. Do not exceede
 The Prescript of this Scroule: Our fortune lyes
 Vpon this iumpe.
 Enter Anthony, and Enobarbus.
   Ant. Set we our Squadrons on yond side o'th' Hill,
 In eye of Caesars battaile, from which place
 We may the number of the Ships behold,
 And so proceed accordingly.
 Camidius Marcheth with his Land Army one way ouer the stage,
 and Towrus
 the Lieutenant of Caesar the other way: After their going in, is
 heard the
 noise of a Sea fight. Alarum. Enter Enobarbus and Scarus.
   Eno. Naught, naught, al naught, I can behold no longer:
 Thantoniad, the Egyptian Admirall,
 With all their sixty flye, and turne the Rudder:
 To see't, mine eyes are blasted.
 Enter Scarrus.
   Scar. Gods, & Goddesses, all the whol synod of them!
   Eno. What's thy passion
    Scar. The greater Cantle of the world, is lost
 With very ignorance, we haue kist away
 Kingdomes, and Prouinces
    Eno. How appeares the Fight?
   Scar. On our side, like the Token'd Pestilence,
 Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred Nagge of Egypt,
 (Whom Leprosie o're-take) i'th' midst o'th' fight,
 When vantage like a payre of Twinnes appear'd
 Both as the same, or rather ours the elder;
 (The Breeze vpon her) like a Cow in Iune,
 Hoists Sailes, and flyes
    Eno. That I beheld:
 Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not
 Indure a further view
    Scar. She once being looft,
 The Noble ruine of her Magicke, Anthony,
 Claps on his Sea-wing, and (like a doting Mallard)
 Leauing the Fight in heighth, flyes after her:
 I neuer saw an Action of such shame;
 Experience, Man-hood, Honor, ne're before,
 Did violate so it selfe
    Enob. Alacke, alacke.
 Enter Camidius
    Cam. Our Fortune on the Sea is out of breath,
 And sinkes most lamentably. Had our Generall
 Bin what he knew himselfe, it had gone well:
 Oh his ha's giuen example for our flight,
 Most grossely by his owne
    Enob. I, are you thereabouts? Why then goodnight
    Cam. Toward Peloponnesus are they fled
    Scar. 'Tis easie toot,
 And there I will attend what further comes
    Camid. To Caesar will I render
 My Legions and my Horse, sixe Kings alreadie
 Shew me the way of yeelding
    Eno. Ile yet follow
 The wounded chance of Anthony, though my reason
 Sits in the winde against me.
 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 Caesar
    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 vnqualitied 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 towe 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.
 Enter Caesar, Agrippa, and Dollabello, with others.
   Caes Let him appeare that's come from Anthony.
 Know you him
    Dolla. Caesar, 'tis his Schoolemaster,
 An argument that he is pluckt, when hither
 He sends so poore a Pinnion of his Wing,
 Which had superfluous Kings for Messengers,
 Not many Moones gone by.
 Enter Ambassador from Anthony.
   Caesar. Approach, and speake
    Amb. Such as I am, I come from Anthony:
 I was of late as petty to his ends,
 As is the Morne-dew on the Mertle leafe
 To his grand Sea
    Caes Bee't so, declare thine office
    Amb. Lord of his Fortunes he salutes thee, and
 Requires to liue in Egypt, which not granted
 He Lessons his Requests, and to thee sues
 To let him breath betweene the Heauens and Earth
 A priuate man in Athens: this for him.
 Next, Cleopatra does confesse thy Greatnesse,
 Submits her to thy might, and of thee craues
 The Circle of the Ptolomies for her heyres,
 Now hazarded to thy Grace
    Caes For Anthony,
 I haue no eares to his request. The Queene,
 Of Audience, nor Desire shall faile, so shee
 From Egypt driue her all-disgraced Friend,
 Or take his life there. This if shee performe,
 She shall not sue vnheard. So to them both
    Amb. Fortune pursue thee
    Caes Bring him through the Bands:
 To try thy Eloquence, now 'tis time, dispatch,
 From Anthony winne Cleopatra, promise
 And in our Name, what she requires, adde more
 From thine inuention, offers. Women are not
 In their best Fortunes strong; but want will periure
 The ne're touch'd Vestall. Try thy cunning Thidias,
 Make thine owne Edict for thy paines, which we
 Will answer as a Law
    Thid. Caesar. I go
    Caesar. Obserue how Anthony becomes his flaw,
 And what thou think'st his very action speakes
 In euery power that mooues
    Thid. Caesar, I shall.
 Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, & Iras.
   Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus?
   Eno. Thinke, and dye
    Cleo. Is Anthony, or we in fault for this?
   Eno. Anthony onely, that would make his will
 Lord of his Reason. What though you fled,
 From that great face of Warre, whose seuerall ranges
 Frighted each other? Why should he follow?
 The itch of his Affection should not then
 Haue nickt his Captain-ship, at such a point,
 When halfe to halfe the world oppos'd, he being
 The meered question? 'Twas a shame no lesse
 Then was his losse, to course your flying Flagges,
 And leaue his Nauy gazing
    Cleo. Prythee peace.
 Enter the Ambassador, with Anthony.
   Ant. Is that his answer?
   Amb. I my Lord
    Ant. The Queene shall then haue courtesie,
 So she will yeeld vs vp
    Am. He sayes so
    Antho. Let her know't. To the Boy Caesar send this
 grizled head, and he will fill thy wishes to the brimme,
 With Principalities
    Cleo. That head my Lord?
   Ant. To him againe, tell him he weares the Rose
 Of youth vpon him: from which, the world should note
 Something particular: His Coine, Ships, Legions,
 May be a Cowards, whose Ministers would preuaile
 Vnder the seruice of a Childe, as soone
 As i'th' Command of Caesar. I dare him therefore
 To lay his gay Comparisons a-part,
 And answer me declin'd, Sword against Sword,
 Our selues alone: Ile write it: Follow me
    Eno. Yes like enough: hye battel'd Caesar will
 Vnstate his happinesse, and be Stag'd to'th' shew
 Against a Sworder. I see mens Iudgements are
 A parcell of their Fortunes, and things outward
 Do draw the inward quality after them
 To suffer all alike, that he should dreame,
 Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will
 Answer his emptinesse; Caesar thou hast subdu'de
 His iudgement too.
 Enter a Seruant.
   Ser. A Messenger from Caesar
    Cleo. What no more Ceremony? See my Women,
 Against the blowne Rose may they stop their nose,
 That kneel'd vnto the Buds. Admit him sir
    Eno. Mine honesty, and I, beginne to square,
 The Loyalty well held to Fooles, does make
 Our Faith meere folly: yet he that can endure
 To follow with Allegeance a falne Lord,
 Does conquer him that did his Master conquer,
 And earnes a place i'th' Story.
 Enter Thidias.
   Cleo. Caesars will
    Thid. Heare it apart
    Cleo. None but Friends: say boldly
    Thid. So haply are they Friends to Anthony
    Enob. He needs as many (Sir) as Caesar ha's,
 Or needs not vs. If Caesar please, our Master
 Will leape to be his Friend: For vs you know,
 Whose he is, we are, and that is Caesars
    Thid. So. Thus then thou most renown'd, Caesar intreats,
 Not to consider in what case thou stand'st
 Further then he is Caesars
    Cleo. Go on, right Royall
    Thid. He knowes that you embrace not Anthony
 As you did loue, but as you feared him
    Cleo. Oh
    Thid. The scarre's vpon your Honor, therefore he
 Does pitty, as constrained blemishes,
 Not as deserued
    Cleo. He is a God,
 And knowes what is most right. Mine Honour
 Was not yeelded, but conquer'd meerely
    Eno. To be sure of that, I will aske Anthony.
 Sir, sir, thou art so leakie
 That we must leaue thee to thy sinking, for
 Thy deerest quit thee.
 Exit Enob.
   Thid. Shall I say to Caesar,
 What you require of him: for he partly begges
 To be desir'd to giue. It much would please him,
 That of his Fortunes you should make a staffe
 To leane vpon. But it would warme his spirits
 To heare from me you had left Anthony,
 And put your selfe vnder his shrowd, the vniuersal Landlord
    Cleo. What's your name?
   Thid. My name is Thidias
    Cleo. Most kinde Messenger,
 Say to great Caesar this in disputation,
 I kisse his conqu'ring hand: Tell him, I am prompt
 To lay my Crowne at's feete, and there to kneele.
 Tell him, from his all-obeying breath, I heare
 The doome of Egypt
    Thid. 'Tis your Noblest course:
 Wisedome and Fortune combatting together,
 If that the former dare but what it can,
 No chance may shake it. Giue me grace to lay
 My dutie on your hand
    Cleo. Your Caesars Father oft,
 (When he hath mus'd of taking kingdomes in)
 Bestow'd his lips on that vnworthy place,
 As it rain'd kisses.
 Enter Anthony and Enobarbus.
   Ant. Fauours? By Ioue that thunders. What art thou Fellow?
   Thid. One that but performes
 The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest
 To haue command obey'd
    Eno. You will be whipt
    Ant. Approch there: ah you Kite. Now Gods & diuels
 Authority melts from me of late. When I cried hoa,
 Like Boyes vnto a musse, Kings would start forth,
 And cry, your will. Haue you no eares?
 I am Anthony yet. Take hence this Iack, and whip him.
 Enter a Seruant.
   Eno. 'Tis better playing with a Lions whelpe,
 Then with an old one dying
    Ant. Moone and Starres,
 Whip him: wer't twenty of the greatest Tributaries
 That do acknowledge Caesar, should I finde them
 So sawcy with the hand of she heere, what's her name
 Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him Fellowes,
 Till like a Boy you see him crindge his face,
 And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence
    Thid. Marke Anthony
    Ant. Tugge him away: being whipt
 Bring him againe, the Iacke of Caesars shall
 Beare vs an arrant to him.
 Exeunt. with Thidius.
 You were halfe blasted ere I knew you: Ha?
 Haue I my pillow left vnprest in Rome,
 Forborne the getting of a lawfull Race,
 And by a Iem of women, to be abus'd
 By one that lookes on Feeders?
   Cleo. Good my Lord
    Ant. You haue beene a boggeler euer,
 But when we in our viciousnesse grow hard
 (Oh misery on't) the wise Gods seele our eyes
 In our owne filth, drop our cleare iudgements, make vs
 Adore our errors, laugh at's while we strut
 To our confusion
    Cleo. Oh, is't come to this?
   Ant. I found you as a Morsell, cold vpon
 Dead Caesars Trencher: Nay, you were a Fragment
 Of Gneius Pompeyes, besides what hotter houres
 Vnregistred in vulgar Fame, you haue
 Luxuriously pickt out. For I am sure,
 Though you can guesse what Temperance should be,
 You know not what it is
    Cleo. Wherefore is this?
   Ant. To let a Fellow that will take rewards,
 And say, God quit you, be familiar with
 My play-fellow, your hand; this Kingly Seale,
 And plighter of high hearts. O that I were
 Vpon the hill of Basan, to out-roare
 The horned Heard, for I haue sauage cause,
 And to proclaime it ciuilly, were like
 A halter'd necke, which do's the Hangman thanke,
 For being yare about him. Is he whipt?
 Enter a Seruant with Thidias.
   Ser. Soundly, my Lord
    Ant. Cried he? and begg'd a Pardon?
   Ser. He did aske fauour
    Ant. If that thy Father liue, let him repent
 Thou was't not made his daughter, and be thou sorrie
 To follow Caesar in his Triumph, since
 Thou hast bin whipt. For following him, henceforth
 The white hand of a Lady Feauer thee,
 Shake thou to looke on't. Get thee backe to Caesar,
 Tell him thy entertainment: looke thou say
 He makes me angry with him. For he seemes
 Proud and disdainfull, harping on what I am,
 Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,
 And at this time most easie 'tis to doo't:
 When my good Starres, that were my former guides
 Haue empty left their Orbes, and shot their Fires
 Into th' Abisme of hell. If he mislike,
 My speech, and what is done, tell him he has
 Hiparchus, my enfranched Bondman, whom
 He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
 As he shall like to quit me. Vrge it thou:
 Hence with thy stripes, be gone.
 Exit Thid.
   Cleo. Haue you done yet?
   Ant. Alacke our Terrene Moone is now Eclipst,
 And it portends alone the fall of Anthony
    Cleo. I must stay his time?
   Ant. To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes
 With one that tyes his points
    Cleo. Not know me yet?
   Ant. Cold-hearted toward me?
   Cleo. Ah (Deere) if I be so,
 From my cold heart let Heauen ingender haile,
 And poyson it in the sourse, and the first stone
 Drop in my necke: as it determines so
 Dissolue my life, the next Caesarian smile,
 Till by degrees the memory of my wombe,
 Together with my braue Egyptians all,
 By the discandering of this pelleted storme,
 Lye grauelesse, till the Flies and Gnats of Nyle
 Haue buried them for prey
    Ant. I am satisfied:
 Caesar sets downe in Alexandria, where
 I will oppose his Fate. Our force by Land,
 Hath Nobly held, our seuer'd Nauie too
 Haue knit againe, and Fleete, threatning most Sea-like.
 Where hast thou bin my heart? Dost thou heare Lady?
 If from the Field I shall returne once more
 To kisse these Lips, I will appeare in Blood,
 I, and my Sword, will earne our Chronicle,
 There's hope in't yet
    Cleo. That's my braue Lord
    Ant. I will be trebble-sinewed, hearted, breath'd,
 And fight maliciously: for when mine houres
 Were nice and lucky, men did ransome liues
 Of me for iests: But now, Ile set my teeth,
 And send to darkenesse all that stop me. Come,
 Let's haue one other gawdy night: Call to me
 All my sad Captaines, fill our Bowles once more:
 Let's mocke the midnight Bell
    Cleo. It is my Birth-day,
 I had thought t'haue held it poore. But since my Lord
 Is Anthony againe, I will be Cleopatra
    Ant. We will yet do well
    Cleo. Call all his Noble Captaines to my Lord
    Ant. Do so, wee'l speake to them,
 And to night Ile force
 The Wine peepe through their scarres.
 Come on (my Queene)
 There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight
 Ile make death loue me: for I will contend
 Euen with his pestilent Sythe.
   Eno. Now hee'l out-stare the Lightning, to be furious
 Is to be frighted out of feare, and in that moode
 The Doue will pecke the Estridge; and I see still
 A diminution in our Captaines braine,
 Restores his heart; when valour prayes in reason,
 It eates the Sword it fights with: I will seeke
 Some way to leaue him.
 Enter Caesar, Agrippa, & Mecenas with his Army, Caesar reading
 a Letter.
   Caes He calles me Boy, and chides as he had power
 To beate me out of Egypt. My Messenger
 He hath whipt with Rods, dares me to personal Combat.
 Caesar to Anthony: let the old Ruffian know,
 I haue many other wayes to dye: meane time
 Laugh at his Challenge
    Mece. Caesar must thinke,
 When one so great begins to rage, hee's hunted
 Euen to falling. Giue him no breath, but now
 Make boote of his distraction: Neuer anger
 Made good guard for it selfe
    Caes Let our best heads know,
 That to morrow, the last of many Battailes
 We meane to fight. Within our Files there are,
 Of those that seru'd Marke Anthony but late,
 Enough to fetch him in. See it done,
 And Feast the Army, we haue store to doo't,
 And they haue earn'd the waste. Poore Anthony.
 Enter Anthony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas,
 with others.
   Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitian?
   Eno. No?
   Ant. Why should he not?
   Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
 He is twenty men to one
    Ant. To morrow Soldier,
 By Sea and Land Ile fight: or I will liue,
 Or bathe my dying Honor in the blood
 Shall make it liue againe. Woo't thou fight well
    Eno. Ile strike, and cry, Take all
    Ant. Well said, come on:
 Call forth my Houshold Seruants, lets to night
 Enter 3 or 4 Seruitors.
 Be bounteous at our Meale. Giue me thy hand,
 Thou hast bin rightly honest, so hast thou,
 Thou, and thou, and thou: you haue seru'd me well,
 And Kings haue beene your fellowes
    Cleo. What meanes this?
   Eno. 'Tis one of those odde tricks which sorow shoots
 Out of the minde
    Ant. And thou art honest too:
 I wish I could be made so many men,
 And all of you clapt vp together, in
 An Anthony: that I might do you seruice,
 So good as you haue done
    Omnes. The Gods forbid
    Ant. Well, my good Fellowes, wait on me to night:
 Scant not my Cups, and make as much of me,
 As when mine Empire was your Fellow too,
 And suffer'd my command
    Cleo. What does he meane?
   Eno. 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
    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
    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,
 And drowne consideration.
 Enter a Company of Soldiours.
   1.Sol. 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
    1 Nothing: what newes?
   2 Belike 'tis but a Rumour, good night to you
    1 Well sir, good night.
 They meete other Soldiers.
   2 Souldiers, haue carefull Watch
    1 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
    1 'Tis a braue Army, and full of purpose.
 Musicke of the Hoboyes is vnder the Stage.
   2 Peace, what noise?
   1 List, list
    2 Hearke
    1 Musicke i'th' Ayre
    3 Vnder the earth
    4 It signes well, do's it not?
   3 No
    1 Peace I say: What should this meane?
   2 'Tis the God Hercules, whom Anthony loued,
 Now leaues him
    1 Walke, let's see if other Watchmen
 Do heare what we do?
   2 How now Maisters?
 Speak together.
   Omnes. How now? how now? do you heare this?
   1 I, is't not strange?
   3 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
    Omnes. Content: 'Tis strange.
 Enter Anthony and Cleopatra, with others.
   Ant. Eros, mine Armour Eros
    Cleo. 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
    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
    Ant. Well, well, we shall thriue now.
 Seest thou my good Fellow. Go, put on thy defences
    Eros. Briefely Sir
    Cleo. 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
    Soul. A thousand Sir, early though't be, haue on their
 Riueted trim, and at the Port expect you.
 Showt. Trumpets Flourish. Enter Captaines, and Souldiers.
   Alex. The Morne is faire: Good morrow Generall
    All. 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,
 Follow me close, Ile bring you too't: Adieu.
   Char. Please you retyre to your Chamber?
   Cleo. Lead me:
 He goes forth gallantly: That he and Caesar might
 Determine this great Warre in single fight;
 Then Anthony; but now. Well on.
 Trumpets sound. Enter Anthony, and Eros.
   Eros. The Gods make this a happy day to Anthony
    Ant. 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
    Ant. Whose gone this morning?
   Eros. Who? one euer neere thee, call for Enobarbus,
 He shall not heare thee, or from Caesars Campe,
 Say I am none of thine
    Ant. What sayest thou?
   Sold. Sir he is with Caesar
    Eros. Sir, his Chests and Treasure he has not with him
    Ant. Is he gone?
   Sol. 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
 Corrupted honest men. Dispatch Enobarbus.
 Flourish. Enter Agrippa, Caesar, with Enobarbus, and Dollabella.
   Caes Go forth Agrippa, and begin the fight:
 Our will is Anthony be tooke aliue:
 Make it so knowne
    Agrip. Caesar, I shall
    Caesar. 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
    Caes Go charge Agrippa,
 Plant those that haue reuolted in the Vant,
 That Anthony may seeme to spend his Fury
 Vpon himselfe.
   Enob. Alexas did reuolt, and went to Iewry on
 Affaires of Anthony, there did disswade
 Great Herod to incline himselfe to Caesar,
 And leaue his Master Anthony. For this paines,
 Caesar 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 Caesars.
   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
    Eno. 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
 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
 My latter part of life.
 Alarum, Drummes and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa.
   Agrip. Retire, we haue engag'd our selues too farre:
 Caesar himselfe ha's worke, and our oppression
 Exceeds what we expected.
 Alarums. 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
 With clowts about their heads.
 Far off.
   Ant. Thou bleed'st apace
    Scar. I had a wound heere that was like a T,
 But now 'tis made an H
    Ant. They do retyre
    Scar. 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
    Scar. 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
    Scar. Ile halt after.
 Alarum. Enter Anthony againe in a March. 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
    Cleo. Lord of Lords.
 Oh infinite Vertue, comm'st thou smiling from
 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
    Cleo. Ile giue thee Friend
 An Armour all of Gold: it was a Kings
    Ant. He has deseru'd it, were it Carbunkled
 Like holy Phoebus 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 promises Royall perill, Trumpetters
 With brazen dinne blast you the Citties eare,
 Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines,
 That heauen and earth may strike their sounds together,
 Applauding our approach.
 Enter a Centerie, and his Company, Enobarbus followes.
   Cent. If we be not releeu'd within this houre,
 We must returne to'th' Court of Guard: the night
 Is shiny, and they say, we shall embattaile
 By'th' second houre i'th' Morne
    1.Watch. This last day was a shrew'd one too's
    Enob. Oh beare me witnesse night
    2 What man is this?
   1 Stand close, and list him
    Enob. Be witnesse to me (O thou blessed Moone)
 When men reuolted shall vpon Record
 Beare hatefull memory: poore Enobarbus did
 Before thy face repent
    Cent. Enobarbus?
   2 Peace: Hearke further
    Enob. Oh Soueraigne Mistris of true Melancholly,
 The poysonous dampe of night dispunge vpon me,
 That Life, a very Rebell to my will,
 May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart
 Against the flint and hardnesse of my fault,
 Which being dried with greefe, will breake to powder,
 And finish all foule thoughts. Oh Anthony,
 Nobler then my reuolt is Infamous,
 Forgiue me in thine owne particular,
 But let the world ranke me in Register
 A Master leauer, and a fugitiue:
 Oh Anthony! Oh Anthony!
   1 Let's speake to him
    Cent. Let's heare him, for the things he speakes
 May concerne Caesar
    2 Let's do so; but he sleepes
    Cent. Swoonds rather, for so bad a Prayer as his
 Was neuer yet for sleepe
    1 Go we to him
    2 Awake sir, awake, speake to vs
    1 Heare you sir?
   Cent. The hand of death hath raught him.
 Drummes afarre off.
 Hearke the Drummes demurely wake the sleepers:
 Let vs beare him to'th' Court of Guard: he is of note:
 Our houre is fully out
    2 Come on then, he may recouer yet.
 Enter Anthony and Scarrus, with their Army.
   Ant. Their preparation is to day by Sea,
 We please them not by Land
    Scar. For both, my Lord
    Ant. I would they'ld fight i'th' Fire, or i'th' Ayre,
 Wee'ld fight there too. But this it is, our Foote
 Vpon the hilles adioyning to the Citty
 Shall stay with vs. Order for Sea is giuen,
 They haue put forth the Hauen:
 Where their appointment we may best discouer,
 And looke on their endeuour.
 Enter Caesar, and his Army.
   Caes But being charg'd, we will be still by Land,
 Which as I tak't we shall, for his best force
 Is forth to Man his Gallies. To the Vales,
 And hold our best aduantage.
 Alarum afarre off, as at a Sea-fight. Enter Anthony, and Scarrus.
   Ant. Yet they are not ioyn'd:
 Where yon'd Pine does stand, I shall discouer all.
 Ile bring thee word straight, how 'tis like to go.
   Scar. Swallowes haue built
 In Cleopatra's Sailes their nests. The Auguries
 Say, they know not, they cannot tell, looke grimly,
 And dare not speake their knowledge. Anthony,
 Is valiant, and deiected, and by starts
 His fretted Fortunes giue him hope and feare
 Of what he has, and has not.
 Enter Anthony.
   Ant. All is lost:
 This fowle Egyptian hath betrayed me:
 My Fleete hath yeelded to the Foe, and yonder
 They cast their Caps vp, and Carowse together
 Like Friends long lost. Triple-turn'd Whore, 'tis thou
 Hast sold me to this Nouice, and my heart
 Makes onely Warres on thee. Bid them all flye:
 For when I am reueng'd vpon my Charme,
 I haue done all. Bid them all flye, be gone.
 Oh Sunne, thy vprise shall I see no more,
 Fortune, and Anthony part heere, euen heere
 Do we shake hands? All come to this? The hearts
 That pannelled me at heeles, to whom I gaue
 Their wishes, do dis-Candie, melt their sweets
 On blossoming Caesar: And this Pine is barkt,
 That ouer-top'd them all. Betray'd I am.
 Oh this false Soule of Egypt! this graue Charme,
 Whose eye beck'd forth my Wars, & cal'd them home:
 Whose Bosome was my Crownet, my chiefe end,
 Like a right Gypsie, hath at fast and loose
 Beguil'd me, to the very heart of losse.
 What Eros, Eros?
 Enter Cleopatra.
 Ah, thou Spell! Auaunt
    Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Loue?
   Ant. Vanish, or I shall giue thee thy deseruing,
 And blemish Caesars Triumph. Let him take thee,
 And hoist thee vp to the shouting Plebeians,
 Follow his Chariot, like the greatest spot
 Of all thy Sex. Most Monster-like be shewne
 For poor'st Diminitiues, for Dolts, and let
 Patient Octauia, plough thy visage vp
 With her prepared nailes.
 exit Cleopatra.
 'Tis well th'art gone,
 If it be well to liue. But better 'twere
 Thou fell'st into my furie, for one death
 Might haue preuented many. Eros, hoa!
 The shirt of Nessus is vpon me, teach me
 Alcides, thou mine Ancestor, thy rage.
 Let me lodge Licas on the hornes o'th' Moone,
 And with those hands that graspt the heauiest Club,
 Subdue my worthiest selfe: The Witch shall die,
 To the young Roman Boy she hath sold me, and I fall
 Vnder this plot: She dyes for't. Eros hoa?
 Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian.
   Cleo. Helpe me my women: Oh hee's more mad
 Then Telamon for his Shield, the Boare of Thessaly
 Was neuer so imbost
    Char. To'th' Monument, there locke your selfe,
 And send him word you are dead:
 The Soule and Body riue not more in parting,
 Then greatnesse going off
    Cleo. To'th' Monument:
 Mardian, go tell him I haue slaine my selfe:
 Say, that the last I spoke was Anthony,
 And word it (prythee) pitteously. Hence Mardian,
 And bring me how he takes my death to'th' Monument.
 Enter Anthony, and Eros.
   Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
   Eros. I Noble Lord
    Ant. Sometime we see a clowd that's Dragonish,
 A vapour sometime, like a Beare, or Lyon,
 A toward Cittadell, a pendant Rocke,
 A forked Mountaine, or blew Promontorie
 With Trees vpon't, that nodde vnto the world,
 And mocke our eyes with Ayre.
 Thou hast seene these Signes,
 They are blacke Vespers Pageants
    Eros. I my Lord
    Ant. That which is now a Horse, euen with a thoght
 the Racke dislimes, and makes it indistinct
 As water is in water
    Eros. It does my Lord
    Ant. My good Knaue Eros, now thy Captaine is
 Euen such a body: Heere I am Anthony,
 Yet cannot hold this visible shape (my Knaue)
 I made these warres for Egypt, and the Queene,
 Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine:
 Which whil'st it was mine, had annext vntoo't
 A Million moe, (now lost:) shee Eros has
 Packt Cards with Caesars, and false plaid my Glory
 Vnto an Enemies triumph.
 Nay, weepe not gentle Eros, there is left vs
 Our selues to end our selues.
 Enter Mardian.
 Oh thy vilde Lady, she has rob'd me of my Sword
    Mar. No Anthony,
 My Mistris lou'd thee, and her Fortunes mingled
 with thine intirely
    Ant. Hence sawcy Eunuch peace, she hath betraid me,
 And shall dye the death
    Mar. Death of one person, can be paide but once,
 And that she ha's discharg'd. What thou would'st do
 Is done vnto thy hand: the last she spake
 Was Anthony, most Noble Anthony.
 Then in the midd'st a tearing grone did breake
 The name of Anthony: it was diuided
 Betweene her heart, and lips: she tendred life
 Thy name so buried in her
    Ant. Dead then?
   Mar. Dead
    Ant. Vnarme Eros, the long dayes taske is done,
 And we must sleepe: That thou depart'st hence safe
 Does pay thy labour richly: Go.
 exit Mardian.
 Off, plucke off,
 The seuen-fold shield of Aiax cannot keepe
 The battery from my heart. Oh cleaue my sides.
 Heart, once be stronger then thy Continent,
 Cracke thy fraile Case. Apace Eros, apace;
 No more a Soldier: bruised peeces go,
 You haue bin Nobly borne. From me awhile.
 exit Eros
 I will o're-take thee Cleopatra, and
 Weepe for my pardon. So it must be, for now
 All length is Torture: since the Torch is out,
 Lye downe and stray no farther. Now all labour
 Marres what it does: yea, very force entangles
 It selfe with strength: Seale then and all is done.
 Eros? I come my Queene. Eros? Stay for me,
 Where Soules do couch on Flowers, wee'l hand in hand,
 And with our sprightly Port make the Ghostes gaze:
 Dido, and her Aeneas shall want Troopes,
 And all the haunt be ours. Come Eros, Eros.
 Enter Eros.
   Eros. What would my Lord?
   Ant. Since Cleopatra dyed,
 I haue liu'd in such dishonour, that the Gods
 Detest my basenesse. I, that with my Sword,
 Quarter'd the World, and o're greene Neptunes backe
 With Ships, made Cities; condemne my selfe, to lacke
 The Courage of a Woman, lesse Noble minde
 Then she which by her death, our Caesar telles
 I am Conqueror of my selfe. Thou art sworne Eros,
 That when the exigent should come, which now
 Is come indeed: When I should see behinde me
 Th' ineuitable prosecution of disgrace and horror,
 That on my command, thou then would'st kill me.
 Doo't, the time is come: Thou strik'st not me,
 'Tis Caesar thou defeat'st. Put colour in thy Cheeke
    Eros. The Gods with-hold me,
 Shall I do that which all the Parthian Darts,
 (Though Enemy) lost ayme, and could not
    Ant. Eros,
 Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
 Thy Master thus with pleacht Armes, bending downe
 His corrigible necke, his face subdu'de
 To penetratiue shame; whil'st the wheel'd seate
 Of Fortunate Caesar drawne before him, branded
 His Basenesse that ensued
    Eros. I would not see't
    Ant. Come then: for with a wound I must be cur'd.
 Draw that thy honest Sword, which thou hast worne
 Most vsefull for thy Country
    Eros. Oh sir, pardon me
    Ant. When I did make thee free, swor'st y not then
 To do this when I bad thee? Do it at once,
 Or thy precedent Seruices are all
 But accidents vnpurpos'd. Draw, and come
    Eros. Turne from me then that Noble countenance,
 Wherein the worship of the whole world lyes
    Ant. Loe thee
    Eros. My sword is drawne
    Ant. Then let it do at once
 The thing why thou hast drawne it
    Eros. My deere Master,
 My Captaine, and my Emperor. Let me say
 Before I strike this bloody stroke, Farwell
    Ant. 'Tis said man, and farewell
    Eros. Farewell great Chiefe. Shall I strike now?
   Ant. Now Eros.
 Killes himselfe.
   Eros. Why there then:
 Thus I do escape the sorrow of Anthonies death
    Ant. Thrice-Nobler then my selfe,
 Thou teachest me: Oh valiant Eros, what
 I should, and thou could'st not, my Queene and Eros
 Haue by their braue instruction got vpon me
 A Noblenesse in Record. But I will bee
 A Bride-groome in my death, and run intoo't
 As to a Louers bed. Come then, and Eros,
 Thy Master dies thy Scholler; to do thus
 I learnt of thee. How, not dead? Not dead?
 The Guard, how? Oh dispatch me.
 Enter a Guard.
   1.Guard. What's the noise?
   Ant. I haue done my worke ill Friends:
 Oh make an end of what I haue begun
    2 The Starre is falne
    1 And time is at his Period
    All. Alas, and woe
    Ant. Let him that loues me, strike me dead
    1 Not I
    2 Nor I
    3 Nor any one.
   Decretus. Thy death and fortunes bid thy folowers fly
 This sword but shewne to Caesar with this tydings,
 Shall enter me with him.
 Enter Diomedes.
   Dio. Where's Anthony?
   Decre. There Diomed there
    Diom. Liues he: wilt thou not answer man?
   Ant. 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
    Ant. When did shee send thee?
   Diom. Now my Lord
    Anth. 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 Caesar, 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
    Dio. 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
    1 Woe, woe are we sir, you may not liue to weare
 All your true Followers out
    All. 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,
 And haue my thankes for all.
 Exit bearing Anthony
 Enter Cleopatra, and her Maides aloft, with Charmian & Iras.
   Cleo. Oh Charmian, I will neuer go from hence
    Char. 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?
   Diom. 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
    Ant. Peace,
 Not Caesars 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
    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
    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 Caesar, 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
    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
    All. A heauy sight
    Ant. 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
    Ant. One word (sweet Queene)
 Of Caesar seeke your Honour, with your safety. Oh
    Cleo. They do not go together
    Ant. Gentle heare me,
 None about Caesar trust, but Proculeius
    Cleo. My Resolution, and my hands, Ile trust,
 None about Caesar
    Ant. The miserable change now at my end,
 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,
 The Souldiers pole is falne: young Boyes and Gyrles
 Are leuell now with men: The oddes is gone,
 And there is nothing left remarkeable
 Beneath the visiting Moone
    Char. Oh quietnesse, Lady
    Iras. She's dead too, our Soueraigne
    Char. Lady
    Iras. Madam
    Char. Oh Madam, Madam, Madam
    Iras. Royall Egypt: Empresse
    Char. Peace, peace, Iras
    Cleo. No more but in a Woman, and commanded
 By such poore passion, as the Maid that Milkes,
 And doe's the meanest chares. It were for me,
 To throw my Scepter at the iniurious Gods,
 To tell them that this World did equall theyrs,
 Till they had stolne our Iewell. All's but naught:
 Patience is sortish, and impatience does
 Become a Dogge that's mad: Then is it sinne,
 To rush into the secret house of death,
 Ere death dare come to vs. How do you Women?
 What, what good cheere? Why how now Charmian?
 My Noble Gyrles? Ah Women, women! Looke
 Our Lampe is spent, it's out. Good sirs, take heart,
 Wee'l bury him: And then, what's braue, what's Noble,
 Let's doo't after the high Roman fashion,
 And make death proud to take vs. Come, away,
 This case of that huge Spirit now is cold.
 Ah Women, Women! Come, we haue no Friend
 But Resolution, and the breefest end.
 Exeunt., bearing of Anthonies body.
 Enter Caesar, Agrippa, Dollabella, Menas, with his Counsell of
   Caesar. Go to him Dollabella, bid him yeeld,
 Being so frustrate, tell him,
 He mockes the pawses that he makes
    Dol. Caesar, I shall.
 Enter Decretas with the sword of Anthony.
   Caes Wherefore is that? And what art thou that dar'st
 Appeare thus to vs?
   Dec. I am call'd Decretas,
 Marke Anthony I seru'd, who best was worthie
 Best to be seru'd: whil'st he stood vp, and spoke
 He was my Master, and I wore my life
 To spend vpon his haters. If thou please
 To take me to thee, as I was to him,
 Ile be to Caesar: if y pleasest not, I yeild thee vp my life
    Caesar. What is't thou say'st?
   Dec. I say (Oh Caesar) Anthony is dead
    Caesar. The breaking of so great a thing, should make
 A greater cracke. The round World
 Should haue shooke Lyons into ciuill streets,
 And Cittizens to their dennes. The death of Anthony
 Is not a single doome, in the name lay
 A moity of the world
    Dec. He is dead Caesar,
 Not by a publike minister of Iustice,
 Nor by a hyred Knife, but that selfe-hand
 Which writ his Honor in the Acts it did,
 Hath with the Courage which the heart did lend it,
 Splitted the heart. This is his Sword,
 I robb'd his wound of it: behold it stain'd
 With his most Noble blood
    Caes Looke you sad Friends,
 The Gods rebuke me, but it is Tydings
 To wash the eyes of Kings
    Dol. And strange it is,
 That Nature must compell vs to lament
 Our most persisted deeds
    Mec. His taints and Honours, wag'd equal with him
    Dola. A Rarer spirit neuer
 Did steere humanity: but you Gods will giue vs
 Some faults to make vs men. Caesar is touch'd
    Mec. When such a spacious Mirror's set before him,
 He needes must see him selfe
    Caesar. Oh Anthony,
 I haue followed thee to this, but we do launch
 Diseases in our Bodies. I must perforce
 Haue shewne to thee such a declining day,
 Or looke on thine: we could not stall together,
 In the whole world. But yet let me lament
 With teares as Soueraigne as the blood of hearts,
 That thou my Brother, my Competitor,
 In top of all designe; my Mate in Empire,
 Friend and Companion in the front of Warre,
 The Arme of mine owne Body, and the Heart
 Where mine his thoughts did kindle; that our Starres
 Vnreconciliable, should diuide our equalnesse to this.
 Heare me good Friends,
 But I will tell you at some meeter Season,
 The businesse of this man lookes out of him,
 Wee'l heare him what he sayes.
 Enter an aegyptian.
 Whence are you?
   aegyp. A poore Egyptian yet, the Queen my mistris
 Confin'd in all, she has her Monument
 Of thy intents, desires, instruction,
 That she preparedly may frame her selfe
 To'th' way shee's forc'd too
    Caesar. Bid her haue good heart,
 She soone shall know of vs, by some of ours,
 How honourable, and how kindely Wee
 Determine for her. For Caesar cannot leaue to be vngentle
   aegypt. So the Gods preserue thee.
   Caes Come hither Proculeius. Go and say
 We purpose her no shame: giue her what comforts
 The quality of her passion shall require;
 Least in her greatnesse, by some mortall stroke
 She do defeate vs. For her life in Rome,
 Would be eternall in our Triumph: Go,
 And with your speediest bring vs what she sayes,
 And how you finde of her
    Pro. Caesar I shall.
 Exit Proculeius.
   Caes Gallus, go you along: where's Dolabella, to second
   All. Dolabella
    Caes Let him alone: for I remember now
 How hee's imployd: he shall in time be ready.
 Go with me to my Tent, where you shall see
 How hardly I was drawne into this Warre,
 How calme and gentle I proceeded still
 In all my Writings. Go with me, and see
 What I can shew in this.
 Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.
   Cleo. My desolation does begin to make
 A better life: Tis paltry to be Caesar:
 Not being Fortune, hee's but Fortunes knaue,
 A minister of her will: and it is great
 To do that thing that ends all other deeds,
 Which shackles accedents, and bolts vp change;
 Which sleepes, and neuer pallates more the dung,
 The beggers Nurse, and Caesars.
 Enter Proculeius.
   Pro. Caesar sends greeting to the Queene of Egypt,
 And bids thee study on what faire demands
 Thou mean'st to haue him grant thee
    Cleo. What's thy name?
   Pro. My name is Proculeius
    Cleo. Anthony
 Did tell me of you, bad me trust you, but
 I do not greatly care to be deceiu'd
 That haue no vse for trusting. If your Master
 Would haue a Queene his begger, you must tell him,
 That Maiesty to keepe decorum, must
 No lesse begge then a Kingdome: If he please
 To giue me conquer'd Egypt for my Sonne,
 He giues me so much of mine owne, as I
 Will kneele to him with thankes
    Pro. Be of good cheere:
 Y'are falne into a Princely hand, feare nothing,
 Make your full reference freely to my Lord,
 Who is so full of Grace, that it flowes ouer
 On all that neede. Let me report to him
 Your sweet dependancie, and you shall finde
 A Conqueror that will pray in ayde for kindnesse,
 Where he for grace is kneel'd too
    Cleo. Pray you tell him,
 I am his Fortunes Vassall, and I send him
 The Greatnesse he has got. I hourely learne
 A Doctrine of Obedience, and would gladly
 Looke him i'th' Face
    Pro. This Ile report (deere Lady)
 Haue comfort, for I know your plight is pittied
 Of him that caus'd it
    Pro. You see how easily she may be surpriz'd:
 Guard her till Caesar come
    Iras. Royall Queene
    Char. Oh Cleopatra, thou art taken Queene
    Cleo. Quicke, quicke, good hands
    Pro. Hold worthy Lady, hold:
 Doe not your selfe such wrong, who are in this
 Releeu'd, but not betraid
    Cleo. What of death too that rids our dogs of languish
   Pro. Cleopatra, do not abuse my Masters bounty, by
 Th' vndoing of your selfe: Let the World see
 His Noblenesse well acted, which your death
 Will neuer let come forth
    Cleo. Where art thou Death?
 Come hither come; Come, come, and take a Queene
 Worth many Babes and Beggers
    Pro. Oh temperance Lady
    Cleo. Sir, I will eate no meate, Ile not drinke sir,
 If idle talke will once be necessary
 Ile not sleepe neither. This mortall house Ile ruine,
 Do Caesar what he can. Know sir, that I
 Will not waite pinnion'd at your Masters Court,
 Nor once be chastic'd with the sober eye
 Of dull Octauia. Shall they hoyst me vp,
 And shew me to the showting Varlotarie
 Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt.
 Be gentle graue vnto me, rather on Nylus mudde
 Lay me starke-nak'd, and let the water-Flies
 Blow me into abhorring; rather make
 My Countries high pyramides my Gibbet,
 And hang me vp in Chaines
    Pro. You do extend
 These thoughts of horror further then you shall
 Finde cause in Caesar.
 Enter Dolabella.
   Dol. Proculeius,
 What thou hast done, thy Master Caesar knowes,
 And he hath sent for thee: for the Queene,
 Ile take her to my Guard
    Pro. So Dolabella,
 It shall content me best: Be gentle to her,
 To Caesar I will speake, what you shall please,
 If you'l imploy me to him.
 Exit Proculeius
   Cleo. Say, I would dye
    Dol. Most Noble Empresse, you haue heard of me
    Cleo. I cannot tell
    Dol. Assuredly you know me
    Cleo. No matter sir, what I haue heard or knowne:
 You laugh when Boyes or Women tell their Dreames,
 Is't not your tricke?
   Dol. I vnderstand not, Madam
    Cleo. I dreampt there was an Emperor Anthony.
 Oh such another sleepe, that I might see
 But such another man
    Dol. If it might please ye
    Cleo. His face was as the Heau'ns, and therein stucke
 A Sunne and Moone, which kept their course, & lighted
 The little o'th' earth
    Dol. Most Soueraigne Creature
    Cleo. His legges bestrid the Ocean, his rear'd arme
 Crested the world: His voyce was propertied
 As all the tuned Spheres, and that to Friends:
 But when he meant to quaile, and shake the Orbe,
 He was as ratling Thunder. For his Bounty,
 There was no winter in't. An Anthony it was,
 That grew the more by reaping: His delights
 Were Dolphin-like, they shew'd his backe aboue
 The Element they liu'd in: In his Liuery
 Walk'd Crownes and Crownets: Realms & Islands were
 As plates dropt from his pocket
    Dol. Cleopatra
    Cleo. Thinke you there was, or might be such a man
 As this I dreampt of?
   Dol. Gentle Madam, no
    Cleo. You Lye vp to the hearing of the Gods:
 But if there be, not euer were one such
 It's past the size of dreaming: Nature wants stuffe
 To vie strange formes with fancie, yet t' imagine
 An Anthony were Natures peece, 'gainst Fancie,
 Condemning shadowes quite
    Dol. Heare me, good Madam:
 Your losse is as your selfe, great; and you beare it
 As answering to the waight, would I might neuer
 Ore-take pursu'de successe: But I do feele
 By the rebound of yours, a greefe that suites
 My very heart at roote
    Cleo. I thanke you sir:
 Know you what Caesar meanes to do with me?
   Dol. I am loath to tell you what, I would you knew
    Cleo. Nay pray you sir
    Dol. Though he be Honourable
    Cleo. Hee'l leade me then in Triumph
    Dol. Madam he will, I know't.
 Enter Proculeius, Caesar, Gallus, Mecenas, and others of his
   All. Make way there Caesar
    Caes Which is the Queene of Egypt
    Dol. It is the Emperor Madam.
 Cleo. kneeles.
   Caesar. Arise, you shall not kneele:
 I pray you rise, rise Egypt
    Cleo. Sir, the Gods will haue it thus,
 My Master and my Lord I must obey,
   Caesar. Take to you no hard thoughts,
 The Record of what iniuries you did vs,
 Though written in our flesh, we shall remember
 As things but done by chance
    Cleo. Sole Sir o'th' World,
 I cannot proiect mine owne cause so well
 To make it cleare, but do confesse I haue
 Bene laden with like frailties, which before
 Haue often sham'd our Sex
    Caesar. Cleopatra know,
 We will extenuate rather then inforce:
 If you apply your selfe to our intents,
 Which towards you are most gentle, you shall finde
 A benefit in this change: but if you seeke
 To lay on me a Cruelty, by taking
 Anthonies course, you shall bereaue your selfe
 Of my good purposes, and put your children
 To that destruction which Ile guard them from,
 If thereon you relye. Ile take my leaue
    Cleo. And may through all the world: tis yours, & we
 your Scutcheons, and your signes of Conquest shall
 Hang in what place you please. Here my good Lord
    Caesar. You shall aduise me in all for Cleopatra
    Cleo. This is the breefe: of Money, Plate, & Iewels
 I am possest of, 'tis exactly valewed,
 Not petty things admitted. Where's Seleucus?
   Seleu. Heere Madam
    Cleo. This is my Treasurer, let him speake (my Lord)
 Vpon his perill, that I haue reseru'd
 To my selfe nothing. Speake the truth Seleucus
    Seleu. Madam, I had rather seele my lippes,
 Then to my perill speake that which is not
    Cleo. What haue I kept backe
    Sel. Enough to purchase what you haue made known
   Caesar. Nay blush not Cleopatra, I approue
 Your Wisedome in the deede
    Cleo. See Caesar: Oh behold,
 How pompe is followed: Mine will now be yours,
 And should we shift estates, yours would be mine.
 The ingratitude of this Seleucus, does
 Euen make me wilde. Oh Slaue, of no more trust
 Then loue that's hyr'd? What goest thou backe, y shalt
 Go backe I warrant thee: but Ile catch thine eyes
 Though they had wings. Slaue, Soule-lesse, Villain, Dog.
 O rarely base!
   Caesar. Good Queene, let vs intreat you
    Cleo. O Caesar, what a wounding shame is this,
 That thou vouchsafing heere to visit me,
 Doing the Honour of thy Lordlinesse
 To one so meeke, that mine owne Seruant should
 Parcell the summe of my disgraces, by
 Addition of his Enuy. Say (good Caesar)
 That I some Lady trifles haue reseru'd,
 Immoment toyes, things of such Dignitie
 As we greet moderne Friends withall, and say
 Some Nobler token I haue kept apart
 For Liuia and Octauia, to induce
 Their mediation, must I be vnfolded
 With one that I haue bred: The Gods! it smites me
 Beneath the fall I haue. Prythee go hence,
 Or I shall shew the Cynders of my spirits
 Through th' Ashes of my chance: Wer't thou a man,
 Thou would'st haue mercy on me
    Caesar. Forbeare Seleucus
    Cleo. Be it known, that we the greatest are mis-thoght
 For things that others do: and when we fall,
 We answer others merits, in our name
 Are therefore to be pittied
    Caesar. Cleopatra,
 Not what you haue reseru'd, nor what acknowledg'd
 Put we i'th' Roll of Conquest: still bee't yours,
 Bestow it at your pleasure, and beleeue
 Caesars no Merchant, to make prize with you
 Of things that Merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd,
 Make not your thoughts your prisons: No deere Queen,
 For we intend so to dispose you, as
 Your selfe shall giue vs counsell: Feede, and sleepe:
 Our care and pitty is so much vpon you,
 That we remaine your Friend, and so adieu
    Cleo. My Master, and my Lord
    Caesar. Not so: Adieu.
 Flourish. Exeunt Caesar, and his Traine.
   Cleo. He words me Gyrles, he words me,
 That I should not be Noble to my selfe.
 But hearke thee Charmian
    Iras. Finish good Lady, the bright day is done,
 And we are for the darke
    Cleo. Hye thee againe,
 I haue spoke already, and it is prouided,
 Go put it to the haste
    Char. Madam, I will.
 Enter Dolabella.
   Dol. Where's the Queene?
   Char. Behold sir
    Cleo. Dolabella
    Dol. Madam, as thereto sworne, by your command
 (Which my loue makes Religion to obey)
 I tell you this: Caesar through Syria
 Intends his iourney, and within three dayes,
 You with your Children will he send before,
 Make your best vse of this. I haue perform'd
 Your pleasure, and my promise
    Cleo. Dolabella, I shall remaine your debter
    Dol. I your Seruant:
 Adieu good Queene, I must attend on Caesar.
   Cleo. Farewell, and thankes.
 Now Iras, what think'st thou?
 Thou, an Egyptian Puppet shall be shewne
 In Rome aswell as I: Mechanicke Slaues
 With greazie Aprons, Rules, and Hammers shall
 Vplift vs to the view. In their thicke breathes,
 Ranke of grosse dyet, shall we be enclowded,
 And forc'd to drinke their vapour
    Iras. The Gods forbid
    Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certaine Iras: sawcie Lictors
 Will catch at vs like Strumpets, and scald Rimers
 Ballads vs out a Tune. The quicke Comedians
 Extemporally will stage vs, and present
 Our Alexandrian Reuels: Anthony
 Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
 Some squeaking Cleopatra Boy my greatnesse
 I'th' posture of a Whore
    Iras. O the good Gods!
   Cleo. Nay that's certaine
    Iras. Ile neuer see't? for I am sure mine Nailes
 Are stronger then mine eyes
    Cleo. Why that's the way to foole their preparation,
 And to conquer their most absurd intents.
 Enter Charmian.
 Now Charmian.
 Shew me my Women like a Queene: Go fetch
 My best Attyres. I am againe for Cidrus,
 To meete Marke Anthony. Sirra Iras, go
 (Now Noble Charmian, wee'l dispatch indeede,)
 And when thou hast done this chare, Ile giue thee leaue
 To play till Doomesday: bring our Crowne, and all.
 A noise within.
 Wherefore's this noise?
 Enter a Guardsman.
   Gards. Heere is a rurall Fellow,
 That will not be deny'de your Highnesse presence,
 He brings you Figges
    Cleo. Let him come in.
 Exit Guardsman.
 What poore an Instrument
 May do a Noble deede: he brings me liberty:
 My Resolution's plac'd, and I haue nothing
 Of woman in me: Now from head to foote
 I am Marble constant: now the fleeting Moone
 No Planet is of mine.
 Enter Guardsman, and Clowne.
   Guards. This is the man
    Cleo. Auoid, and leaue him.
 Exit Guardsman.
 Hast thou the pretty worme of Nylus there,
 That killes and paines not?
   Clow. Truly I haue him: but I would not be the partie
 that should desire you to touch him, for his byting is
 immortall: those that doe dye of it, doe seldome or neuer
    Cleo. Remember'st thou any that haue dyed on't?
   Clow. Very many, men and women too. I heard of
 one of them no longer then yesterday, a very honest woman,
 but something giuen to lye, as a woman should not
 do, but in the way of honesty, how she dyed of the byting
 of it, what paine she felt: Truely, she makes a verie
 good report o'th' worme: but he that wil beleeue all that
 they say, shall neuer be saued by halfe that they do: but
 this is most falliable, the Worme's an odde Worme
    Cleo. Get thee hence, farewell
    Clow. I wish you all ioy of the Worme
    Cleo. Farewell
    Clow. You must thinke this (looke you,) that the
 Worme will do his kinde
    Cleo. I, I, farewell
    Clow. Looke you, the Worme is not to bee trusted,
 but in the keeping of wise people: for indeede, there is
 no goodnesse in the Worme
    Cleo. Take thou no care, it shall be heeded
    Clow. Very good: giue it nothing I pray you, for it
 is not worth the feeding
    Cleo. Will it eate me?
   Clow. You must not think I am so simple, but I know
 the diuell himselfe will not eate a woman: I know, that
 a woman is a dish for the Gods, if the diuell dresse her
 not. But truly, these same whorson diuels doe the Gods
 great harme in their women: for in euery tenne that they
 make, the diuels marre fiue
    Cleo. Well, get thee gone, farewell
    Clow. Yes forsooth: I wish you ioy o'th' worm.
   Cleo. Giue me my Robe, put on my Crowne, I haue
 Immortall longings in me. Now no more
 The iuyce of Egypts Grape shall moyst this lip.
 Yare, yare, good Iras; quicke: Me thinkes I heare
 Anthony call: I see him rowse himselfe
 To praise my Noble Act. I heare him mock
 The lucke of Caesar, which the Gods giue men
 To excuse their after wrath. Husband, I come:
 Now to that name, my Courage proue my Title.
 I am Fire, and Ayre; my other Elements
 I giue to baser life. So, haue you done?
 Come then, and take the last warmth of my Lippes.
 Farewell kinde Charmian, Iras, long farewell.
 Haue I the Aspicke in my lippes? Dost fall?
 If thou, and Nature can so gently part,
 The stroke of death is as a Louers pinch,
 Which hurts, and is desir'd. Dost thou lye still?
 If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world,
 It is not worth leaue-taking
    Char. Dissolue thicke clowd, & Raine, that I may say
 The Gods themselues do weepe
    Cleo. This proues me base:
 If she first meete the Curled Anthony,
 Hee'l make demand of her, and spend that kisse
 Which is my heauen to haue. Come thou mortal wretch,
 With thy sharpe teeth this knot intrinsicate,
 Of life at once vntye: Poore venomous Foole,
 Be angry, and dispatch. Oh could'st thou speake,
 That I might heare thee call great Caesar Asse, vnpolicied
    Char. Oh Easterne Starre
    Cleo. Peace, peace:
 Dost thou not see my Baby at my breast,
 That suckes the Nurse asleepe
    Char. O breake! O breake!
   Cleo. As sweet as Balme, as soft as Ayre, as gentle.
 O Anthony! Nay I will take thee too.
 What should I stay-
   Char. In this wilde World? So fare thee well:
 Now boast thee Death, in thy possession lyes
 A Lasse vnparalell'd. Downie Windowes cloze,
 And golden Phoebus, neuer be beheld
 Of eyes againe so Royall: your Crownes away,
 Ile mend it, and then play-
 Enter the Guard rustling in; and Dolabella.
   1.Guard. Where's the Queene?
   Char. Speake softly, wake her not
    1 Caesar hath sent
   Char. Too slow a Messenger.
 Oh come apace, dispatch, I partly feele thee
    1 Approach hoa,
 All's not well: Caesar's beguild
    2 There's Dolabella sent from Caesar: call him
    1 What worke is heere Charmian?
 Is this well done?
   Char. It is well done, and fitting for a Princesse
 Descended of so many Royall Kings.
 Ah Souldier.
 Charmian dyes.
 Enter Dolabella.
   Dol. How goes it heere?
   2.Guard. All dead
    Dol. Caesar, thy thoughts
 Touch their effects in this: Thy selfe art comming
 To see perform'd the dreaded Act which thou
 So sought'st to hinder.
 Enter Caesar and all his Traine, marching.
   All. A way there, a way for Caesar
    Dol. Oh sir, you are too sure an Augurer:
 That you did feare, is done
    Caesar. Brauest at the last,
 She leuell'd at our purposes, and being Royall
 Tooke her owne way: the manner of their deaths,
 I do not see them bleede
    Dol. Who was last with them?
   1.Guard. A simple Countryman, that broght hir Figs:
 This was his Basket
    Caesar. Poyson'd then
    1.Guard. Oh Caesar:
 This Charmian liu'd but now, she stood and spake:
 I found her trimming vp the Diadem;
 On her dead Mistris tremblingly she stood,
 And on the sodaine dropt
    Caesar. Oh Noble weakenesse:
 If they had swallow'd poyson, 'twould appeare
 By externall swelling: but she lookes like sleepe,
 As she would catch another Anthony
 In her strong toyle of Grace
    Dol. Heere on her brest,
 There is a vent of Bloud, and something blowne,
 The like is on her Arme
    1.Guard. This is an Aspickes traile,
 And these Figge-leaues haue slime vpon them, such
 As th' Aspicke leaues vpon the Caues of Nyle
    Caesar. Most probable
 That so she dyed: for her Physitian tels mee
 She hath pursu'de Conclusions infinite
 Of easie wayes to dye. Take vp her bed,
 And beare her Women from the Monument,
 She shall be buried by her Anthony.
 No Graue vpon the earth shall clip in it
 A payre so famous: high euents as these
 Strike those that make them: and their Story is
 No lesse in pitty, then his Glory which
 Brought them to be lamented. Our Army shall
 In solemne shew, attend this Funerall,
 And then to Rome. Come Dolabella, see
 High Order, in this great Solemnity.
 Exeunt. omnes
 FINIS. THE TRAGEDIE OF Anthonie, and Cleopatra.

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