Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)
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Anthony and Cleopatra.
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¶Pom. I thinke th'art mad: the matter?
¶Men. I haue euer held my cap off to thy Fortunes.
¶Keepe off, them for you sinke.
¶Men. Wilt thou be Lord of all the world?
¶Men. Wilt thou be Lord of the whole world?
1405That's twice.
¶Men. But entertaine it, and though thou thinke me
¶poore, I am the man will giue thee all the world.
1410Men. 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?
¶And when we are put off, fall to their throates:
¶All there is thine.
1420And not haue spoke on't. In me 'tis villanie,
¶'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,
1425I should haue found it afterwards well done,
¶Men. For this, Ile neuer follow
¶Thy paul'd Fortunes more,
¶Who seekes and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd,
1430Shall neuer finde it more.
¶Pom. This health to Lepidus.
¶Ile pledge it for him Pompey.
¶Eno. Heere's to thee Menas.
1435Men. Enobarbus, welcome.
¶Pom. Fill till the cup be hid.
¶Men. Why?
1440not?
¶Men. The third part, then he is drunk: would it were
¶all, that it might go on wheeles.
¶Men Come.
¶Heere's to Cæsar.
¶when I wash my braine, and it grow fouler.
1450Ant. Be a Child o'th'time.
¶the Egyptian Backenals, and celebrate our drinke?
1455Pom. Let's ha't good Souldier.
¶Ant. Come, let's all take hands,
¶In soft and delicate Lethe.
¶Eno. All take hands:
1460Make battery to our eares with the loud Musicke,
¶The holding euery man shall beate as loud,
¶
Musicke Playes. Enobarbus places them hand in hand.
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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.1470Cup vs till the world go round,¶Cup vs till the world go round.
¶Cæsar. What would you more?
¶Pompey goodnight. Good Brother
1475Frownes 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
¶Antickt vs all. What needs more words? goodnight.
1480Good Anthony your hand.
¶But what, we are Friends?
1485Come downe into the Boate.
¶No to my Cabin: these Drummes,
¶These Trumpets, Flutes: what
¶Let Neptune heare, we bid aloud farewell
¶
Sound a Flourish with Drummes.
¶
Enter Ventidius as it were in triumph, the dead body of Paco-
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rus borne before him.
¶Make me reuenger. Beare the Kings Sonnes body,
¶Before our Army, thy Pacorus Orades,
¶Romaine. Noble Ventidius,
¶Whil'st yet with Parthian blood thy Sword is warme,
¶The Fugitiue Parthians follow. Spurre through Media,
1505The 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
1510May 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.
¶Cæsar and Anthony, haue euer wonne
1515One 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
¶Then gaine, which darkens him.
¶I could do more to do Anthonius good,
¶But 'twould offend him. And in his offence,
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