Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)
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Anthony and Cleopatra.
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¶Of youth vpon him: from which, the world should note
¶Something particular: His Coine, Ships, Legions,
¶As i'th'Command of Cæsar. I dare him therefore
¶To lay his gay Comparisons a-part,
¶Our selues alone: Ile write it: Follow me.
¶A parcell of their Fortunes, and things outward
¶Do draw the inward quality after them
¶His iudgement too.
¶
Enter a Seruant.
¶Cleo. What no more Ceremony? See my Women,
¶That kneel'd vnto the Buds. Admit him sir.
2200The 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.
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Enter Thidias.
¶Thid. Heare it apart.
¶Thid. So haply are they Friends to Anthony.
¶Will leape to be his Friend: For vs you know,
¶Further then he is Cæsars.
¶Cleo. Go on, right Royall.
¶Thid. He knowes that you embrace not Anthony
¶As you did loue, but as you feared him.
2220Cleo. Oh.
¶Not as deserued.
¶Cleo. He is a God,
2225And knowes what is most right. Mine Honour
¶Was not yeelded, but conquer'd meerely.
2230Thy deerest quit thee.
Exit Enob._
¶What you require of him: for he partly begges
2235To leane vpon. But it would warme his spirits
¶To heare from me you had left Anthony,
¶Cleo. What's your name?
¶Thid. My name is Thidias.
¶To lay my Crowne at's feete, and there to kneele.
¶Tell him, from his all-obeying breath, I heare
2245The doome of Egypt.
¶Wisedome and Fortune combatting together,
¶If that the former dare but what it can,
¶No chance may shake it. Giue me grace to lay
2250My dutie on your hand.
¶(When he hath mus'd of taking kingdomes in)
¶Bestow'd his lips on that vnworthy place,
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Enter Anthony and Enobarbus.
¶Thid. One that but performes
¶To haue command obey'd.
2260Eno. You will be whipt.
¶Ant. Approch there: ah you Kite. Now Gods & diuels
¶Authority melts from me of late. When I cried hoa,
¶And cry, your will. Haue you no eares?
2265I 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,
2270Whip him: wer't twenty of the greatest Tributaries
¶Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him Fellowes,
¶Till like a Boy you see him crindge his face,
2275And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.
¶Thid. Marke Anthony.
¶Ant. Tugge him away: being whipt
¶Beare vs an arrant to him.
Exeunt with Thidius.
2280You 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?
2285Cleo. Good my Lord.
¶Ant. You haue beene a boggeler euer,
¶In our owne filth, drop our cleare iudgements, make vs
2290Adore our errors, laugh at's while we strut
¶To our confusion.
¶Cleo. Oh, is't come to this?
¶Dead Cæsars Trencher: Nay, you were a Fragment
2295Of Gneius Pompeyes, besides what hotter houres
¶Vnregistred in vulgar Fame, you haue
¶You know not what it is.
2300Cleo. 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
2305Vpon the hill of Basan, to out-roare
¶And to proclaime it ciuilly, were like
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