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Author: William Shakespeare
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Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)


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The Tragedie of

He shall not heare thee, or from sars Campe,
Say I am none of thine.
Ant. What sayest thou?
2565Sold. Sir he is with sar.
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,
2570Detaine 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.
Exit

2575
Flourish. Enter Agrippa, Cæsar, with Enobarbus,
and Dollabella.

s. Go forth Agrippa, and begin the fight:
Our will is Anthony be tooke aliue:
Make it so knowne.
2580Agrip. sar, I shall.
sar. 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.
2585Mes. Anthony is come into the Field.
s. Go charge Agrippa,
Plant those that haue reuolted in the Vant,
That Anthony may seeme to spend his Fury
Vpon himselfe.
Exeunt.
2590Enob. Alexas did reuolt, and went to Iewrij on
Affaires of Anthony, there did disswade
Great Herod to incline himselfe to sar,
And leaue his Master Anthony. For this paines,
sar hath hang'd him: Camindius and the rest
2595That fell away, haue entertainment, but
No honourable trust: I haue done ill,
Of which I do accuse my selfe so forely,
That I will ioy no more.
Enter a Soldier of Cæsars.
2600Sol. 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.
2605Eno. 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
2610Continues still a Ioue.
Exit
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
2615Thou 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
2620My latter part of life.
Exit.
Alarum, Drummes and Trumpets.
Enter Agrippa.
Agrip Retire, we haue engag'd our selues too farre:
sar himselfe ha's worke, and our oppression
2625Exceeds what we expected.
Exit.

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
2630With clowtsabout 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.
2635Scar. 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.
2640Scar. 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
2645For thy good valour. Come thee on.
Scar. Ile halt after.
Exeunt

Alarum. Enter Anthony againe in a March.
Scarrus, with others.

Ant. We haue beate him to his Campe: Runne one
2650Before, & 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
2655Each 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.
2660
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
2665Through 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.
2670Ant. 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
2675Get 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.
2680Cleo. Ile giue thee Friend
An Armour all of Gold: it was a Kings.
Ant. He has deseru'd it, were it Carbunkled
Like holy Phœbus Carre. Giue me thy hand,
Through Alexandria make a iolly March,
2685Beare 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