Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)
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Anthony and Cleopatra.
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¶Cleo. Why that's the way to foole their preparation,
¶
Enter Charmian.
¶Now Charmian.
¶Shew me my Women like a Queene: Go fetch
¶My best Attyres. I am againe for Cidrus,
3475To 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._
3480Wherefore's this noise?
¶
Enter a Guardsman.
¶Gards. Heere is a rurall Fellow,
¶He brings you Figges.
¶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
3490I am Marble constant: now the fleeting Moone
¶No Planet is of mine.
¶
Enter Guardsman, and Clowne.
¶Guards. This is the man.
3495Hast thou the pretty worme of Nylus there,
¶That killes and paines not?
¶Clow. Truly I haue him: but I would not be the par-
3500uer recouer.
¶Clow. Very many, men and women too. I heard of
¶good report o'th'worme: but he that wil beleeue all that
¶this is most falliable, the Worme's an odde Worme.
3510Cleo. Get thee hence, farewell.
¶Cleo. Farewell.
¶Worme will do his kinde.
3515Cleo. I, I, farewell.
¶but in the keeping of wise people: for indeede, there is
3520Clow. Very good: giue it nothing I pray you, for it
¶is not worth the feeding.
¶Cleo. Will it eate me?
¶the diuell himselfe will not eate a woman: I know, that
¶great harme in their women: for in euery tenne that they
¶make, the diuels marre fiue.
¶Cleo. Well, get thee gone, farewell.
¶Cleo. Giue me my Robe, put on my Crowne, I haue
¶Immortall longings in me. Now no more
¶Yare, yare, good Iras; quicke: Me thinkes I heare
¶To praise my Noble Act. I heare him mock
¶The lucke of Cæsar, which the Gods giue men
¶To excuse their after wrath. Husband, I come:
¶Now to that name, my Courage proue my Title.
3540I 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.
3545If thou, and Nature can so gently part,
¶The stroke of death is as a Louers pinch,
¶It is not worth leaue-taking.
¶The Gods themselues do weepe.
3555Which is my heauen to haue. Come thou mortal wretch,
¶Of life at once vntye: Poore venomous Foole,
¶Cleo. Peace, peace:
¶Char. O breake! O breake!
¶O Anthony! Nay I will take thee too.
Dyes.
¶Char. In this wilde World? So fare thee well:
¶And golden Phœbus, neuer be beheld
¶Of eyes againe so Royall: your Crownes away,
¶Ile mend it, and then play---
¶
Enter the Guard rustling in, and Dolabella.
35751 Guard. Where's the Queene?
¶Oh come apace, dispatch, I partly feele thee.
35801 Approach hoa,
¶All's not well: Cæsar's beguild.
¶1 What worke is heere Charmian?
¶Is this well done?
¶Ah Souldier.
Charmian dyes.
¶
Enter Dolabella.
¶Dol. How goes it heere?
35902. Guard. All dead.
¶Touch their effects in this: Thy selfe art comming
¶To see perform'd the dreaded Act which thou
3595
Enter Cæsar and all his Traine, marching.
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Dol.
