Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)
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Enter Enobarbus, Lamprius, a Southsayer, Rannius, Lucilli-
¶that you prais'd so to'th'Queene? Oh that I knewe this
¶Garlands.
¶Sooth. Your will?
¶Sooth. In Natures infinite booke of Secrecie, a little I
¶can read.
90Alex. Shew him your hand.
¶Enob. Bring in the Banket quickly: Wine enough,
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¶Cleopatra's health to drinke.
¶Char. Wrinkles forbid.
¶Char. I had rather heate my Liuer with drinking.
¶Alex. Nay, heare him.
¶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
¶Char. Oh excellent, I loue long life better then Figs.
¶tune, then that which is to approach.
115Prythee how many Boyes and Wenches must I haue.
¶tell euery wish, a Million.
¶Char. Out Foole, I forgiue thee for a Witch.
120your wishes.
¶Char. Nay come, tell Iras hers.
¶Alex. Wee'l know all our Fortunes.
¶be drunke to bed.
¶mine.
¶Char. Nay, if an oyly Palme bee not a fruitfull Prog-
¶but a worky day Fortune.
¶Sooth. Your Fortunes are alike.
¶Iras. But how, but how, giue me particulars.
¶Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better
¶then I: where would you choose it.
140Alexas. Come, his Fortune, his Fortune. Oh let him
¶his graue, fifty-fold a Cuckold. Good Isis heare me this
145Prayer, though thou denie me a matter of more waight:
150foule Knaue vncuckolded: Therefore deere Isis keep de-
¶corum, 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
155they'ld doo't.
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Enter Cleopatra.
¶Char. Not he, the Queene.
¶Cleo. Saue you, my Lord.
160Enob. No Lady.
¶Cleo. Was he not heere?
¶Char. No Madam.
¶A Romane thought hath strooke him.
165Enobarbus?
¶Enob. Madam.
¶Cleo. Seeke him, and bring him hither: wher's Alexias?
¶My Lord approaches.
170
Enter Anthony, with a Messenger.
¶Cleo. We will not looke vpon him:
¶Go with vs.
Exeunt.
¶Messen. Fuluia thy Wife,
¶First came into the Field.
¶And the times state
180Vpon the first encounter draue them.
¶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,
185Who tels me true, though in his Tale lye death,
¶I heare him as he flatter'd.
¶Hath with his Parthian Force
¶Extended Asia: from Euphrates his conquering
190Banner shooke, from Syria to Lydia,
¶And to Ionia, whil'st---
¶Mes. Oh my Lord.
¶Ant. Speake to me home,
195Mince not the generall tongue, name
¶Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome:
¶Raile thou in Fuluia's phrase, and taunt my faults
¶Haue power to vtter. Oh then we bring forth weeds,
200When our quicke windes lye still, and our illes told vs
¶Is as our earing: fare thee well awhile.
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Enter another Messenger.
¶Ant. From Scicion how the newes? Speake there.
2051. Mes. The man from Scicion,
¶Is there such an one?
¶Ant. Let him appeare:
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Enter another Messenger with a Letter.
¶What are you?
¶3. Mes. Fuluia thy wife is dead.
¶Importeth thee to know, this beares.
¶Antho. Forbeare me
¶There's a great Spirit gone, thus did I desire it:
220What our contempts doth often hurle from vs,
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¶By reuolution lowring, does become
¶The hand could plucke her backe, that shou'd her on.
225I must from this enchanting Queene breake off,
¶Ten thousand harmes, more then the illes I know
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Enter Enobarbus.
¶How now Enobarbus.
¶parture death's the word.
¶It were pitty to cast them away for nothing, though be-
¶farre poorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death,
¶a celerity in dying.
¶but the finest part of pure Loue. We cannot cal her winds
¶and Tempests then Almanackes can report. This cannot
250as well as Ioue.
¶peece of worke, which not to haue beene blest withall,
¶would haue discredited your Trauaile.
255Ant. Fuluia is dead.
¶Eno. Sir.
¶Ant. Fuluia is dead.
¶Eno. Fuluia?
¶Ant. Dead.
¶when it pleaseth their Deities to take the wife of a man
¶from him, it shewes to man the Tailors of the earth: com-
¶forting therein, that when olde Robes are worne out,
¶there are members to make new. If there were no more
265Women but Fuluia, then had you indeede a cut, and the
¶lation, your old Smocke brings foorth a new Petticoate,
¶aud indeed the teares liue in an Onion, that should water
¶this sorrow.
¶Cannot endure my absence.
¶not be without you, especially that of Cleopatra's, which
¶wholly depends on your abode.
¶Let our Officers
¶The cause of our Expedience to the Queene,
¶And get her loue to part. For not alone
280The death of Fuluia, with more vrgent touches
¶Of many our contriuing Friends in Rome,
¶Petition vs at home. Sextus Pompeius
¶Haue giuen the dare to Cæsar, and commands
285The Empire of the Sea. Our slippery people,
¶Pompey the great, and all his Dignities
¶Vpon his Sonne, who high in Name and Power,
290Higher 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,
¶Our quicke remoue from hence.
