Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)
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Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, Dollabella, Menas, with
¶his Counsell of Warre.
3110Cæsar. Go to him Dollabella, bid him yeeld,
¶He mockes the pawses that he makes.
¶
Enter Decretas with the sword of Anthony.
¶Appeare thus to vs?
¶Dec. I am call'd Decretas,
3120He was my Master, and I wore my life
¶To take me to thee, as I was to him,
¶A greater cracke. The round World
¶And Cittizens to their dennes. The death of Anthony
3130Is not a single doome, in the name lay
¶A moity of the world.
¶Nor by a hyred Knife, but that selfe-hand
3135Which writ his Honor in the Acts it did,
¶Hath with the Courage which the heart did lend it,
¶Splitted the heart. This is his Sword,
¶I robb'd his wound of it: behold it stain'd
¶With his most Noble blood.
¶The Gods rebuke me, but it is Tydings
¶To wash the eyes of Kings.
¶That Nature must compell vs to lament
¶Mec. His taints and Honours, wag'd equal with him.
¶Did steere humanity: but you Gods will giue vs
¶Some faults to make vs men. Cæsar is touch'd.
¶Cæsar. Oh Anthony,
¶I haue followed thee to this, but we do launch
¶Or looke on thine: we could not stall together,
¶In the whole world. But yet let me lament
¶With teares as Soueraigne as the blood of hearts,
¶That thou my Brother, my Competitor,
3160In top of all designe; my Mate in Empire,
¶Friend and Companion in the front of Warre,
¶The Arme of mine owne Body, and the Heart
¶Where mine his thoughts did kindle; that our Starres
3165Heare me good Friends,
¶Wee'l heare him what he sayes.
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Enter an Ægyptian.
3170Whence are you?
¶Confin'd in all, she has her Monument
3175To'th'way shee's forc'd too.
¶Cæsar. Bid her haue good heart,
¶How honourable, and how kindely Wee
¶Determine for her. For Cæsar cannot leaue to be vngentle
3185She do defeate vs. For her life in Rome,
¶Would be eternall in our Triumph: Go,
¶And how you finde of her.
¶cond Proculeius?
¶All. Dolabella.
¶Cæs. Let him alone: for I remember now
¶How hee's imployd: he shall in time be ready.
¶How hardly I was drawne into this Warre,
¶How calme and gentle I proceeded still
¶In all my Writings. Go with me, and see
¶What I can shew in this.
Exeunt.
