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  • Title: Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Randall Martin
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-433-2

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

    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.
    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.
    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.