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Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)
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360The Tragedie of
2563Say I am none of thine.
2567Ant. Is he gone?
2570Detaine no iot I charge thee: write to him,
2573To change a Master. Oh my Fortunes haue
2575Flourish. Enter Agrippa, Caesar, with Enobarbus,
2576and Dollabella.
2578Our will is Anthony be tooke aliue:
2579Make it so knowne.
2582Proue this a prosp'rous day, the three nook'd world
2583Shall beare the Oliue freely.
2584Enter a Messenger.
2585Mes. Anthony is come into the Field.
2586Caes. Go charge Agrippa,
2587Plant those that haue reuolted in the Vant,
2593And leaue his Master Anthony. For this paines,
2595That fell away, haue entertainment, but
2596No honourable trust: I haue done ill,
2598That I will ioy no more.
2599Enter a Soldier of Caesars.
2602His Bounty ouer-plus. The Messenger
2603Came on my guard, and at thy Tent is now
2604Vnloading of his Mules.
2605Eno. I giue it you.
2609Or would haue done't my selfe. Your Emperor
2611Enob. I am alone the Villaine of the earth,
2613Thou Mine of Bounty, how would'st thou haue payed
2614My better seruice, when my turpitude
2617Shall out-strike thought, but thought will doo't. I feele
2620My latter part of life. Exit.
2621 Alarum, Drummes and Trumpets.
2622Enter Agrippa.
2626 Alarums.
2627 Enter Anthony, and Scarrus wounded.
2628Scar. O my braue Emperor, this is fought indeed,
2632Scar. I had a wound heere that was like a T,
2633But now 'tis made an H.
2634Ant. They do retyre.
2637Enter Eros.
2639For a faire victory.
2641And snatch 'em vp, as we take Hares behinde,
2642'Tis sport to maul a Runner.
2643Ant. I will reward thee
2644Once for thy sprightly comfort, and ten-fold
2645For thy good valour. Come thee on.
2648Scarrus, with others.
2649Ant. We haue beate him to his Campe: Runne one
2650Before, & let the Queen know of our guests: to morrow
2652That ha's to day escap'd. I thanke you all,
2653For doughty handed are you, and haue fought
2656Enter the Citty, clip your Wiues, your Friends,
2657Tell them your feats, whil'st they with ioyfull teares
2659The Honour'd-gashes whole.
2660Enter Cleopatra.
2661Giue me thy hand,
2662To this great Faiery, Ile commend thy acts,
2663Make her thankes blesse thee. Oh thou day o'th'world,
2664Chaine mine arm'd necke, leape thou, Attyre and all
2665Through proofe of Harnesse to my heart, and there
2666Ride on the pants triumphing.
2667Cleo. Lord of Lords.
2669The worlds great snare vncaught.
2670Ant. Mine Nightingale,
2671We haue beate them to their Beds.
2672What Gyrle, though gray
2673Do somthing mingle with our yonger brown, yet ha we
2674A Braine that nourishes our Nerues, and can
2675Get gole for gole of youth. Behold this man,
2676Commend vnto his Lippes thy fauouring hand,
2677Kisse it my Warriour: He hath fought to day,
2678As if a God in hate of Mankinde, had
2680Cleo. Ile giue thee Friend
2681An Armour all of Gold: it was a Kings.
2683Like holy Phoebus Carre. Giue me thy hand,
2684Through Alexandria make a iolly March,
2685Beare our hackt Targets, like the men that owe them.
2686Had our great Pallace the capacity
2688And drinke Carowses to the next dayes Fate
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