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  • Title: Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Randall Martin

    • ISBN: 978-1-55058-433-2

    Copyright Randall Martin. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Randall Martin
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    Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)

    Anthony and Cleopatra. 343
    Cleo. I would I had thy inches, thou should'st know
    There were a heart in Egypt.
    Ant. Heare me Queene:
    The strong necessity of Time, commands
    355Our Seruicles a-while: but my full heart
    Remaines in vse with you. Our Italy,
    Shines o're with ciuill Swords; Sextus Pompeius
    Makes his approaches to the Port of Rome,
    Equality of two Domesticke powers,
    360Breed scrupulous faction: The hated growne to strength
    Are newly growne to Loue: The condemn'd Pompey,
    Rich in his Fathers Honor, creepes apace
    Into the hearts of such, as haue not thriued
    Vpon the present state, whose Numbers threaten,
    365And quietnesse growne sicke of rest, would purge
    By any desperate change: My more particular,
    And that which most with you should safe my going,
    Is Fuluias death.
    Cleo. Though age from folly could not giue me freedom
    370It does from childishnesse. Can Fuluia dye?
    Ant. She's dead my Queene.
    Looke heere, and at thy Soueraigne leysure read
    The Garboyles she awak'd: at the last, best,
    See when, and where shee died.
    375Cleo. O most false Loue!
    Where be the Sacred Violles thou should'st fill
    With sorrowfull water? Now I see, I see,
    In Fuluias death, how mine receiu'd shall be.
    Ant. Quarrell no more, but bee prepar'd to know
    380The purposes I beare: which are, or cease,
    As you shall giue th'aduice. By the fire
    That quickens Nylus slime, I go from hence
    Thy Souldier, Seruant, making Peace or Warre,
    As thou affects.
    385Cleo. Cut my Lace, Charmian come,
    But let it be, I am quickly ill, and well,
    So Anthony loues.
    Ant. My precious Queene forbeare,
    And giue true euidence to his Loue, which stands
    390An honourable Triall.
    Cleo. So Fuluia told me.
    I prythee turne aside, and weepe for her,
    Then bid adiew to me, and say the teares
    Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one Scene
    395Of excellent dissembling, and let it looke
    Like perfect Honor.
    Ant. You'l heat my blood no more?
    Cleo. You can do better yet: but this is meetly.
    Ant. Now by Sword.
    400Cleo. And Target. Still he mends.
    But this is not the best. Looke prythee Charmian,
    How this Herculean Roman do's become
    The carriage of his chafe.
    Ant. Ile leaue you Lady.
    405Cleo. Courteous Lord, one word:
    Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:
    Sir, you and I haue lou'd, but there's not it:
    That you know well, something it is I would:
    Oh, my Obliuion is a very Anthony,
    410And I am all forgotten.
    Ant. But that your Royalty
    Holds Idlenesse your subiect, I should take you
    For Idlenesse it selfe.
    Cleo. 'Tis sweating Labour,
    415To beare such Idlenesse so neere the heart
    As Cleopatra this. But Sir, forgiue me,

    Since my becommings kill me, when they do not
    Eye well to you. Your Honor calles you hence,
    Therefore be deafe to my vnpittied Folly,
    420And all the Gods go with you. Vpon your Sword
    Sit Lawrell victory, and smooth successe
    Be strew'd before your feete.
    Ant. Let vs go.
    Come: Our separation so abides and flies,
    425That thou reciding heere, goes yet with mee;
    And I hence fleeting, heere remaine with thee.
    Away. Exeunt.

    Enter Octauius reading a Letter, Lepidus,
    and their Traine.

    430Caes. You may see Lepidus, and henceforth know,
    It is not Caesars Naturall vice, to hate
    One great Competitor. From Alexandria
    This is the newes: He fishes, drinkes, and wastes
    The Lampes of night in reuell: Is not more manlike
    435Then Cleopatra: nor the Queene of Ptolomy
    More Womanly then he. Hardly gaue audience
    Or vouchsafe to thinke he had Partners. You
    Shall finde there a man, who is th' abstracts of all faults,
    That all men follow.
    440Lep. I must not thinke
    There are, euils enow to darken all his goodnesse:
    His faults in him, seeme as the Spots of Heauen,
    More fierie by nights Blacknesse; Hereditarie,
    Rather then purchaste: what he cannot change,
    445Then what he chooses.
    Caes. You are too indulgent. Let's graunt it is not
    Amisse to tumble on the bed of Ptolomy,
    To giue a Kingdome for a Mirth, to sit
    And keepe the turne of Tipling with a Slaue,
    450To reele the streets at noone, and stand the Buffet
    With knaues that smels of sweate: Say this becoms him
    (As his composure must be rare indeed,
    Whom these things cannot blemish) yet must Anthony
    No way excuse his foyles, when we do beare
    455So great waight in his lightnesse. If he fill'd
    His vacancie with his Voluptuousnesse,
    Full surfets, and the drinesse of his bones,
    Call on him for't. But to confound such time,
    That drummes him from his sport, and speakes as lowd
    460As his owne State, and ours, 'tis to be chid:
    As we rate Boyes, who being mature in knowledge,
    Pawne their experience to their present pleasure,
    And so rebell to iudgement.
    Enter a Messenger.
    465Lep. Heere's more newes.
    Mes. Thy biddings haue beene done, & euerie houre
    Most Noble Caesar, shalt thou haue report
    How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at Sea,
    And it appeares, he is belou'd of those
    470That only haue feard Caesar: to the Ports
    The discontents repaire, and mens reports
    Giue him much wrong'd.
    Caes. I should haue knowne no lesse,
    It hath bin taught vs from the primall state
    475That he which is was wisht, vntill he were:
    And the ebb'd man,
    Ne're lou'd, till ne're worth loue,
    Comes fear'd, by being lack'd. This common bodie,
    Like to a Vagabond Flagge vpon the Streame,
    480Goes too, and backe, lacking the varrying tyde
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