4NAy, but this dotage of our Generals

5Ore-flowes the measure: those his goodly eyes

6That o're the Files and Musters of the Warre,

7Haue glow'd like plated Mars:

8Now bend, now turne

9The Office and Deuotion of their view

10Vpon a Tawny Front. His Captaines heart,

11Which in the scuffles of great Fights hath burst

12The Buckles on his brest, reneages all temper,

13And is become the Bellowes and the Fan

14To coole a Gypsies Lust.

17Looke where they come:

18Take but good note, and you shall see in him

19(The triple Pillar of the world) transform'd

20Into a Strumpets Foole. Behold and see.

21Cleo. If it be Loue indeed, tell me how much.

22Ant. There's beggery in the loue that can be reckon'd

23Cleo. Ile set a bourne how farre to be belou'd.

24Ant. Then must thou needes finde out new Heauen,

25new Earth.

27Mes. Newes (my good Lord) from Rome.

28Ant. Grates me, the summe.

29Cleo. Nay heare them Anthony.

30Fuluia perchance is angry: Or who knowes,

31If the scarse-bearded Caesar haue not sent

32His powrefull Mandate to you. Do this, or this;

33Take in that Kingdome, and Infranchise that:

34Perform't, or else we damne thee.

35Ant. How, my Loue?

36Cleo. Perchance? Nay, and most like:

37You must not stay heere longer, your dismission

38Is come from Caesar, therefore heare it Anthony

39Where's Fuluias Processe? (Caesars I would say) both?

40Call in the Messengers: As I am Egypts Queene,

41Thou blushest Anthony, and that blood of thine

42Is Caesars homager: else so thy cheeke payes shame,

43When shrill-tongu'd Fuluia scolds. The Messengers.

44Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide Arch

45Of the raing'd Empire fall: Heere is my space,

46Kingdomes are clay: Our dungie earth alike

47Feeds Beast as Man; the Noblenesse of life

48Is to do thus: when such a mutuall paire,

49And such a twaine can doo't, in which I binde

50One paine of punishment, the world to weete

51We stand vp Peerelesse.

52Cleo. Excellent falshood:

53Why did he marry Fuluia, and not loue her?

54Ile seeme the Foole I am not. Anthony will be himselfe.

55Ant But stirr'd by Cleopatra.

56Now for the loue of Loue, and her soft houres,

57Let's not confound the time with Conference harsh;

58There's not a minute of our liues should stretch

59Without some pleasure now. What sport to night?

60Cleo. Heare the Ambassadors.

61Ant. Fye wrangling Queene:

62Whom euery thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,

63To weepe: who euery passion fully striues

64To make it selfe (in Thee) faire, and admir'd.

65No Messenger but thine, and all alone, to night

66Wee'l wander through the streets, and note

67The qualities of people. Come my Queene,

68Last night you did desire it. Speake not to vs.

70Dem. Is Caesar with Anthonius priz'd so slight?

71Philo. Sir sometimes when he is not Anthony,

72He comes too short of that great Property

73Which still should go with Anthony.

74Dem. I am full sorry, that hee approues the common

75Lyar, who thus speakes of him at Rome; but I will hope

76of better deeds to morrow. Rest you happy. Exeunt