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Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)
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298Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras.
299Cleo. Where is he?
301Cleo. See where he is,
302Whose with him, what he does:
304Say I am dauncing: if in Myrth, report
306Char. Madam, me thinkes if you did loue him deerly,
307You do not hold the method, to enforce
308The like from him.
313In time we hate that which we often feare.
314Enter Anthony.
315But heere comes Anthony.
319It cannot be thus long, the sides of Nature
323Ant. What's the matter?
325What sayes the married woman you may goe?
326Would she had neuer giuen you leaue to come.
327Let her not say 'tis I that keepe you heere,
328I haue no power vpon you: Hers you are.
330Cleo. Oh neuer was there Queene
333Ant. Cleopatra.
336Who haue beene false to Fuluia?
337Riotous madnesse,
338To be entangled with those mouth-made vowes,
342But bid farewell, and goe:
344Then was the time for words: No going then,
345Eternity was in our Lippes, and Eyes,
348Or thou the greatest Souldier of the world,
349Art turn'd the greatest Lyar.
350Ant. How now Lady?
Cleo.
Anthony and Cleopatra. 343
352There were a heart in Egypt.
353Ant. Heare me Queene:
355Our Seruicles a-while: but my full heart
356Remaines in vse with you. Our Italy,
358Makes his approaches to the Port of Rome,
359Equality of two Domesticke powers,
361Are newly growne to Loue: The condemn'd Pompey,
362Rich in his Fathers Honor, creepes apace
363Into the hearts of such, as haue not thriued
366By any desperate change: My more particular,
368Is Fuluias death.
369Cleo. Though age from folly could not giue me freedom
371Ant. She's dead my Queene.
372Looke heere, and at thy Soueraigne leysure read
374See when, and where shee died.
379Ant. Quarrell no more, but bee prepar'd to know
382That quickens Nylus slime, I go from hence
383Thy Souldier, Seruant, making Peace or Warre,
385Cleo. Cut my Lace, Charmian come,
386But let it be, I am quickly ill, and well,
387So Anthony loues.
388Ant. My precious Queene forbeare,
389And giue true euidence to his Loue, which stands
390An honourable Triall.
391Cleo. So Fuluia told me.
392I prythee turne aside, and weepe for her,
393Then bid adiew to me, and say the teares
394Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one Scene
395Of excellent dissembling, and let it looke
396Like perfect Honor.
397Ant. You'l heat my blood no more?
398Cleo. You can do better yet: but this is meetly.
399Ant. Now by Sword.
400Cleo. And Target. Still he mends.
401But this is not the best. Looke prythee Charmian,
402How this Herculean Roman do's become
403The carriage of his chafe.
404Ant. Ile leaue you Lady.
405Cleo. Courteous Lord, one word:
406Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:
407Sir, you and I haue lou'd, but there's not it:
408That you know well, something it is I would:
409Oh, my Obliuion is a very Anthony,
410And I am all forgotten.
411Ant. But that your Royalty
416As Cleopatra this. But Sir, forgiue me,
417Since my becommings kill me, when they do not
418Eye well to you. Your Honor calles you hence,
419Therefore be deafe to my vnpittied Folly,
420And all the Gods go with you. Vpon your Sword
422Be strew'd before your feete.
423Ant. Let vs go.
425That thou reciding heere, goes yet with mee;
426And I hence fleeting, heere remaine with thee.
427Away. Exeunt.