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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)

    Enter Anthony with Attendants.
    Ant. Hearke, the Land bids me tread no more vpon't,
    2025It is asham'd to beare me. Friends, come hither,
    I am so lated in the world, that I
    Haue lost my way for euer. I haue a shippe,
    Laden with Gold, take that, diuide it: flye,
    And make your peace with Caesar.
    2030Omnes. Fly? Not wee.
    Ant. I haue fled my selfe, and haue instructed cowards
    To runne, and shew their shoulders. Friends be gone,
    I haue my selfe resolu'd vpon a course,
    Which has no neede of you. Be gone,
    2035My Treasure's in the Harbour. Take it: Oh,
    I follow'd that I blush to looke vpon,
    My very haires do mutiny: for the white
    Reproue the browne for rashnesse, and they them
    For feare, and doting. Friends be gone, you shall
    2040Haue Letters from me to some Friends, that will
    Sweepe your way for you. Pray you looke not sad,
    Nor make replyes of loathnesse, take the hint
    Which my dispaire proclaimes. Let them be left
    Which leaues it selfe, to the Sea-side straight way;
    2045I will possesse you of that ship and Treasure.
    y 2 Leaue
    356The Tragedie of
    Leaue me, I pray a little: pray you now,
    Nay do so: for indeede I haue lost command,
    Therefore I pray you, Ile see you by and by. Sits downe
    Enter Cleopatra led by Charmian and Eros.
    2050Eros. Nay gentle Madam, to him, comfort him.
    Iras. Do most deere Queene.
    Char. Do, why, what else?
    Cleo. Let me sit downe: Oh Iuno.
    Ant. No, no, no, no, no.
    2055Eros. See you heere, Sir?
    Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie.
    Char. Madam.
    Iras. Madam, oh good Empresse.
    Eros. Sir, sir.
    2060Ant. Yes my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
    His sword e'ne like a dancer, while I strooke
    The leane and wrinkled Cassius, and 'twas I
    That the mad Brutus ended: he alone
    Dealt on Lieutenantry, and no practise had
    2065In the braue squares of Warre: yet now: no matter.
    Cleo. Ah stand by.
    Eros. The Queene my Lord, the Queene.
    Iras. Go to him, Madam, speake to him,
    Hee's vnqualited with very shame.
    2070Cleo. Well then, sustaine me: Oh.
    Eros. Most Noble Sir arise, the Queene approaches,
    Her head's declin'd, and death will cease her, but
    Your comfort makes the rescue.
    Ant. I haue offended Reputation,
    2075A most vnnoble sweruing.
    Eros. Sir, the Queene.
    Ant. Oh whether hast thou lead me Egypt, see
    How I conuey my shame, out of thine eyes,
    By looking backe what I haue left behinde
    2080Stroy'd in dishonor.
    Cleo. Oh my Lord, my Lord
    Forgiue my fearfull sayles, I little thought
    You would haue followed.
    Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well,
    2085My heart was to thy Rudder tyed by'th'strings,
    And thou should'st stowe me after. O're my spirit
    The full supremacie thou knew'st, and that
    Thy becke, might from the bidding of the Gods
    Command mee.
    2090Cleo. Oh my pardon.
    Ant. Now I must
    To the young man send humble Treaties, dodge
    And palter in the shifts of lownes, who
    With halfe the bulke o'th'world plaid as I pleas'd,
    2095Making, and marring Fortunes. You did know
    How much you were my Conqueror, and that
    My Sword, made weake by my affection, would
    Obey it on all cause.
    Cleo. Pardon, pardon.
    2100Ant Fall not a teare I say, one of them rates
    All that is wonne and lost: Giue me a kisse,
    Euen this repayes me.
    We sent our Schoolemaster, is a come backe?
    Loue I am full of Lead: some Wine
    2105Within there, and our Viands: Fortune knowes,
    We scorne her most, when most she offers blowes. Exeunt
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