The Tragedie of Anthonie, and Cleopatra

THE TRAGEDIE OF Anthonie, and Cleopatra.

Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.

Enter Demetrius and Philo.

Philo. NAy, but this dotage of our Generals Ore‑flowes the measure: those his goodly eyes That o're the…

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

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

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

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

Enter a Messenger.

Mes. Newes (my good Lord) from Rome.

Ant. Grates me, the summe.

Cleo. Nay heare them Anthony. Fuluia perchance is angry: Or who knowes, If the scarse‑bearded Cæsar haue not…

Ant. How, my Loue?

Cleo. Perchance? Nay, and most like: You must not stay heere longer, your dismission Is come from Cæsar,…

Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide Arch Of the raing'd Empire fall: Heere is my…

Cleo. Excellent falshood: Why did he marry Fuluia, and not loue her? Ile seeme the Foole I am…

Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra. Now for the loue of Loue, and her soft houres, Let's not confound…

Cleo. Heare the Ambassadors.

Ant. Fye wrangling Queene: Whom euery thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, To weepe: who euery passion fully…

Exeunt with the Traine.

Dem. Is Cæsar with Anthonius priz'd so slight?

Philo. Sir sometimes when he is not Anthony, He comes too short of that great Property Which still…

Dem. I am full sorry, that hee approues the common Lyar, who thus speakes of him at Rome;…

Exeunt

Enter Enobarbus, Lamprius, a Southsayer, Rannius, Lucilli­ us, Charmian, Iras, Mardian the Eunuch, and Alexas.

Char. L. Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas, almost most absolute Alexas, where's the Soothsayer that you…

Alex. Soothsayer.

Sooth. Your will?

Char. Is this the Man? Is't you sir that know things?

Sooth. In Natures infinite booke of Secrecie, a little I can read.

Alex. Shew him your hand.

Enob. Bring in the Banket quickly: Wine enough, Cleopatra's health to drinke.

Char. Good sir, giue me good Fortune.

Sooth. I make not, but foresee.

Char. Pray then, foresee me one.

Sooth. You shall be yet farre fairer then you are.

Char. He meanes in flesh.

Iras. No, you shall paint when you are old.

Char. Wrinkles forbid.

Alex. Vex not his prescience, be attentiue.

Char. Hush.

Sooth. You shall be more belouing, then beloued.

Char. I had rather heate my Liuer with drinking.

Alex. Nay, heare him.

Char. Good now some excellent Fortune: Let mee be married to three Kings in a forenoone, and Widdow…

Sooth. You shall out‑liue the Lady whom you serue.

Char. Oh excellent, I loue long life better then Figs.

Sooth. You haue seene and proued a fairer former for­ tune, then that which is to approach.

Char. Then belike my Children shall haue no names: Prythee how many Boyes and Wenches must I haue.

Sooth. If euery of your wishes had a wombe, & fore­ tell euery wish, a Million.

Char. Out Foole, I forgiue thee for a Witch.

Alex. You thinke none but your sheets are priuie to your wishes.

Char. Nay come, tell Iras hers.

Alex. Wee'l know all our Fortunes.

Enob. Mine, and most of our Fortunes to night, shall be drunke to bed.

Iras. There's a Palme presages Chastity, if nothing els.

Char. E'ne as the o're‑flowing Nylus presageth Fa­ mine.

Iras. Go you wilde Bedfellow, you cannot Soothsay.

Char. Nay, if an oyly Palme bee not a fruitfull Prog­ nostication, I cannot scratch mine eare. Prythee…

Sooth. Your Fortunes are alike.

Iras. But how, but how, giue me particulars.

Sooth. I haue said.

Iras. Am I not an inch of Fortune better then she?

Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better then I: where would you choose it.

Iras. Not in my Husbands nose.

Char. Our worser thoughts Heauens mend.

Alexas. Come, his Fortune, his Fortune. Oh let him mary a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I…

Iras. Amen, deere Goddesse, heare that prayer of the people. For, as it is a heart‑breaking to see…

Char. Amen.

Alex. Lo now, if it lay in their hands to make mee a Cuckold, they would make themselues…

Enter Cleopatra.

Enob. Hush, heere comes Anthony.

Char. Not he, the Queene.

Cleo. Saue you, my Lord.

Enob. No Lady.

Cleo. Was he not heere?

Char. No Madam.

Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth, but on the sodaine A Romane thought hath strooke him. Enobarbus?

Enob. Madam.

Cleo. Seeke him, and bring him hither: wher's Alexias?

Alex. Heere at your seruice. My Lord approaches.

Enter Anthony, with a Messenger.

Cleo. We will not looke vpon him: Go with vs.

Exeunt.

Messen. Fuluia thy Wife, First came into the Field.

Ant. Against my Brother Lucius?

Messen. I: but soone that Warre had end, And the times state Made friends of them, ioynting their…

Ant. Well, what worst.

Mess. The Nature of bad newes infects the Teller.

Ant. When it concernes the Foole or Coward: On. Things that are past, are done, with me. 'Tis…

Mes. Labienus (this is stiffe‑newes) Hath with his Parthian Force Extended Asia: from Euphrates his conquering Banner shooke,…

Ant. Anthony thou would'st say.

Mes. Oh my Lord.

Ant. Speake to me home, Mince not the generall tongue, name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome:…

Mes. At your Noble pleasure.

Exit Messenger.

Enter another Messenger.

Ant. From Scicion how the newes? Speake there.

1. Mes. The man from Scicion, Is there such an one?

2. Mes. He stayes vpon your will.

Ant. Let him appeare: These strong Egyptian Fetters I must breake, Or loose my selfe in dotage. Enter…

3. Mes. Fuluia thy wife is dead.

Ant. Where dyed she.

Mes. In Scicion, her length of sicknesse, With what else more serious, Importeth thee to know, this beares.

Antho. Forbeare me There's a great Spirit gone, thus did I desire it: What our contempts doth often…

Eno. What's your pleasure, Sir?

Anth. I must with haste from hence.

Eno. Why then we kill all our Women. We see how mortall an vnkindnesse is to them, if…

Ant. I must be gone.

Eno. Vnder a compelling an occasion, let women die. It were pitty to cast them away for nothing,…

Ant. She is cunning past mans thought.

Eno. Alacke Sir no, her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure Loue. We…

Ant. Would I had neuer seene her.

Eno. Oh sir, you had then left vnseene a wonderfull peece of worke, which not to haue beene…

Ant. Fuluia is dead.

Eno. Sir.

Ant. Fuluia is dead.

Eno. Fuluia?

Ant. Dead.

Eno. Why sir, giue the Gods a thankefull Sacrifice: when it pleaseth their Deities to take the wife…

Ant. The businesse she hath broached in the State, Cannot endure my absence.

Eno. And the businesse you haue broach'd heere can­ not be without you, especially that of Cleopatra's, which…

Ant. No more light Answeres: Let our Officers Haue notice what we purpose. I shall breake The cause…

Enob. I shall doo't.

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras.

Cleo. Where is he?

Char. I did not see him since.

Cleo. See where he is, Whose with him, what he does: I did not send you. If you…

Char. Madam, me thinkes if you did loue him deerly, You do not hold the method, to enforce…

Cleo. What should I do, I do not?

Ch. In each thing giue him way, crosse him in nothing.

Cleo. Thou teachest like a foole: the way to lose him.

Char. Tempt him not so too farre. I wish forbeare, In time we hate that which we often…

Cleo. I am sicke, and sullen.

An. I am sorry to giue breathing to my purpose.

Cleo. Helpe me away deere Charmian, I shall fall, It cannot be thus long, the sides of Nature…

Ant. Now my deerest Queene.

Cleo. Pray you stand farther from mee.

Ant. What's the matter?

Cleo. I know by that same eye ther's some good news. What sayes the married woman you may…

Ant. The Gods best know.

Cleo. Oh neuer was there Queene So mightily betrayed: yet at the first I saw the Treasons planted.

Ant. Cleopatra.

Cleo. Why should I thinke you can be mine, & true, (Though you in swearing shake the Throaned…

Ant. Most sweet Queene.

Cleo. Nay pray you seeke no colour for your going, But bid farewell, and goe: When you sued…

Ant. How now Lady?

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 Our Seruicles a‑while: but my full heart Remaines…

Cleo. Though age from folly could not giue me freedom It 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…

Cleo. O most false Loue! Where be the Sacred Violles thou should'st fill With sorrowfull water? Now I…

Ant. Quarrell no more, but bee prepar'd to know The purposes I beare: which are, or cease, As…

Cleo. Cut my Lace, Charmian come, But let it be, I am quickly ill, and well, So Anthony…

Ant. My precious Queene forbeare, And giue true euidence to his Loue, which stands An honourable Triall.

Cleo. So Fuluia told me. I prythee turne aside, and weepe for her, Then bid adiew to me,…

Ant. You'l heat my blood no more?

Cleo. You can do better yet: but this is meetly.

Ant. Now by Sword.

Cleo. And Target. Still he mends. But this is not the best. Looke prythee Charmian, How this Herculean…

Ant. Ile leaue you Lady.

Cleo. Courteous Lord, one word: Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it: Sir, you and…

Ant. But that your Royalty Holds Idlenesse your subiect, I should take you For Idlenesse it selfe.

Cleo. 'Tis sweating Labour, To beare such Idlenesse so neere the heart As Cleopatra this. But Sir, forgiue…

Ant. Let vs go. Come: Our separation so abides and flies, That thou reciding heere, goes yet with…

Exeunt.

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

Cæs. You may see Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Cæsars Naturall vice, to hate One great…

Lep. I must not thinke There are, euils enow to darken all his goodnesse: His faults in him,…

Cæs. You are too indulgent. Let's graunt it is not Amisse to tumble on the bed of Ptolomy,…

Enter a Messenger.

Lep. Heere's more newes.

Mes. Thy biddings haue beene done, & euerie houre Most Noble Cæsar, shalt thou haue report How 'tis…

Cæs. I should haue knowne no lesse, It hath bin taught vs from the primall state That he…

Mes. Cæsar I bring thee word, Menacrates and Menas famous Pyrates Makes the Sea serue them, which they…

Cæsar. Anthony, Leaue thy lasciuious Vassailes. When thou once Was beaten from Medena, where thou slew'st Hirsius, and…

Lep. 'Tis pitty of him.

Cæs. Let his shames quickely Driue him to Rome, 'tis time we twaine Did shew our selues i'th'Field,…

Lep. To morrow Cæsar, I shall be furnisht to informe you rightly Both what by Sea and Land…

Cæs. Til which encounter, it is my busines too. Farwell.

Lep. Farwell my Lord, what you shal know mean time Of stirres abroad, I shall beseech you Sir…

Cæsar. Doubt not sir, I knew it for my Bond.

Exeunt

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, & Mardian.

Cleo. Charmian.

Char. Madam.

Cleo. Ha, ha, giue me to drinke Mandragora.

Char. Why Madam?

Cleo. That I might sleepe out this great gap of time: My Anthony is away.

Char. You thinke of him too much.

Cleo. O 'tis Treason.

Char. Madam, I trust not so.

Cleo. Thou, Eunuch Mardian?

Mar. What's your Highnesse pleasure?

Cleo. Not now to heare thee sing. I take no pleasure In ought an Eunuch ha's: Tis well…

Mar. Yes gracious Madam.

Cleo. Indeed?

Mar. Not in deed Madam, for I can do nothing But what in deede is honest to be…

Cleo. Oh Charmion: Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he? Or does he walke?…

Enter Alexas from Cæsar.

Alex. Soueraigne of Egypt, haile.

Cleo. How much vnlike art thou Marke Anthony? Yet comming from him, that great Med'cine hath With his…

Alex. Last thing he did (deere Qu□ene) He kist the last of many doubled kisses This Orient Pearle.…

Cleo. Mine eare must plucke it thence.

Alex. Good Friend, quoth he: Say the firme Roman to great Egypt sends This treasure of an Oyster:…

Cleo. What was he sad, or merry?

Alex. Like to the time o'th'yeare, between yͤ extremes Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor…

Cleo. Oh well diuided disposition: Note him, Note him good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him. He…

Alex. I Madam, twenty seuerall Messengers. Why do you send so thicke?

Cleo. Who's borne that day, when I forget to send to Anthonie, shall dye a Begger. Inke and…

Char. Oh that braue Cæsar!

Cleo. Be choak'd with such another Emphasis, Say the braue Anthony.

Char. The valiant Cæsar.

Cleo. By Isis, I will giue thee bloody teeth If thou with Cæsar Paragon againe: My man of…

Char. By your most gracious pardon, I sing but after you.

Cleo. My Sallad dayes, When I was greene in iudgement, cold in blood, To say, as I saide…

Exeunt

Enter Pompey, Menecrates, and Menas, in warlike manner.

Pom. If the great Gods be iust, they shall assist The deeds of iustest men.

Mene. Know worthy Pompey, that what they do de­ lay, they not deny.

Pom. Whiles we are sutors to their Throne, decayes the thing we sue for.

Mene. We ignorant of our selues, Begge often our owne harmes, which the wise Powres Deny vs for…

Pom. I shall do well: The people loue me, and the Sea is mine; My powers are Cressent,…

Mene. Cæsar and Lepidus are in the field, A mighty strength they carry.

Pom. Where haue you this? 'Tis false.

Mene. From Siluius, Sir.

Pom. He dreames: I know they are in Rome together Looking for Anthony: but all the charmes of…

Var. This is most certaine, that I shall deliuer: Marke Anthony is euery houre in Rome Expected. Since…

Pom. I could haue giuen lesse matter A better eare. Menas, I did not thinke This amorous Surfetter…

Mene. I cannot hope, Cæsar and Anthony shall well greet together; His Wife that's dead, did trespasses to…

Pom. I know not Menas, How lesser Enmities may giue way to greater, Were't not that we stand…

Exeunt.

Enter Enobarbus and Lepidus.

Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, And shall become you well, to intreat your Captaine To soft…

Enob. I shall intreat him To answer like himselfe: if Cæsar moue him, Let Anthony looke ouer Cæsars…

Lep. 'Tis not a time for priuate stomacking.

Eno. Euery time serues for the matter that is then borne in't.

Lep. But small to greater matters must giue way.

Eno. Not if the small come first.

Lep. Your speech is passion: but pray you stirre No Embers vp. Heere comes the Noble Anthony.

Enter Anthony and Ventidius.

Eno. And yonder Cæsar.

Enter Cæsar, Mecenas, and Agrippa.

Ant. If we compose well heere, to Parthia: Hearke Ventidius.

Cæsar. I do not know Mecenas, aske Agrippa.

Lep. Noble Friends: That which combin'd vs was most great, and let not A leaner action rend vs.…

Ant. 'Tis spoken well: Were we before our Armies, and to fight, I should do thus.

Flourish.

Cæs. Welcome to Rome.

Ant. Thanke you.

Cæs. Sit.

Ant. Sit sir.

Cæs. Nay then.

Ant. I learne, you take things ill, which are not so: Or being, concerne you not.

Cæs. I must be laught at, if or for nothing, or a little, I Should say my selfe…

Ant. My being in Egypt Cæsar, what was't to you?

Cæs. No more then my reciding heere at Rome Might be to you in Egypt: yet if you…

Ant. How intend you, practis'd?

Cæs. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent, By what did heere befall me. Your Wife…

Ant. You do mistake your busines, my Brother neuer Did vrge me in his Act: I did inquire…

Cæs. You praise your selfe, by laying defects of iudge­ ment to me: but you patcht vp your…

Anth. Not so, not so: I know you could not lacke, I am certaine on't, Very necessity of…

Enobar. Would we had all such wiues, that the men might go to Warres with the women.

Anth. So much vncurbable, her Garboiles (Cæsar) Made out of her impatience: which not wanted Shrodenesse of policie…

Cæsar. I wrote to you, when rioting in Alexandria you Did pocket vp my Letters: and with taunts…

Ant. Sir, he fell vpon me, ere admitted, then: Three Kings I had newly feasted, and did want…

Cæsar. You haue broken the Article of your oath, which you shall neuer haue tongue to charge me…

Lep. Soft Cæsar.

Ant. No Lepidus, let him speake, The Honour is Sacred which he talks on now, Supposing that I…

Cæsar. To lend me Armes, and aide when I requir'd them, the which you both denied.

Anth. Neglected rather: And then when poysoned houres had bound me vp From mine owne knowledge, as neerely…

Lep. 'Tis Noble spoken.

Mece. If it might please you, to enforce no further The griefes betweene ye: to forget them quite,…

Lep. Worthily spoken Mecenas.

Enobar. Or if you borrow one anothers Loue for the instant, you may when you heare no more…

Anth. Thou art a Souldier, onely speake no more.

Enob. That trueth should be silent, I had almost for­ got.

Anth. You wrong this presence, therefore speake no more.

Enob. Go too then: your Considerate stone.

Cæsar. I do not much dislike the matter, but The manner of his speech: for't cannot be, We…

Agri. Giue me leaue Cæsar.

Cæsar. Speake Agrippa.

Agri. Thou hast a Sister by the Mothers side, admir'd Octauia: Great Mark Anthony is now a widdower.

Cæsar. Say not, say Agrippa; if Cleopater heard you, your proofe were well deserued of rashnesse.

Anth. I am not marryed Cæsar: let me heere Agrippa further speake.

Agri. To hold you in perpetuall amitie, To make you Brothers, and to knit your hearts With an…

Anth. Will Cæsar speake?

Cæsar. Not till he heares how Anthony is toucht, With what is spoke already.

Anth. What power is in Agrippa, If I would say Agrippa, be it so, To make this good?

Cæsar. The power of Cæsar, And his power, vnto Octauia.

Anth. May I neuer (To this good purpose, that so fairely shewes) Dreame of impediment: let me haue…

Cæsar. There's my hand: A Sister I bequeath you, whom no Brother Did euer loue so deerely. Let…

Lepi. Happily, Amen.

Ant. I did not think to draw my Sword 'gainst Pompey, For he hath laid strange courtesies, and…

Lepi. Time cals vpon's, Of vs must Pompey presently be sought, Or else he seekes out vs.

Anth. Where lies he?

Cæsar. About the Mount‑Mesena.

Anth. What is his strength by land?

Cæsar. Great, and increasing: But by Sea he is an absolute Master.

Anth. So is the Fame, Would we had spoke together. Hast we for it, Yet ere we put…

Cæsar. With most gladnesse, And do inuite you to my Sisters view, Whether straight Ile lead you.

Anth. Let vs Lepidus not lacke your companie.

Lep. Noble Anthony, not sickenesse should detaine me.

Flourish. Exit omnes.

Manet Enobarbus, Agrippa, Mecenas.

Mec. Welcome from Ægypt Sir.

Eno. Halfe the heart of Cæsar, worthy Mecenas. My honourable Friend Agrippa.

Agri. Good Enobarbus.

Mece. We haue cause to be glad, that matters are so well disgested: you staid well by't in…

Enob. I Sir, we did sleepe day out of countenaunce: and made the night light with drinking.

Mece. Eight Wilde‑Boares rosted whole at a break­ fast, and but twelue persons there. Is this true?

Eno. This was but as a Flye by an Eagle: we had much more monstrous matter of Feast,…

Mecenas. She's a most triumphant Lady, if report be square to her.

Enob. When she first met Marke Anthony, she purst vp his heart vpon the Riuer of Sidnis.

Agri. There she appear'd indeed: or my reporter de­ uis'd well for her.

Eno. I will tell you, The Barge she sat in, like a burnisht Throne Burnt on the water:…

Agrip. Oh rare for Anthony.

Eno. Her Gentlewoman, like the Nereides, So many Mer‑maides tended her i'th'eyes, And made their bends adornings. At…

Agri. Rare Egiptian.

Eno. Vpon her landing, Anthony sent to her, Inuited her to Supper: she replyed, It should be better,…

Agri. Royall Wench: She made great Cæsar lay his Sword to bed, He ploughed her, and she cropt.

Eno. I saw her once Hop forty Paces through the publicke streete, And hauing lost her breath, she…

Mece. Now Anthony, must leaue her vtterly.

Eno. Neuer he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custome stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy…

Mece. If Beauty, Wisedome, Modesty, can settle The heart of Anthony: Octauia is A blessed Lottery to him.

Agrip. Let vs go. Good Enobarbus, make your selfe my guest, whilst you abide here.

Eno. Humbly Sir I thanke you.

Exeunt

Enter Anthony, Cæsar, Octauia betweene them.

Anth. The world, and my great office, will Sometimes deuide me from your bosome.

Octa. All which time, before the Gods my knee shall bowe my prayers to them for you.

Anth. Goodnight Sir. My Octauia Read not my blemishes in the worlds report: I haue not kept my…

Cæsar. Goodnight.

Exit.

Enter Soothsaier.

Anth. Now sirrah: you do wish your selfe in Egypt?

Sooth. Would I had neuer come from thence, nor you thither.

Ant. If you can, your reason?

Sooth. I see it in my motion: haue it not in my tongue, But yet hie you to…

Antho. Say to me, whose Fortunes shall rise higher Cæsars or mine?

Soot. Cæsars. Therefore (oh Anthony) stay not by his side Thy Dæmon that thy spirit which keepes thee,…

Anth. Speake this no more.

Sooth. To none but thee no more but: when to thee, If thou dost play with him at…

Anth. Get thee gone: Say to Ventigius I would speake with him. Exit. He shall to Parthia, be…

Exeunt

Enter Lepidus, Mecenas and Agrippa.

Lepidus. Trouble your selues no further: pray you hasten your Generals after.

Agr. Sir, Marke Anthony, will e'ne but kisse Octauia, and weele follow.

Lepi. Till I shall see you in your Souldiers dresse, Which will become you both: Farewell.

Mece. We shall: as I conceiue the iourney, be at Mount before you Lepidus.

Lepi. Your way is shorter, my purposes do draw me much about, you'le win two dayes vpon me.

Both. Sir good successe.

Lepi. Farewell.

Exeunt.

Enter Cleopater, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.

Cleo. Giue me some Musicke: Musicke, moody foode of vs that trade in Loue.

Omnes. The Musicke, hoa.

Enter Mardian the Eunuch.

Cleo. Let it alone, let's to Billiards: come Charmian.

Char. My arme is sore, best play with Mardian.

Cleopa. As well a woman with an Eunuch plaide, as with a woman. Come you'le play with me…

Mardi. As well as I can Madam.

Cleo. And when good will is shewed, Though't come to short The Actor may pleade pardon. Ile none…

Char. 'Twas merry when you wager'd on your Ang­ ling, when your diuer did hang a salt fish…

Cleo. That time? Oh times: I laught him out of patience: and that night I laught him into…

Mes. Madam, Madam.

Cleo. Anthonyo's dead. If thou say so Villaine, thou kil'st thy Mistris: But well and free, if thou…

Mes. First Madam, he is well.

Cleo. Why there's more Gold. But sirrah marke, we vse To say, the dead are well: bring it…

Mes. Good Madam heare me.

Cleo. Well, go too I will: But there's no goodnesse in thy face if Anthony Be free and…

Mes. Wilt please you heare me?

Cleo. I haue a mind to strike thee ere thou speak'st: Yet if thou say Anthony liues, 'tis…

Mes. Madam, he's well.

Cleo. Well said.

Mes. And Friends with Cæsar.

Cleo. Th'art an honest man.

Mes. Cæsar, and he, are greater Friends then euer.

Cleo. Make thee a Fortune from me.

Mes. But yet Madam.

Cleo. I do not like but yet, it does alay The good precedence, fie vpon but yet, But…

Mes. Free Madam, no: I made no such report, He's bound vnto Octauia.

Cleo. For what good turne?

Mes. For the best turne i'th'bed.

Cleo. I am pale Charmian.

Mes. Madam, he's married to Octauia.

Cleo. The most infectious Pestilence vpon thee.

Strikes him downe.

Mes. Good Madam patience.

Cleo. What say you? Strikes him. Hence horrible Villaine, or Ile spurne thine eyes Like balls before me:…

Mes. Gratious Madam, I that do bring the newes, made not the match.

Cleo. Say 'tis not so, a Prouince I will giue thee, And make thy Fortunes proud: the blow…

Mes. He's married Madam.

Cleo. Rogue, thou hast liu'd too long.

Draw a knife.

Mes. Nay then Ile runne: What meane you Madam, I haue made no fault.

Exit.

Char. Good Madam keepe your selfe within your selfe, The man is innocent.

Cleo. Some Innocents scape not the thunderbolt: Melt Egypt into Nyle: and kindly creatures Turne all to Serpents.…

Char. He is afeard to come.

Cleo. I will not hurt him, These hands do lacke Nobility, that they strike A meaner then my…

Mes. I haue done my duty.

Cleo. Is he married? I cannot hate thee worser then I do, If thou againe say yes.

Mes. He's married Madam.

Cleo. The Gods confound thee, Dost thou hold there still?

Mes. Should I lye Madame?

Cleo. Oh, I would thou didst: So halfe my Egypt were submerg'd and made A Cesterne for scal'd…

Mes. I craue your Highnesse pardon.

Cleo. He is married?

Mes. Take no offence, that I would not offend you, To punnish me for what you make me…

Cleo. Oh that his fault should make a knaue of thee, That art not what th'art sure of.…

Char. Good your Highnesse patience.

Cleo. In praysing Anthony, I haue disprais'd Cæsar.

Char. Many times Madam.

Cleo. I am paid for't now: lead me from hence, I faint, oh Iras, Charmian: 'tis no matter.…

Exeunt.

Flourish. Enter Pompey, at one doore with Drum and Trum­ pet: at another Cæsar, Lepidus, Anthony, Enobarbus, Me­…

Pom. Your Hostages I haue, so haue you mine: And we shall talke before we fight.

Cæsar. Most meete that first we come to words, And therefore haue we Our written purposes before vs…

Pom. To you all three, The Senators alone of this great world, Chiefe Factors for the Gods. I…

Cæsar. Take your time.

Ant. Thou can'st not feare vs Pompey with thy sailes. Weele speake with thee at Sea. At land…

Pom. At Land indeed Thou dost orecount me of my Fathers house: But since the Cuckoo buildes not…

Lepi. Be pleas'd to tell vs, (For this is from the present how you take) The offers we…

Cæsar. There's the point.

Ant. Which do not be entreated too, But waigh what it is worth imbrac'd

Cæsar. And what may follow to try a larger Fortune.

Pom. You haue made me offer Of Cicelie, Sardinia: and I must Rid all the Sea of Pirats.…

Omnes. That's our offer.

Pom. Know then I came before you heere, A man prepar'd To take this offer. But Marke Anthony,…

Ant. I haue heard it Pompey, And am well studied for a liberall thanks, Which I do owe…

Pom. Let me haue your hand: I did not thinke Sir, to haue met you heere,

Ant. The beds i'th'East are soft, and thanks to you, That cal'd me timelier then my purpose hither:…

Cæsar. Since I saw you last, ther's a change vpon you.

Pom. Well, I know not, What counts harsh Fortune cast's vpon my face, But in my bosome shall…

Lep. Well met heere.

Pom. I hope so Lepidus, thus we are agreed: I craue our composion may be written And seal'd…

Cæsar. That's the next to do.

Pom. Weele feast each other, ere we part, and lett's Draw lots who shall begin.

Ant. That will I Pompey.

Pompey. No Anthony take the lot: but first or last, your fine Egyptian cookerie shall haue the fame,…

Anth. You haue heard much.

Pom. I haue faire meaning Sir.

Ant. And faire words to them.

Pom. Then so much haue I heard, And I haue heard Appolodorus carried⸺

Eno. No more that: he did so.

Pom. What I pray you?

Eno. A certaine Queene to Cæsar in a Matris.

Pom. I know thee now, how far'st thou Souldier?

Eno. Well, and well am like to do, for I perceiue Foure Feasts are toward.

Pom. Let me shake thy hand, I neuer hated thee: I haue seene thee fight, When I haue…

Enob. Sir, I neuer lou'd you much, but I ha' prais'd ye, When you haue well deseru'd ten…

Pom. Inioy thy plainnesse, It nothing ill becomes thee: Aboord my Gally, I inuite you all. Will you…

All. Shew's the way, sir.

Pom. Come.

Exeunt.

Manet Enob. & Menas

Men. Thy Father Pompey would ne're haue made this Treaty. You, and I haue knowne sir.

Enob. At Sea, I thinke.

Men. We haue Sir.

Enob. You haue done well by water.

Men. And you by Land.

Enob. I will praise any man that will praise me, thogh it cannot be denied what I haue…

Men. Nor what I haue done by water.

Enob. Yes some‑thing you can deny for your owne safety: you haue bin a great Theefe by Sea.

Men. And you by Land.

Enob. There I deny my Land seruice: but giue mee your hand Menas, if our eyes had authority,…

Men. All mens faces are true, whatsomere their hands are.

Enob. But there is neuer a fayre Woman, ha's a true Face.

Men. No slander, they steale hearts.

Enob. We came hither to fight with you.

Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turn'd to a Drink­ ing. Pompey doth this day…

Enob. If he do, sure he cannot weep't backe againe.

Men. Y'haue said Sir, we look'd not for Marke An­ thony heere, pray you, is he married to…

Enob. Cæsars Sister is call'd Octauia.

Men. True Sir, she was the wife of Caius Marcellus.

Enob. But she is now the wife of Marcus Anthonius.

Men. Pray'ye sir.

Enob. 'Tis true.

Men. Then is Cæsar and he, for euer knit together.

Enob. If I were bound to Diuine of this vnity, I wold not Prophesie so.

Men. I thinke the policy of that purpose, made more in the Marriage, then the loue of the…

Enob. I thinke so too. But you shall finde the band that seemes to tye their friendship together,…

Men. Who would not haue his wife so?

Eno. Not he that himselfe is not so: which is Marke Anthony: he will to his Egyptian dish…

Men. And thus it may be. Come Sir, will you aboord? I haue a health for you.

Enob. I shall take it sir: we haue vs'd our Throats in Egypt.

Men. Come, let's away.

Exeunt.

Musicke playes.

Enter two or three Seruants with a Banket.

1 Heere they'l be man: some o'th'their Plants are ill rooted already, the least winde i'th'world wil blow…

2 Lepidus is high Conlord.

1 They haue made him drinke Almes drinke.

2 As they pinch one another by the disposition, hee cries out, no more; reconciles them to his…

1 But it raises the greater warre betweene him & his discretion.

2 Why this it is to haue a name in great mens Fel­ lowship: I had as liue…

1 To be call'd into a huge Sphere, and not to be seene to moue in't, are the…

A Sennet sounded.

Enter Cæsar, Anthony, Pompey, Lepidus, Agrippa, Mecenas, Enobarbus, Menes, with other Captaines.

Ant. Thus do they Sir: they take the flow o'th'Nyle By certaine scales i'th'Pyramid: they know By'th'height, the…

Lep. Y'haue strange Serpents there?

Anth. I Lepidus.

Lep. Your Serpent of Egypt, is bred now of your mud by the operation of your Sun: so…

Ant. They are so.

Pom. Sit, and some Wine: A health to Lepidus.

Lep. I am not so well as I should be: But Ile ne're out.

Enob. Not till you haue slept: I feare me you'l bee in till then.

Lep. Nay certainly, I haue heard the Ptolomies Pyra­ misis are very goodly things: without contradiction I haue…

Menas. Pompey, a word.

Pomp. Say in mine eare, what is't.

Men. Forsake thy seate I do beseech thee Captaine, And heare me speake a word.

Pom. Forbeare me till anon. Whispers in's Eare. This Wine for Lepidus.

Lep. What manner o'thing is your Crocodile?

Ant. It is shap'd sir like it selfe, and it is as broad as it hath bredth; It…

Lep. What colour is it of?

Ant. Of it owne colour too.

Lep. 'Tis a strange Serpent.

Ant. 'Tis so, and the teares of it are wet.

Cæs. Will this description satisfie him?

Ant. With the Health that Pompey giues him, else he is a very Epicure.

Pomp. Go hang sir, hang: tell me of that? Away: Do as I bid you. Where's this Cup…

Men. If for the sake of Merit thou wilt heare mee, Rise from thy stoole.

Pom. I thinke th'art mad: the matter?

Men. I haue euer held my cap off to thy Fortunes.

Pom. Thou hast seru'd me with much faith: what's else to say? Be iolly Lords.

Anth. These Quicke‑sands Lepidus, Keepe off, them for you sinke.

Men. Wilt thou be Lord of all the world?

Pom. What saist thou?

Men. Wilt thou be Lord of the whole world? That's twice.

Pom. How should that be?

Men. But entertaine it, and though thou thinke me poore, I am the man will giue thee all…

Pom. Hast thou drunke well.

Men. No Pompey, I haue kept me from the cup, Thou art if thou dar'st be, the earthly…

Pom. Shew me which way?

Men. These three World‑sharers, these Competitors Are in thy vessell. Let me cut the Cable, And when we…

Pom. Ah, this thou shouldst haue done, And not haue spoke on't. In me 'tis villanie, In thee,…

Men. For this, Ile neuer follow Thy paul'd Fortunes more, Who seekes and will not take, when once…

Pom. This health to Lepidus.

Ant. Beare him ashore, Ile pledge it for him Pompey.

Eno. Heere's to thee Menas.

Men. Enobarbus, welcome.

Pom. Fill till the cup be hid.

Eno. There's a strong Fellow Menas.

Men. Why?

Eno. A beares the third part of the world man: seest not?

Men. The third part, then he is drunk: would it were all, that it might go on wheeles.

Eno. Drinke thou: encrease the Reeles.

Men. Come.

Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian Feast.

Ant. It ripen's towards it: strike the Vessells hoa. Heere's to Cæsar.

Cæsar. I could well forbear't, it's monstrous labour when I wash my braine, and it grow fouler.

Ant. Be a Child o'th'time.

Cæsar. Possesse it, Ile make answer: but I had rather fast from all, foure dayes, then drinke so…

Enob. Ha my braue Emperour, shall we daunce now the Egyptian Backenals, and celebrate our drinke?

Pom. Let's ha't good Souldier.

Ant. Come, let's all take hands, Till that the conquering Wine hath steep't our sense, In soft and…

Eno. All take hands: Make battery to our eares with the loud Musicke, The while, Ile place you,…

Cæsar. What would you more? Pompey goodnight. Good Brother Let me request you of our grauer businesse Frownes…

Pom. Ile try you on the shore.

Anth. And shall Sir, giues your hand.

Pom. Oh Anthony, you haue my Father house. But what, we are Friends? Come downe into the Boate.

Eno. Take heed you fall not Menas: Ile not on shore, No to my Cabin: these Drummes, These…

Sound a Flourish with Drummes.

Enor. Hoo saies a there's my Cap.

Men. Hoa, Noble Captaine, come.

Exeunt.

Enter Ventidius as it were in triumph, the dead body of Paco­ rus borne before him.

Ven. Now darting Parthya art thou stroke, and now Pleas'd Fortune does of Marcus Crassus death Make me…

Romaine. Noble Ventidius, Whil'st yet with Parthian blood thy Sword is warme, The Fugitiue Parthians follow. Spurre through…

Ven. Oh Sillius, Sillius, I haue done enough. A lower place note well May make too great an…

Rom. Thou hast Ventidius that, without the which a Souldier and his Sword graunts scarce distinction: thou wilt…

Ven. Ile humbly signifie what in his name, That magicall word of Warre we haue effected, How with…

Rom. Where is he now?

Ven. He purposeth to Athens, whither with what hast The waight we must conuay with's, will permit: We…

Exeunt.

Enter Agrippa at one doore, Enobarbus at another.

Agri. What are the Brothers parted?

Eno. They haue dispatcht with Pompey, he is gone, The other three are Sealing. Octauia weepes To part…

Agri. 'Tis a Noble Lepidus.

Eno. A very fine one: oh, how he loues Cæsar.

Agri. Nay but how deerely he adores Mark Anthony.

Eno. Cæsar? why he's the Iupiter of men.

Ant. What's Anthony, the God of Iupiter?

Eno. Spake you of Cæsar? How, the non‑pareill?

Agri. Oh Anthony, oh thou Arabian Bird!

Eno. Would you praise Cæsar, say Cæsar go no further.

Agr. Indeed he plied them both with excellent praises.

Eno. But he loues Cæsar best, yet he loues Anthony: Hoo, Hearts, Tongues, Figure, Scribes, Bards, Poets, cannot…

Agri. Both he loues.

Eno. They are his Shards, and he their Beetle, so: This is to horse: Adieu, Noble Agrippa.

Agri. Good Fortune worthy Souldier, and farewell.

Enter Cæsar, Anthony, Lepidus, and Octauia.

Antho. No further Sir.

Cæsar. You take from me a great part of my selfe: Vse me well in't. Sister, proue such…

Ant. Make me not offended, in your distrust.

Cæsar. I haue said.

Ant. You shall not finde, Though you be therein curious, the lest cause For what you seeme to…

Cæsar. Farewell my deerest Sister, fare thee well, The Elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits…

Octa. My Noble Brother.

Anth. The Aprill's in her eyes, it is Loues spring, And these the showers to bring it on:…

Octa. Sir, looke well to my Husbands house: and—

Cæsar. What Octauia?

Octa. Ile tell you in your eare.

Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart informe her tongue. The Swannes downe…

Eno. Will Cæsar weepe?

Agr. He ha's a cloud in's face.

Eno. He were the worse for that were he a Horse, so is he being a□man.

Agri. Why Enobarbus: When Anthony found Iulius Cæsar dead, He cried almost to roaring: And he wept, When…

Eno. That year indeed, he was trobled with a rheume, What willingly he did confound, he wail'd, Beleeu't…

Cæsar. No sweet Octauia, You shall heare from me still: the time shall not Out‑go my thinking on…

Ant. Come Sir, come, Ile wrastle with you in my strength of loue, Looke heere I haue you,…

Cæsar. Adieu, be happy.

Lep. Let all the number of the Starres giue light To thy faire way.

Cæsar. Farewell, farewell.

Kisses Octauia.

Ant. Farewell.

Trumpets sound.

Exeunt.

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.

Cleo. Where is the Fellow?

Alex. Halfe afeard to come.

Cleo. Go too, go too: Come hither Sir.

Enter the Messenger as before.

Alex. Good Maiestie: Herod of Iury dare not looke vpon you, but when you are well pleas'd.

Cleo. That Herods head, Ile haue: but how? When Anthony is gone, through whom I might commaund it:…

Mes. Most gratious Maiestie.

Cleo. Did'st thou behold Octauia?

Mes. I dread Queene.

Cleo. Where?

Mes. Madam in Rome, I lookt her in the face: and saw her led betweene her Brother, and…

Cleo. Is she as tall as me?

Mes. She is not Madam.

Cleo. Didst heare her speake? Is she shrill tongu'd or low?

Mes. Madam, I heard her speake, she is low voic'd.

Cleo. That's not so good: he cannot like her long.

Char. Like her? Oh Isis: 'tis impossible.

Cleo. I thinke so Charmian: dull of tongue, & dwarfish What Maiestie is in her gate, remember If…

Mes. She creepes: her motion, & her station are as one: She shewes a body, rather then a…

Cleo. Is this certaine?

Mes. Or I haue no obseruance.

Cha. Three in Egypt cannot make better note.

Cleo. He's very knowing, I do perceiu't, There's nothing in her yet. The Fellow ha's good iudgement.

Char. Excellent.

Cleo. Guesse at her yeares, I prythee.

Mess. Madam, she was a widdow.

Cleo. Widdow? Charmian, hearke.

Mes. And I do thinke she's thirtie.

Cle. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is't long or round?

Mess. Round, euen to faultinesse.

Cleo. For the most part too, they are foolish that are so. Her haire what colour?

Mess. Browne Madam: and her forehead As low as she would wish it.

Cleo. There's Gold for thee, Thou must not take my former sharpenesse ill, I will employ thee backe…

Char. A proper man.

Cleo. Indeed he is so: I repent me much That so I harried him. Why me think's by…

Char. Nothing Madam.

Cleo. The man hath seene some Maiesty, and should know.

Char. Hath he seene Maiestie? Isis else defend: and seruing you so long.

Cleopa. I haue one thing more to aske him yet good Charmian: but 'tis no matter, thou shalt…

Char. I warrant you Madam.

Exeunt.

Enter Anthony and Octauia.

Ant. Nay, nay Octauia, not onely that, That were excusable, that and thousands more Of semblable import, but…

Octaui. Oh my good Lord, Beleeue not all, or if you must beleeue, Stomacke not all. A more…

Ant. Gentle Octauia, Let your best loue draw to that point which seeks Best to preserue it: if…

Oct. Thanks to my Lord, The Ioue of power make me most weake, most weake, You reconciler: Warres…

Anth. When it appeeres to you where this begins, Turne your displeasure that way, for our faults Can…

Exeunt.

Enter Enobarbus, and Eros.

Eno. How now Friend Eros?

Eros. Ther's strange Newes come Sir.

Eno. What man?

Ero. Cæsar & Lepidus haue made warres vpon Pompey.

Eno. This is old, what is the successe?

Eros. Cæsar hauing made vse of him in the warres 'gainst Pompey: presently denied him riuality, would not…

Eno. Then would thou hadst a paire of chaps no more, and throw betweene them all the food…

Eros. He's walking in the garden thus, and spurnes The rush that lies before him. Cries Foole Lepidus,…

Eno. Our great Nauies rig'd.

Eros. For Italy and Cæsar, more Domitius, My Lord desires you presently: my Newes I might haue told…

Eno. 'Twill be naught, but let it be: bring me to Anthony.

Eros. Come Sir,

Exeunt.

Enter Agrippa, Mecenas, and Cæsar.

Cæs. Contemning Rome he ha's done all this, & more In Alexandria: heere's the manner of't: I'th'Market‑place on…

Mece. This in the publike eye?

Cæsar. I'th'common shew place, where they exercise, His Sonnes hither proclaimed the King of Kings, Great Media, Parthia,…

Mece. Let Rome be thus inform'd.

Agri. Who queazie with his insolence already, Will their good thoughts call from him.

Cæsar. The people knowes it, And haue now receiu'd his accusations.

Agri. Who does he accuse?

Cæsar. Cæsar, and that hauing in Cicilie Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him His part o'th'Isle.…

Agri. Sir, this should be answer'd.

Cæsar. 'Tis done already, and the Messenger gone: I haue told him Lepidus was growne too cruell, That…

Mec. Hee'l neuer yeeld to that.

Cæs. Nor must not then be yeelded to in this.

Enter Octauia with her Traine.

Octa. Haile Cæsar, and my L. haile most deere Cæsar.

Cæsar. That euer I should call thee Cast‑away.

Octa. You haue not call'd me so, nor haue you cause.

Cæs. Why haue you stoln vpon vs thus? you come not Like Cæsars Sister, The wife of Anthony…

Octa. Good my Lord, To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did it On my free‑will. My…

Cæs. Which soone he granted, Being an abstract 'tweene his Lust, and him.

Octa. Do not say so, my Lord.

Cæs. I haue eyes vpon him, And his affaires come to me on the wind: wher is he…

Octa. My Lord, in Athens.

Cæsar. No my most wronged Sister, Cleopatra Hath nodded him to her. He hath giuen his Empire Vp…

Octa. Aye me most wretched, That haue my heart parted betwixt two Friends, That does afflict each other.

Cæs. Welcom hither: your Letters did with‑holde our (breaking forth Till we perceiu'd both how you were wrong…

Agrip. Welcome Lady.

Mec. Welcome deere Madam, Each heart in Rome does loue and pitty you, Onely th'adulterous Anthony, most large…

Octa. Is it so sir?

Cæs. Most certaine: Sister welcome: pray you Be euer knowne to patience. My deer'st Sister.

Exeunt

Enter Cleopatra, and Enobarbus.

Cleo. I will be euen with thee, doubt it not.

Eno. But why, why, why?

Cleo. Thou hast forespoke my being in these warres, And say'st it is not fit.

Eno. Well: is it, is it.

Cleo. If not, denounc'd against vs, why should not we be there in person.

Enob. Well, I could reply: if wee should serue with Horse and Mares together, the Horse were meerly…

Cleo. What is't you say?

Enob. Your presence needs must puzle Anthony, Take from his heart, take from his Braine, from's time, What…

Cleo. Sinke Rome, and their tongues rot That speake against vs. A Charge we beare i'th'Warre, And as…

Enter Anthony and Camidius.

Eno. Nay I haue done, here comes the Emperor.

Ant. Is it not strange Camidius, That from Tarrentum, and Brandusium, He could so quickly cut the Ionian…

Cleo. Celerity is neuer more admir'd, Then by the negligent.

Ant. A good rebuke, Which might haue well becom'd the best of men To taunt at slacknesse. Camidius,…

Cleo. By Sea, what else?

Cam. Why will my Lord, do so?

Ant. For that he dares vs too't.

Enob. So hath my Lord, dar'd him to single fight.

Cam. I, and to wage this Battell at Pharsalia, Where Cæsar fought with Pompey. But these offers Which…

Enob. Your Shippes are not well mann'd, Your Marriners are Militers, Reapers, people Ingrost by swift Impresse. In…

Ant. By Sea, by Sea.

Eno. Most worthy Sir, you therein throw away The absolute Soldiership you haue by Land, Distract your Armie,…

Ant. Ile fight at Sea.

Cleo. I haue sixty Sailes, Cæsar none better.

Ant. Our ouer‑plus of shipping will we burne, of Action Beate th'approaching Cæsar. But if we faile, We…

Mes. The Newes is true, my Lord, he is descried, Cæsar ha's taken Toryne.

Ant. Can he be there in person? 'Tis impossible Strange, that his power should be. Camidius, Our nineteene…

Soul. Oh Noble Emperor, do not fight by Sea, Trust not to rotten plankes: Do you misdoubt This…

Ant. Well, well, away.

exit Ant. Cleo. & Enob.

Soul. By Hercules I thinke I am i'th'right.

Cam. Souldier thou art: but his whole action growes Not in the power on't: so our Leaders leade,…

Soul. You keepe by Land the Legions and the Horse whole, do you not?

Ven. Marcus Octauius, Marcus Iusteus, Publicola, and Celius, are for Sea: But we keepe whole by Land. This…

Soul. While h□ was yet in Rome. His power went out in such distractions, As beguilde all Spies.

Cam. Who's his Lieutenant, heare you?

Soul. They say, one Towrus.

Cam. Well, I know the man.

Enter a Messenger.

Mes. The Emperor cals Camidius.

Cam. With Newes the times wit□ Labour, And throwes forth each minute, some.

exeunt

Enter Cæsar with his Army, marching.

Cæs. Towrus?

Tow. My Lord.

Cæs Strike not by Land, Keepe whole, prouoke not Battaile Till we haue done at Sea. Do not…

exit.

Enter Anthony, and Enobarbus.

Ant. Set we our Squadrons on yond side o'th'Hill, In eye of Cæsars battaile, from which place We…

exit.

Camidius Marcheth with his Land Army one way ouer the stage, and Towrus the Lieutenant of Cæsar the…

Alarum. Enter Enobarbus and Scarus.

Eno. Naught, naught, al naught, I can behold no longer: Thantoniad, the Egyptian Admirall, With all their sixty…

Enter Scarrus.

Scar. Gods, & Goddesses, all the whol synod of them!

Eno. What's thy passion.

Scar. The greater Cantle of the world, is lost With very ignorance, we haue kist away Kingdomes, and…

Eno. How appeares the Fight?

Scar. On our side, like the Token'd Pestilence, Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred Nagge of Egypt, (Whom…

Eno. That I beheld: Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not Indure a further view.

Scar. She once being looft, The Noble ruine of her Magicke, Anthony, Claps on his Sea‑wing, and (like…

Enob. Alacke, alacke.

Enter Camidius.

Cam. Our Fortune on the Sea is out of breath, And sinkes most lamentably. Had our Generall Bin…

Enob. I, are you thereabouts? Why then goodnight indeed.

Cam. Toward Peloponnesus are they fled.

Scar. 'Tis easie toot, And there I will attend what further comes.

Camid. To Cæsar will I render My Legions and my Horse, sixe Kings alreadie Shew me the way…

Eno. Ile yet follow The wounded chance of Anthony, though my reason Sits in the winde against me.

Enter Anthony with Attendants.

Ant. Hearke, the Land bids me tread no more vpon't, It is asham'd to beare me. Friends, come…

Omnes. Fly? Not wee.

Ant. I haue fled my selfe, and haue instructed cowards To runne, and shew their shoulders. Friends be…

Sits downe

Enter Cleopatra led by Charmian and Eros.

Eros. 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.

Eros. See you heere, Sir?

Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie.

Char. Madam.

Iras. Madam, oh good Empresse.

Eros. Sir, sir.

Ant. Yes my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept His sword e'ne like a dancer, while I strooke…

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.

Cleo. 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…

Ant. I haue offended Reputation, A 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,…

Cleo. Oh my Lord, my Lord, Forgiue my fearfull sayles, I little thought You would haue followed.

Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well, My heart was to thy Rudder tyed by'th'strings, And thou should'st stowe…

Cleo. Oh my pardon.

Ant. Now I must To the young man send humble Treaties, dodge And palter in the shifts of…

Cleo. Pardon, pardon.

Ant. Fall not a teare I say, one of them rates All that is wonne and lost: Giue…

Exeunt

Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, and Dollabello, with others.

Cæs Let him appeare that's come from Anthony. Know you him.

Dolla. Cæsar, 'tis his Schoolemaster, An argument that he is pluckt, when hither He sends so poore a…

Enter Ambassador from Anthony.

Cæsar. Approach, and speake.

Amb. Such as I am, I come from Anthony: I was of late as petty to his ends,…

Cæs. Bee't so, declare thine office.

Amb. Lord of his Fortunes he salutes thee, and Requires to liue in Egypt, which not granted He…

Cæs. For Anthony, I haue no eares to his request. The Queene, Of Audience, nor Desire shall faile,…