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[Scene XI.]


Enter Anthony with Attendants.

Ant.
Hearke, the Land bids me tread no more vpon't,
It 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 Cæſar.

Omnes.
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,
My 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
Haue 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;
I will poſſeſſe you of that ſhip and Treaſure.
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.

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
The leane and wrinkled Caſſius, and 'twas I
That the mad Brutus ended: he alone
Dealt on Lieutenantry, and no practiſe had
In 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.

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 comfort makes the reſcue.

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,
By looking backe what I haue left behinde
Stroy'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,
My 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.

Cleo.
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,
Making, 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.

Ant.
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
Within there, and our Viands: Fortune knowes,
We ſcorne her moſt, when moſt ſhe offers blowes. Exeunt

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