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SHame and dishonour to the Roman name A triumph held at Alexandria Only to honour Cleopatra's pride? Ah Marcus, this Egyptian Queen was made to be the ruin of Antonius. To be the pleasure of Antonius. How can you jest Canidius, on a theme sad? How Plancus can you prophecy So sadly on so merry an occasion, As is the love of Ladies? Let Canidius Have his own way, Munatius, 'tis in vain To talk to him. Would you could let me have Antonius his way, upon condition I suffered you to censure gravely of it, And prophesy my ruin. But my Lords, You were as good be merry too, and take Your share of pleasure in th'Aegyptian Court. You'll do no good with these persuasions. He loves the Queen, and will do so in spite. Of our morality. 'tis too too true, That face of hers, that beauty in the bud Not fully blown, in years of innocence (If any years of hers were innocent) Set off with no adulterism of art, Nor clothed with state and pompous Majesty, But in a fortune clouded and distressed A wretched prisoner in her brother's Court, Yet then I say that charming face could move The manly temper of wise Julius Caesar, That Mars in heat of all his active war, When he pursued the flying Pompey hither, His sword yet reeking in Pharsalus' slaughter At sight of her became a doting Lover: And could we think that our Antonius A man not master of that temperance That Caesar had, could find a strength to guard His soul against that beauty now set off With so much wealth and majesty? No surely. I did not think Antonius was an Eunuch. Nor could I have believed he had been worthy To be a successor in Caesar's power, Unless he had succeeded him in her. Great Julius noble acts in war and state Assured the world that he was wise and valiant: But if he had not fall'n in love with her I should have much suspected his good nature. Nay then, Canidius, it shall be yours. Or what indeed were greatness in the world If he that did possess it, might not play The wanton with it? this Egyptian Queen Is a state beauty, and ordained by fate To be possessed by them that rule the world. Great Pompey's son enjoyed her first, and plucked Her Virgin blossom. When that Family, Whose ruin filled the World, was overthrown, Great Julius next came in as conqueror To have his share, and as he did in power, Succeeded him in Cleopatra, love. Now our Antonius takes his turn, and thinks That all the legions, all the swords, that came To make his greatness up when Julius died, Could give no greater privilege to him Then power to be the servant to this Queen. Thus whosoe'er in Rome be conqueror His laurel wreath is Cleopatra's love. And to speak justly of her, Nature teemed To build this woman for no meaner height. Her soul is full of greatness, and her wit
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SHame and diſhonour to the Roman name A triumph held at Alexandria Only to honour Cleopatraes pride? Ah Marcus, this Aegyptian Queen was made be the ruine of Antonius. be the pleaſure of Antonius. ow can you jeſt Canidius, on a theame ſad? Plancus can you prophecie ſadly on ſo merry an occaſion, As is the love of Ladies? Let Canidius Have his own way, Munatius, tis in vain To talk to him. Would you could let me have Antonius his way, upon condition I ſuffer'd you to cenſure gravely of it, And prophecie my ruine. But my Lords, You were as good be merry too, and take Your ſhare of pleaſure in th'Aegyptian Court. You'l do no good with theſe perſwaſions. He loves the Queen, and will do ſo in ſpite. Of our morality. Tis too too true, That face of hers, that beauty in the bud Not fully blown, in yeers of innocence (If any yeers of hers were innocent) Set off with no adulteriſme of art, Nor cloath'd with ſtate and pompous Majeſtie, But in a fortune clouded and diſtreſt A wretched priſoner in her brother's Court, Yet then I ſay that charming face could move The manly temper of wiſe Julius Caeſar, That Ma in heat of all his active warre, When he purſu'd the flying Pompey hither, His ſword yet reeking in Pharſaies ſlaughter At ſight of her became a dotng Lover: And could we think that our Antonius A man not maſter of that temperance That Caeſar had, could finde a ſtrength to guard His ſoul againſt that beauty now ſet off With ſo much wealth and majeſty? No ſurely. I did not think Antonius was an Eunuch. Nor could I have believ'd he had been worthy To be a ſucceſſour in Caeſa power, Unleſſe he had ſucceeded him in her. Great Julius noble acts in warre and ſtate Aſſur'd the world that he was wiſe and valiant: But if he had not falne in love with her I ſhould have much ſuſpected his good nature. Nay then, Canidius, it ſhall be yours. Or what indeed were greatneſſe in the world If he that did poſſeſſe it, might not play The wanton with t? this Aegyptian Queen Is a ſtate beauty, and ordain'd by fate To be poſſeſt by them that rule the world. Great Pompey's ſonne enjoy'd her firſt, and pluck'd Her Virgin bloſſome. When that Family, Whoſe ruine fill'd the World, was overthrown, Great Iulus next came in as conquerour To have his ſhare, and as he did in power, Succeeded him in Cleopatrae, love. Now our Antonius takes his turn, and thinks That all the legions▪ all the ſwords, that came To make his greatneſſe up when Julius dy'd, Could give no greater priviledge to him Then pwer to be the ſervant to this Queen. Thus whoſoere in Rome be conquerour His laurell wreath is Cleopatraes love. And to ſpeak juſtly of her, Nature teem'd To build this woman for no meaner height. Her ſoule is full of greatneſſe, and her wit