Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 499 words
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NAy, but this dotage of our General's O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes That o'er the Files and Musters of the War, Have glowed like plated Mars: Now bend, now turn The Office and Devotion of their view Upon a Tawny Front. His Captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great Fights hath burst The Buckles on his breast, reneages all temper, And is become the Bellowes and the Fan To cool a Gypsies Lust. Look where they come: Take but good note, and you shall see in him (The triple Pillar of the world) transformed Into a Strumpets Foole. Behold and see. If it be Love indeed, tell me how much. There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned I'll set a bourn how far to be beloved. Then must thou needs find our new Heaven, new Earth. News (my good Lord) from Rome. Grates me, the sum. Nay hear them Anthony. Fulvia perchance is angry: Or who knows, If the scarse-bearded Caesar have not sent His powerful Mandate to you. Do this, or this; Take in that Kingdom, and Infranchise that: Performed, or else we damn thee. How, my Love? Perchance? Nay, and most like: You must not stay here longer, your dismission Is come from Caesar, therefore hear it Anthony. Where's Fuluias Process? (Caesar's I would say) both? Call in the Messengers: As I am Egypt's Queen, Thou blushest Anthony, and that blood of thine Is Caesar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame, When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The Messengers. Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide Arch Of the ranged Empire fall: here is my space, Kingdoms are clay: Our dungie earth alike Feeds Beast as Man; the Nobleness of life Is to do thus: when such a mutual pair, And such a twain can do't in which I bind One pain of punishment, the world to weet We stand up Peerless. Excellent falsehood: Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her? I'll seem the Fool I am not. Anthony will be himself. But stirred by Cleopatra. Now for the love of Love, and her soft hours, Let's not confound the time with Conference harsh; There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Without some pleasure now. What sport to night? Hear the Ambassadors. Fie wrangling Queen: Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, To weep: who every passion fully strives To make itself (in Thee) fair, and admired. No Messenger but thine, and all alone, to night we'll wander through the streets, and note The qualities of people. Come my Queen, Last night you did desire it. Speak not to us. Is Caesar with Antonius prized so slight? Sir sometimes when he is not Anthony, He comes too short of that great Property Which still should go with Anthony. I am full sorry, that he approves the common Liar, who thus speaks of him at Rome; but I will hope of better deeds to morrow. Rest you happy.
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NAy, but this dotage of our Generals Ore-flowes the meaſure: thoſe his goodly eyes That o're the Files and Muſters of the Warre, Haue glow'd like plated Mars: Now bend, now turne The Office and Deuotion of their view Vpon a Tawny Front. His Captaines heart, Which in the ſcuffles of great Fights hath burſt The Buckles on his breſt, reneages all temper, And is become the Bellowes and the Fan To coole a Gypſies Luſt. Looke where they come: Take but good note, and you ſhall ſee in him (The triple Pillar of the world) transform'd Into a Strumpets Foole. Behold and ſee. If it be Loue indeed, tell me how much. There's beggery in the loue that can be reckon'd Ile ſet a bourne how farre to be belou'd. Then muſt thou needes finde our new Heauen, new Earth. Newes (my good Lord) from Rome. Grates me, the ſumme. Nay heare them Anthony. Fuluia perchance is angry: Or who knowes, If the ſcarſe-bearded Caeſar haue not ſent His powrefull Mandate to you. Do this, or this; Take in that Kingdome, and Infranchiſe that: Perform't, or elſe we damne thee. How, my Loue? Perchance? Nay, and moſt like: You muſt not ſtay heere longer, your diſmiſſion Is come from Caeſar, therefore heare it Anthony. Where's Fuluias Proceſſe? (Caeſars I would ſay) both? Call in the Meſſengers: As I am Egypts Queene, Thou bluſheſt Anthony, and that blood of thine Is Caeſars homager: elſe ſo thy cheeke payes ſhame, When ſhrill-tongu'd Fuluia ſcolds. The Meſſengers. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide Arch Of the raing'd Empire fall: Heere is my ſpace, Kingdomes are clay: Our dungie earth alike Feeds Beaſt as Man; the Nobleneſſe of life Is to do thus: when ſuch a mutuall paire, And ſuch a twaine can doo't in which I binde One paine of puniſhment, the world to weete We ſtand vp Peereleſſe. Excellent falſhood: Why did he marry Fuluia, and not loue her? Ile ſeeme the Foole I am not. Anthony will be himſelfe. But ſtirr'd by Cleopatra. Now for the loue of Loue, and her ſoft houres, Let's not confound the time with Conference harſh; There's not a minute of our liues ſhould ſtretch Without ſome pleaſure now. What ſport to night? Heare the Ambaſſadors. Fye wrangling Queene: Whom euery thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, To weepe: who euery paſſion fully ſtriues To make it ſelfe (in Thee) faire, and admir'd. No Meſſenger but thine, and all alone, to night Wee'l wander through the ſtreets, and note The qualities of people. Come my Queene, Laſt night you did deſire it. Speake not to vs. Is Caeſar with Anthonius priz'd ſo ſlight? Sir ſometimes when he is not Anthony, He comes too ſhort of that great Property Which ſtill ſhould go with Anthony. I am full ſorry, that hee approues the common Lyar, who thus ſpeakes of him at Rome; but I will hope of better deeds to morrow. Reſt you happy.