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 · 507 words
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Hush, here comes Anthony. Not he, the Queen. Save you, my Lord. No Lady. Was he not here? No Madam. He was disposed to mirth, but on the sudden A Roman thought hath strooke him. Enobarbus? Madam. Seek him, and bring him hither: where's Alexias? here at your service. My Lord approaches. We will not look upon him: Go with us. Fulvia thy Wife, First came into the Field. Against my Brother Lucius? I: but soon that War had end, And the times state Made friends of them, jointing their force 'gainst Caesar, Whose better issue in the war from Italy, Upon the first encounter drove them. Well, what worst. The Nature of bad news infects the Teller. When it concerns the Fool or Coward: On. Things that are past, are done, with me. 'Tis thus, Who tells me true, though in his Tale lie death, I hear him as he flattered. Labienus (this is stiffe-newes) Hath with his Parthian Force Extended Asia: from Euphrates his conquering Banner shook, from Syria to Lydia, And to Ionia, whilst— Anthony thou wouldst say. Oh my Lord. Speak to me home, Mince not the general tongue, name Cleopatra as she is called in Rome: Rail thou in Fuluia's phrase, and taunt my faults With such full Licence, as both Truth and Malice Have power to utter. Oh than we forth weeds, When our quick winds lie still, and our ills told us Is as our ear-ring: far thee well awhlle. At your Noble pleasure. From Scicion how the news? Speak there. The man from Scicion, Is there such an one? He stays upon your will. Let him appear: These strong Egyptian Fetters I must break, Or lose myself in dotage. What are you? Fulvia thy wife is dead. Where died she. In Scicion, her length of sickness, With what else more serious, Importeth thee to know, this bears. Forbear me There's a great Spirit gone, thus did I desire it: What our contempts doth of ten hurl from us, We with it ours again. The present pleasure, By revolution lowering, does become The opposite of itself: she's good being gone, The hand could pluck her back, that should her on. I must from this enchanting Queen break off, Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know My idleness doth hatch. How now Enobarbus. What's your pleasure, Sir? I must with haste from hence. Why then we kill all our Women. We see how mortal an unkindness is to them, if they suffer our departure death's the word. I must be gone. Under a compelling an occasion, let women die. It were pity to cast them away for nothing, though between them and a great cause, they should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly: I have seen her dye twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying. She is cunning past man's thought.
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Huſh, heere comes Anthony. Not he, the Queene. Saue you, my Lord. No Lady. Was he not heere? No Madam. He was diſpos'd to mirth, but on the ſodaine A Romane thought hath ſtrooke him. Enobarbus? Madam. Seeke him, and bring him hither: wher's Alexias? Heere at your ſeruice. My Lord approaches. We will not looke vpon him: Go with vs. Fuluia thy Wife, Firſt came into the Field. Againſt my Brother Lucius? I: but ſoone that Warre had end, And the times ſtate Made friends of them, ioynting their force 'gainſt Caeſar, Whoſe better iſſue in the warre from Italy, Vpon the firſt encounter draue them. Well, what worſt. The Nature of bad newes infects the Teller. When it concernes the Foole or Coward: On. Things that are paſt, are done, with me. 'Tis thus, Who tels me true, though in his Tale lye death, I heare him as he flatter'd. Labienus (this is ſtiffe-newes) Hath with his Parthian Force Extended Aſia: from Euphrates his conquering Banner ſhooke, from Syria to Lydia, And to Ionia, whil'ſt — Anthony thou would'ſt ſay. Oh my Lord. Speake to me home, Mince not the generall tongue, name Cleopatra as ſhe is call'd in Rome: Raile thou in Fuluia's phraſe, and taunt my faults With ſuch full Licenſe, as both Truth and Malice Haue power to vtter. Oh then we forth weeds, When our quicke windes lye ſtill, and our illes told vs Is as our earing: fare thee well awhlle. At your Noble pleaſure. From Scicion how the newes? Speake there. The man from Scicion, Is there ſuch an one? He ſtayes vpon your will. Let him appeare: Theſe ſtrong Egyptian Fetters I muſt breake, Or looſe my ſelfe in dotage. What are you? Fuluia thy wife is dead. Where dyed ſhe. In Scicion, her length of ſickneſſe, With what elſe more ſerious, Importeth thee to know, this beares. Forbeare me There's a great Spirit gone, thus did I deſire it: What our contempts doth of ten hurle from vs, We with it ours againe. The preſent pleaſure, By reuolution lowring, does become The oppoſite of it ſelfe: ſhe's good being gon, The hand could plucke her backe, that ſhou'd her on. I muſt from this enchanting Queene breake off, Ten thouſand harmes, more then the illes I know My idleneſſe doth hatch. How now Enobarbus. What's your pleaſure, Sir? I muſt with haſte from hence. Why then we kill all our Women. We ſee how mortall an vnkindneſſe is to them, if they ſuffer our departure death's the word. I muſt be gone. Vnder a compelling an occaſion, let women die. It were pitty to caſt them away for nothing, though betweene them and a great cauſe, they ſhould be eſteemed nothing. Cleopatra catching but the leaſt noyſe of this, inſtantly: I haue ſeene her dye twenty times vppon fa orer moment: I do think there is mettle in death, which mits ſome louing acte vpon her, ſhe hath ſuch a celerity in dying. She is cunning paſt mans thought.