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 · 505 words
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So Fulvia told me. I prithee turn aside, and weep for her, Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one Scene Of excellent dissembling, and let it look Like perfect Honor. You'll heat my blood no more? You can do better yet: but this is meetly. Now by Sword. And Target. Still he mends. But this is not the best. Look prithee Charmian, How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his chafe. I'll leave you Lady. Courteous Lord, one word: Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it: Sir, you and I have loved, but there's not it: That you know well, something it is I would: Oh, my Oblivion is a very Anthony, And I am all forgotten. But that your Royalty Holds Idleness your subject, I should take you For Idleness itself. 'Tis sweeting Labour, To bear such Idleness so near the heart As Cleopatra this. But Sir, forgive me, Since my becommings kill me, when they do not Eye well to you. Your Honour calls you hence, Therefore be deaf to my unpitied Folly, And all the Gods go with you. Upon your Sword Sat Laurel victory, and smooth success Be strewed before your feet. Let us go. Come: Our separation so abides and flies, That thou reciding here, goes yet with me; And I hence fleeting, here remain with thee. Away. You may see Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Caesar's Natural vice, to hate One great Competitor. From Alexandria This is the news: He fishes, drinks, and wastes The Lamps of night in revel: Is not more manlike Than Cleopatra: nor the Queen of Ptolemy More Womanly than he. Hardly gave audience Or vouchsafe to think he had Partners. You Shall find there a man, who is th' abstracts of all faults, That all men follow. I must not think There are, evils enough to darken all his goodness: His faults in him, seem as the Spots of Heaven, More fiery by night's Blackness; Hereditary, Rather than purchased: what he cannot change, Than what he chooses. You are too indulgent. Let's grant it is not Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy, To give a Kingdom for a Mirth, to sit And keep the turn of Tippling with a Slave, To reel the streets at noon, and stand the Buffet With knaves that smells of sweat: Say this become him (As his composure must be rare indeed, Whom these things cannot blemish) yet must Anthony No way excuse his foils, when we do bear So great weight in his lightness. If he filled His vacancy with his Voluptuousness, Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, Call on him for't. But to confound such time, That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud As his own State, and ours, 'tis to be chid: As we rate Boys, who being mature in knowledge, Pawn their experience to their present pleasure, And so rebel to judgement.
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So Fuluia told me. I prythee turne aſide, and weepe for her, Then bid adiew to me, and ſay the teares Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one Scene Of excellent diſſembling, and let it looke Like perfect Honor. You'l heat my blood no more? You can do better yet: but this is meetly. Now by Sword. And Target. Still he mends. But this is not the beſt. Looke prythee Charmian, How this Herculean Roman do's become The carriage of his chafe. Ile leaue you Lady. Courteous Lord, one word: Sir, you and I muſt part, but that's not it: Sir, you and I haue lou'd, but there's not it: That you know well, ſomething it is I would: Oh, my Obliuion is a very Anthony, And I am all forgotten. But that your Royalty Holds Idleneſſe your ſubiect, I ſhould take you For Idleneſſe it ſelfe. 'Tis ſweating Labour, To beare ſuch Idleneſſe ſo neere the heart As Cleopatra this. But Sir, forgiue me, Since my becommings kill me, when they do not Eye well to you. Your Honor calles you hence, Therefore be deafe to my vnpittied Folly, And all the Gods go with you. Vpon your Sword Sit Lawrell victory, and ſmooth ſucceſſe Be ſtrew'd before your feete. Let vs go. Come: Our ſeparation ſo abides and flies, That thou reciding heere, goes yet with mee; And I hence fleeting, heere remaine with thee. Away. You may ſee Lepidus, and henceforth know, It is not Caeſars Naturall vice, to hate One great Competitor. From Alexandria This is the newes: He fiſhes, drinkes, and waſtes The Lampes of night in reuell: Is not more manlike Then Cleopatra: nor the Queene of Ptolomy More Womanly then he. Hardly gaue audience Or vouchſafe to thinke he had Partners. You Shall finde there a man, who is th' abſtracts of all faults, That all men follow. I muſt not thinke There are, euils enow to darken all his goodneſſe: His faults in him, ſeeme as the Spots of Heauen, More fierie by nights Blackneſſe; Hereditarie, Rather then purchaſte: what he cannot change, Then what he chooſes. You are too indulgent. Let's graunt it is not Amiſſe to tumble on the bed of Ptolomy, To giue a Kingdome for a Mirth, to ſit And keepe the turne of Tipling with a Slaue, To reele the ſtreets at noone, and ſtand the Buffet With knaues that ſmels of ſweate: Say this becom him (As his compoſure muſt be rare indeed, Whom theſe things cannot blemiſh) yet muſt Anthony No way excuſe his foyles, when we do beare So great waight in his lightneſſe. If he fill'd His vacancie with his Voluptuouſneſſe, Full ſurfets, and the drineſſe of his bones, Call on him for't. But to confound ſuch time, That drummes him from his ſport, and ſpeakes as lowd As his owne State, and ours, 'tis to be chid: As we rate Boyes, who being mature in knowledge, Pawne their experience to their preſent pleaſure, And ſo rebell to iudgement.