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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of A Discourse of Life and Death, by Mornay;
+and  Antonius by Garnier, by Philippe de  Mornay and Robert Garnier
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+Title: A Discourse of Life and Death, by Mornay; and  Antonius by Garnier
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+Author: Philippe de  Mornay
+        Robert Garnier
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+Translator: Mary Sidney Herbert
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+Release Date: June 10, 2007 [EBook #21789]
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+  A
+  Diſcourſe of Life
+  _and Death_.
+
+  Written in French by _Ph.
+  Mornay_.
+
+  Antonius,
+  _A Tragœdie written also in French_
+  by _Ro. Garnier_.
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+  Both done in English by the
+  _Countesse of Pembroke_.
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+[Illustration: publisher’s device]
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+AT LONDON,
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+Printed for _William Ponsonby_.
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+1592.
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+A Discourse of Life and Death,
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+Written in French by _Ph. Mornay_.
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+_Sieur du Plessis Marly_.
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+
+It seemes to mee strange, and a thing much to be marueiled, that
+the laborer to repose himselfe hasteneth as it were the course
+of the Sunne: that the Mariner rowes with all force to attayne
+the porte, and with a ioyfull crye salutes the descryed land:
+that the traueiler is neuer quiet nor content till he be at the
+ende of his voyage: and that wee in the meane while tied in this
+world to a perpetuall taske, tossed with continuall tempest,
+tyred with a rough and combersome way, cannot yet see the ende
+of our labour but with griefe, nor behold our porte but with
+teares, nor approch our home and quiet abode but with horrour
+and trembling. This life is but a _Penelopes_ web, wherein we
+are alwayes doing and vndoing: a sea open to all windes, which
+sometime within, sometime without neuer cease to torment vs:
+a weary iorney through extreame heates, and coldes, ouer high
+mountaynes, steepe rockes, and theeuish deserts. And so we terme
+it in weauing at this web, in rowing at this oare, in passing
+this miserable way. Yet loe when death comes to ende our worke,
+when she stretcheth out her armes to pull vs into the porte,
+when after so many dangerous passages, and lothsome lodgings she
+would conduct vs to our true home and resting place: in steede
+of reioycing at the ende of our labour, of taking comfort at the
+sight of our land, of singing at the approch of our happie
+mansion, we would faine, (who would beleeue it?) retake our
+worke in hand, we would againe hoise saile to the winde, and
+willinglie vndertake our iourney anew. No more then remember we
+our paines, our shipwracks and dangers are forgotten: we feare
+no more the trauailes nor the theeues. Contrarywise, we
+apprehende death as an extreame payne, we doubt it as a rocke,
+we flye it as a theefe. We doe as litle children, who all the
+day complayne, and when the medicine is brought them, are no
+longer sicke: as they who all the weeke long runne vp and downe
+the streetes with payne of the teeth, and seeing the Barber
+comming to pull them out, feele no more payne: as those tender
+and delicate bodyes, who in a pricking pleurisie complaine, crie
+out, and cannot stay for a Surgion, and when they see him
+whetting his Launcet to cut the throate of the disease, pull in
+their armes, and hide them in the bed, as, if he were come to
+kill them. We feare more the cure then the disease, the surgion
+then the paine, the stroke then the impostume. We haue more
+sence of the medicins bitternes soone gone, then of a bitter
+languishing long continued: more feeling of death the end of our
+miseries, then the endlesse misery of our life. And whence
+proceedeth this folly and simplicitie? we neyther knowe life,
+nor death. We feare that we ought to hope for, and wish for that
+we ought to feare. We call life a continuall death: and death
+the issue of a liuing death, and the entrance of a neuer dying
+life. Now what good, I pray you, is there in life, that we
+should so much pursue it? or what euill is there in death, that
+we should so much eschue it? Nay what euill is there not in
+life? and what good is there not in death? Consider all the
+periods of this life. We enter it in teares; we passe it in
+sweate, we ende it in sorow. Great and litle, ritch and poore,
+not one in the whole world, that can pleade immunitie from this
+condition. Man in this point worse then all other creatures, is
+borne vnable to support himselfe: neither receyuing in his first
+yeeres any pleasure, nor giuing to others but annoy and
+displeasure, and before the age of discretion passing infinite
+dangers. Only herein lesse vnhappy then in other ages, that he
+hath no sence nor apprehension of his vnhappines. Now is there
+any so weake minded, that if it were graunted him to liue
+alwayes a childe, would make accompt of such a life? So then it
+is euident that not simplie to liue is a good, but well and
+happilie to liue. But proceede. Growes he? with him growe his
+trauailes. Scarcely is he come out of his nurses hands, scarcely
+knowes he what it is to play, but he falleth into the subiection
+of some Schoolemaister: I speake but of those which are best and
+most precisely brought vp. Studies he? it is euer with repining.
+Playes he? neuer but with feare. This whole age while he is
+vnder the charge of an other, is vnto him but as a prison. He
+only thinks, and only aspires to that time when freed from the
+mastership of another, he may become maister of himselfe:
+pushing onward (as much as in him lies) his age with his
+shoulder, that soone he may enioy his hoped libertie. In short,
+he desires nothing more then the ende of this base age, and the
+beginning of his youth. And what else I pray you is the
+beginning of youth, but the death of infancy? the beginning of
+manhood, but the death of youth? the beginning of to morow, but
+the death of to day? In this sort then desires he his death, and
+iudgeth his life miserable: and so cannot be reputed in any
+happines or contentment. Behold him now, according to his wish,
+at libertie: in that age, wherein _Hercules_ had the choise, to
+take the way of vertue or of vice, reason or passion for his
+guide, and of these two must take one. His passion entertains
+him with a thousand delights, prepares for him a thousand
+baites, presents him with a thousand worldly pleasures to
+surprize him: and fewe there are that are not beguiled. But at
+the reconings ende what pleasures are they? pleasures full of
+vice which hold him still in a restles feauer: pleasures subiect
+to repentance, like sweete meates of hard disgestion: pleasures
+bought with paine and perill, spent and past in a moment, and
+followed with a long and lothsome remorse of conscience. And
+this is the very nature (if they be well examined) of all the
+pleasures of this world. There is in none so much sweetenes, but
+there is more bitternes: none so pleasant to the mouth, but
+leaues an vnsauery after taste and lothsome disdaine: none
+(which is worse) so moderated but hath his corosiue, and caries
+his punishment in it selfe. I will not heere speake of the
+displeasures confessed by all, as quarells, debates, woundes,
+murthers, banishments, sicknes, perils, whereinto sometimes the
+incontinencie, sometimes the insolencie of this ill guided age
+conductes him. But if those that seem pleasures, be nothing else
+but displeasures: if the sweetnes thereof be as an infusion of
+wormewood: it is plaine enough what the displeasure is they
+feele, and how great the bitternes that they taste. Behold in
+summe the life of a yong man, who rid of the gouernment of his
+parents and maisters, abandons himselfe to all libertie or
+rather bondage of his passion: which right like an vncleane
+spirit possessing him, casts him now into the water, now into
+the fire: sometimes caries him cleane ouer a rocke, and sometime
+flings him headlong to the bottome. Now if he take and followe
+reason for his guide, beholde on the other part wonderfull
+difficulties: he must resolue to fight in euery part of the
+field: at euery step to be in conflict, and at handstrokes, as
+hauing his enemy in front, in flanke, and on the reareward,
+neuer leauing to assaile him. And what enemy? all that can
+delight him, all that he sees neere, or farre off: briefly the
+greatest enemy of the world, the world it selfe. But which is
+worse, a thousand treacherous and dangerous intelligences among
+his owne forces, and his passion within himselfe desperate:
+which in that age growne to the highest, awaits but time, houre,
+and occasion to surprize him, and cast him into all viciousnes.
+God only and none other, can make him choose this way: God only
+can hold him in it to the ende: God only can make him victorious
+in all his combats. And well we see how fewe they are that enter
+into it, and of those fewe, how many that retire againe. Follow
+the one way, or follow the other, he must either subiect
+himselfe to a tyrannicall passion, or vndertake a weery and
+continuall combate, willingly cast himselfe to destruction, or
+fetter himselfe as it were in stockes, easily sincke with the
+course of the water, or painefully swimme against the streame.
+Loe here the young man, who in his youth hath drunke his full
+draught of the worlds vaine and deceiuable pleasures, ouertaken
+by them with such a dull heauines, and astonishment, as
+drunkards the morow after a feast: either so out of taste, that
+he will no more, or so glutted, that he can no more: not able
+without griefe to speake, or thinke of them. Loe him that
+stoutly hath made resistance: he feeles himselfe so weery, and
+with this continuall conflict so brused and broken, that either
+he is vpon the point to yeeld himselfe, or content to dye, and
+so acquit himselfe. And this is all the good, all the
+contentment of this florishing age, by children so earnestlie
+desired, and by old folkes so hartely lamented. Now commeth that
+which is called perfit age, in the which men haue no other
+thoughts, but to purchase themselues wisedome and rest. Perfit
+in deede, but herein only perfit, that all imperfections of
+humane nature, hidden before vnder the simplicitie of childhood,
+or the lightnes of youth, appeere at this age in their
+perfection. We speake of none in this place but such as are
+esteemed the wisest, and most happie in the conceit of the
+world. We played as you haue seene in feare: our short pleasures
+were attended on with long repentance. Behold, now present
+themselues to vs auarice, and ambition, promising if wee will
+adore them, perfect contentmẽt of the goods and honors of this
+world. And surely there are none, but the true children of the
+Lord, who by the faire illusions of the one or the other cast
+not themselues headlong from the top of the pinnacle. But in the
+ende, what is all this contentment? The couetous man makes a
+thousand voiages by sea and by lande: runnes a thousand
+fortunes: escapes a thousand shipwrackes in perpetuall feare and
+trauell: and many times he either looseth his time, or gaineth
+nothing but sicknesses, goutes, and oppilations for the time to
+come. In the purchase of this goodly repose, he bestoweth his
+true rest: and to gaine wealth looseth his life. Suppose he hath
+gained in good quantitie: that he hath spoiled the whole East of
+pearles, and drawen dry all the mines of the West: will he
+therefore be setled in quiet? can he say that he is content? All
+charges and iourneys past, by his passed paines he heapeth vp
+but future disquietnes both of minde and body: from one trauell
+falling into another, neuer ending, but changing his miseries.
+He desired to haue them, and now feares to loose them: he got
+them with burning ardour, and possesseth in trembling colde: he
+aduentured among theeues to seeke them, and hauing found them,
+theeues and robbers on all sides, runne mainely on him: he
+laboured to dig them out of the earth, and now is enforced to
+redig, and rehide them. Finally comming from all his voiages he
+comes into a prison: and for an ende of his bodely trauels, is
+taken with endlesse trauails of the minde. And what at length
+hath this poore soule attained after so many miseries? This
+Deuill of couetise by his illusions, and enchantments, beares
+him in hand that he hath some rare and singuler thing: and so it
+fareth with him, as with those seely creatures, whome the Deuill
+seduceth vnder couler of releeuing their pouertie, who finde
+their hands full of leaues, supposing to finde them full of
+crownes. He possesseth or rather is possessed by a thing,
+wherein is neither force nor vertue: more vnprofitable, and more
+base, then the least hearbe of the earth. Yet hath he heaped
+togither this vile excrement, and so brutish is growne, as
+therewith to crowne his head, which naturally he should tread
+vnder his feete. But howsoeuer it be, is he therewith content?
+Nay contrarywise lesse now, then euer. We commend most those
+drinks that breede an alteration, and soonest extinguish thyrst:
+and those meates, which in least quantitie do longest resist
+hunger. Now hereof the more a man drinkes, the more he is a
+thirst, the more he eates, the more an hungred: It is a dropsie,
+(and as they tearme it) the dogs hunger: sooner may he burst
+then be satisfied. And which is worse, so strange in some is
+this thyrst, that it maketh them dig the pits, and painefully
+drawe the water, and after will not suffer them to drinke. In
+the middest of a riuer they are dry with thirst: and on a heape
+of corne cry out of famine: they haue goodes and dare not vse
+them: they haue ioyes it seemes, and do not enioy them: they
+neither haue for themselues, nor for another: but of all they
+haue, they haue nothing: and yet haue want of all they haue not.
+Let vs then returne to that, that the attaining of all these
+deceiuable goods is nothing else but weerines of body, and the
+possession for the most part, but weerines of the minde: which
+certenly is so much the greater, as is more sensible, more
+subtile, and more tender the soule then the body. But the heape
+of all misery is when they come to loose them: when either
+shipwracke, or sacking, or inuasion, or fire, or such like
+calamities, to which these fraile things are subiect, doth take
+and cary them from them. Then fall they to cry, to weepe, and to
+torment themselues, as little children that haue lost their
+play-game, which notwithstanding is nothing worth. One cannot
+perswade them, that mortall men haue any other good in this
+world, but that which is mortall. They are in their owne
+conceits not only spoyled, but altogither flayed. And for asmuch
+as in these vaine things they haue fixed all their hope, hauing
+lost them, they fall into despaire, out of the which commonly
+they cannot be withdrawen. And which is more, all that they haue
+not gained according to the accompts they made, they esteeme
+lost: all that which turnes them not to great and extraordinary
+profit, they accompt as damage: whereby we see some fall into
+such despaire, as they cast away themselues. In short, the
+recompence that Couetise yeelds those that haue serued it all
+their life, is oftentimes like that of the Deuill: whereof the
+ende is, that after a small time hauing gratified his disciples,
+either he giues them ouer to a hangman, or himselfe breakes
+their neckes. I will not heere discourse of the wickednes and
+mischiefes wherevnto the couetous men subiect themselues to
+attaine to these goodes, whereby their conscience is filled with
+a perpetuall remorse, which neuer leaues them in quiet:
+sufficeth that in this ouer vehement exercise, which busieth and
+abuseth the greatest part of the world, the body is slaine, the
+minde is weakened, the soule is lost without any pleasure or
+contentment.
+
+Come we to ambition, which by a greedines of honor fondly
+holdeth occupied the greatest persons. Thinke we there to finde
+more? nay rather lesse. As the one deceiueth vs, geuing vs for
+all our trauaile, but a vile excrement of the earth: so the
+other repayes vs, but with smoke and winde: the rewards of this
+being as vaine, as those of that were grosse. Both in the one
+and the other, we fall into a bottomles pit; but into this the
+fall by so much the more dangerous, as at the first shewe, the
+water is more pleasant and cleare. Of those that geue themselues
+to courte ambition, some are great about Princes, others
+commanders of Armies: both sorts according to their degree, you
+see saluted, reuerenced, and adored of those that are vnder
+them. You see them appareled in purple, in scarlet, and in cloth
+of gould: it seemes at first sight there is no contentment in
+the world but theirs. But men knowe not how heauy an ounce of
+that vaine honor weighes, what those reuerences cost them, and
+how dearely they pay for an ell of those rich stuffes: who knewe
+them well, would neuer buy them at the price. The one hath
+attained to this degree, after a long and painefull seruice
+hazarding his life vpon euery occasion, with losse ofttimes of a
+legge or an arme, and that at the pleasure of a Prince, that
+more regards a hundred perches of ground on his neighbours
+frontiers, then the liues of a hundred thousand such as he:
+vnfortunate to serue who loues him not: and foolish to thinke
+himselfe in honor with him, that makes so litle reckening to
+loose him for a thing of no worth. Others growe vp by flattering
+a Prince, and long submitting their toongs and hands to say and
+doe without difference whatsoeuer they will haue them: wherevnto
+a good minde can neuer commaund it selfe. They shall haue
+indured a thousand iniuries, receiued a thousand disgraces, and
+as neere as they seeme about the Prince, they are neuertheles
+alwayes as the Lions keeper, who by long patience, a thousand
+feedings and a thousand clawings hath made a fierce Lion
+familiar, yet geues him neuer meate, but with pulling backe his
+hand, alwayes in feare least he should catch him: and if once in
+a yere he bites him, he sets it so close, that he is paid for a
+long time after. Such is the ende of all princes fauorites. When
+a Prince after long breathings hath raised a man to great
+height, he makes it his pastime, at what time he seemes to be at
+the top of his trauaile, to cast him downe at an instant: when
+he hath filled him with all wealth, he wrings him after as a
+sponge: louing none but himself, and thinking euery one made,
+but to serue, and please him. These blinde courtiers make
+themselues beleeue, that they haue freends, and many that honor
+them: neuer considering that as they make semblance to loue, and
+honor euery body, so others do by them. Their superiors disdaine
+them, and neuer but with scorne do so much as salute them. Their
+inferiors salute them because they haue neede of them (I meane
+of their fortune, of their foode, of their apparell, not of
+their person) and for their equalls betweene whome commonly
+friendship consistes, they enuy each other, accuse each other,
+crosse each other; continually greeued either at their owne
+harme, or at others good. Nowe what greater hell is there, what
+greater torment, then enuie? which in truth is nought else but a
+feauer _Hectique_ of the mind: so they are vtterly frustrate of
+all frendship, euer iudged by the wisest the chiefe and
+soueraigne good among men. Will you see it more clearely? Let
+but fortune turne her backe, euery man turnes from them: let her
+frowne; euery man lookes aside on them: let them once be
+disroabed of their triumphall garment, no body will any more
+knowe them. Againe, let there be apparelled in it the most
+vnworthie, and infamous whatsoeuer: euen he without difficultie
+by vertue of his robe, shall inherit all the honours the other
+had done him. In the meane time they are puffed vp, and growe
+proude, as the Asse which caried the image of _Isis_ was for the
+honors done to the Goddesse, and regard not that it is the
+fortune they carry which is honored, not themselues, on whome as
+on Asses, many times she will be caried. But you will say: At
+least so long as that fortune endured, they were at ease, and
+had their contentment, and who hath three or foure or more
+yeeres of happy time, hath not bin all his life vnhappie. True,
+if this be to be at ease continually to feare to be cast downe
+from that degree, wherevnto they are raised: and dayly to desire
+with great trauaile to clime yet higher. Those (my friend) whome
+thou takest so well at their ease, because thou seest them but
+without, are within farre otherwise. They are faire built
+prisons, full within of deepe ditches, and dungeons: full of
+darkenes, serpents and torments. Thou supposest them lodged at
+large, and they thinke their lodgings straite. Thou thinkest
+them very high, and they thinke themselues very lowe. Now as
+sicke is he, and many times more sicke, who thinkes himselfe so,
+then who in deed is. Suppose them to be Kings: if they thinke
+themselues slaues, they are no better: for what are we but by
+opinion? you see them well followed and attended: and euen those
+whome they haue chosen for their guard, they distrust. Alone or
+in company euer they are in feare. Alone they looke behinde
+them: in company they haue an eye on euery side of them. They
+drinke in gould and siluer; but in those, not in earth or glasse
+is poison prepared and dronke. They haue their beds soft and
+well made: when they lay them to sleepe you shall not heare a
+mouse stur in the chamber: not so much as a flie shall come
+neere their faces. Yet neuertheles, where the countreyman
+sleepes at the fall of a great riuer, at the noise of a market,
+hauing no other bed but the earth, nor couering but the heauens,
+these in the middest of all this silence and delicacie, do
+nothing but turne from side to side, it seemes still that they
+heare some body, there rest it selfe is without rest. Lastly,
+will you knowe what the diuersitie is betwene the most hardly
+intreated prisoners and them? both are inchained, both loaden
+with fetters, but that the one hath them of iron, the other of
+gould, and that the one is tied but by the body, the other by
+the mind. The prisoner drawes his fetters after him, the
+courtier weareth his vpon him. The prisoners minde sometimes
+comforts the paine of his body, and sings in the midst of his
+miseries: the courtier tormented in minde weerieth incessantly
+his body, and can neuer giue it rest. And as for the contentment
+you imagine they haue, you are therein yet more deceiued. You
+iudge and esteeme them great, because they are raised high: but
+as fondly, as who should iudge a dwarfe great, for being set on
+a tower, or on the top of a mountaine. You measure (so good a
+Geometrician you are) the image with his base, which were
+conuenient, to knowe his true height, to be measured by itselfe:
+whereas you regard not the height of the image, but the height
+of the place it stands vpon. You deeme them great (if in this
+earth there can be greatnes, which in respect of the whole
+heauens is but a point.) But could you enter into their mindes,
+you would iudge, that neither they are great, true greatnes
+consisting in contempt of those vaine greatnesses, wherevnto
+they are slaues: nor seeme vnto themselues so, seeing dayly they
+are aspiring higher, and neuer where they would be. Some one
+sets downe a bound in his minde. Could I attaine to such a
+degree, loe, I were content: I would then rest my selfe. Hath he
+attained it? he geues himselfe not so much as a breathing: he
+would yet ascend higher. That which is beneath he counts a toy:
+it is in his opinion but one step. He reputes himselfe lowe,
+because there is some one higher, in stead of reputing himselfe
+high, because there are a million lower. And so high he climes
+at last, that either his breath failes him by the way, or he
+slides from the top to the bottome. Or if he get vp by all his
+trauaile, it is but as to finde himselfe on the top of the
+Alpes: not aboue the cloudes, windes and stormes: but rather at
+the deuotion of lightnings, and tempests, and whatsoeuer else
+horrible, and dangerous is engendred, and conceiued in the aire:
+which most commonly taketh pleasure to thunderbolt and dash into
+pouder that proude height of theirs. It may be herein you will
+agree with me, by reason of the examples wherewith both
+histories, and mens memories are full. But say you, such at
+least whome nature hath sent into the world with crownes on
+their heads, and scepters in their hands: such as from their
+birth she hath set in that height, as they neede take no paine
+to ascend: seeme without controuersie exempt from all these
+iniuries, and by consequence may call themselues happie. It may
+be in deed they feele lesse such incommodities, hauing bene
+borne, bred and brought vp among them: as one borne neere the
+downfalls of _Nilus_ becomes deafe to the sound: in prison,
+laments not the want of libertie: among the _Cimmerians_ in
+perpetuall night, wisheth not for day: on the top of the Alpes,
+thinks not straunge of the mistes, the tempests, the snowes, and
+the stormes. Yet free doubtles they are not whẽ the lightening
+often blasteth a flowre of their crownes, or breakes their
+scepter in their handes: when a drift of snowe ouerwhelmes them;
+when a miste of heauines, and griefe continually blindeth their
+wit, and vnderstanding. Crowned they are in deede, but with a
+crowne of thornes. They beare a scepter: but it is of a reede,
+more then any thing in the world pliable, and obedient to all
+windes: it being so far off that such a crowne can cure the
+maigrims of the minde, and such a scepter keepe off and fray
+away the griefs and cares which houer about them: that it is
+contrariwise the crowne that brings them, and the scepter which
+from all partes attracts them. O crowne, said the Persian
+Monarch, who knewe howe heauy thou sittest on the head, would
+not vouchsafe to take thee vp, though he found thee in his way.
+This Prince it seemed gaue fortune to the whole world,
+distributed vnto men haps and mishaps at his pleasure: could in
+show make euery man content: himselfe in the meane while freely
+confessing, that in the whole world, which he held in his hand
+there was nothing but griefe, and vnhappines. And what will all
+the rest tell vs, if they list to vtter what they found? We will
+not aske them who haue concluded a miserable life with a
+dishonorable death: who haue beheld their kingdomes buried
+before them, and haue in great misery long ouerliued their
+greatnes. Not of _Dionyse_ of _Sicill_, more content with a
+handfull of twigs to whip little children of _Corinth_ in a
+schoole, then with the scepter, where with he had beaten all
+_Sicill_: nor of _Sylla_, who hauing robbed the whole state of
+_Rome_, which had before robbed the whole world, neuer found
+meanes of rest in himselfe, but by robbing himselfe of his owne
+estate, with incredible hazard both of his power and authoritie.
+But demaund we the opinion of King _Salomon_, a man indued with
+singuler gifts of God, rich and welthie of all things: who
+sought for treasure from the Iles. He will teach vs by a booke
+of purpose, that hauing tried all the felicities of the earth,
+he found nothing but vanitie, trauaile, and vexation of spirit.
+Aske we the Emperour _Augustus_, who peaceably possessed the
+whole world. He will bewaile his life past, and among infinite
+toiles wish for the rest of the meanest man of the earth:
+accounting that day most happy, when he might vnloade himselfe
+of this insupportable greatnes to liue quietly among the least.
+Of _Tiberius_ his successor, he will confesse vnto vs, that he
+holdes the Empire as a wolfe by the eares, and that (if without
+danger of biting he might) he would gladly let it goe:
+complayning on fortune for lifting him so high, and then taking
+away the ladder, that he could not come downe agayne. Of
+_Dioclesian_, a Prince of so great wisedome and vertue in the
+opinion of the world: he will preferre his voluntary banishment
+at _Salona_, before all the Romaine Empire. Finally, the
+Emperour Charles the fifth, esteemed by our age the most happy
+that hath liued these many ages: he will curse his conquestes,
+his victories, his triumphes: and not be ashamed to confesse
+that farre more good in comparison he hath felt in one day of
+his Monkish solitarines, then in all his triumphant life. Now
+shall we thinke those happie in this imaginate greatnes, who
+themselues thinke themselues vnhappie? seeking their happines in
+lessening themselues, and not finding in the world one place to
+rest this greatnes, or one bed quietly to sleepe in? Happie is
+he only who in minde liues contented: and he most of all
+vnhappie, whome nothing he can haue can content. Then miserable
+_Pyrrhus_ King of _Albanie_, who would winne all the world, to
+winne (as he sayd) rest: and went so farre to seeke that which
+was so neere him. But more miserable _Alexander_, that being
+borne King of a great Realme, and Conqueror almost of the earth,
+sought for more worlds to satisfye his foolish ambition, within
+three dayes content, with sixe foote of grounde. To conclude,
+are they borne on the highest Alpes? they seeke to scale heauen.
+Haue they subdued all the Kings of the earth? they haue quarels
+to pleade with God, and indeuour to treade vnder foote his
+kingdome. They haue no end nor limit, till God laughing at their
+vaine purposes, when they thinke themselues at the last step,
+thunderstriketh all this presumption, breaking in shiuers their
+scepters in their hands, and oftentimes intrapping them in their
+owne crownes. At a word, whatsoeuer happines can be in that
+ambition promiseth, is but suffering much ill, to get ill. Men
+thinke by dayly climing higher to plucke themselues out of this
+ill, and the height wherevnto they so painefully aspire, is the
+height of misery it selfe. I speake not heere of the wretchednes
+of them, who all their life haue held out their cap to receiue
+the almes of court fortune, and can get nothing, often with
+incredible heart griefe, seeing some by lesse paines taken haue
+riches fall into their hands: of them, who iustling one an other
+to haue it, loose it, and cast it into the hands of a third: Of
+those, who holding it in their hands to hold it faster, haue
+lost it through their fingers. Such by all men are esteemed
+vnhappie, and are indeed so, because they iudge themselues so.
+It sufficeth that all these liberalities which the Deuill
+casteth vs as out at a windowe, are but baites: all these
+pleasures but embushes: and that he doth but make his sport
+of vs, who striue one with another for such things, as most
+vnhappie is he, that hath best hap to finde them. Well now, you
+will say, the Couetouse in all his goodes, hath no good: the
+Ambitious at the best he can be, is but ill. But may there not
+be some, who supplying the place of Iustice, or being neere
+about a Prince, may without following such vnbrideled passions,
+pleasantly enioy their goodes, ioyning honor with rest and
+contentment of minde? Surely in former ages (there yet remayning
+among men some sparkes of sinceritie) in some sort it might
+be so: but being of that composition they nowe are, I see not
+how it may be in any sorte. For deale you in affayres of estate
+in these times, either you shall do well, or you shall do ill.
+If ill, you haue God for your enemy, and your owne conscience
+for a perpetually tormenting executioner. If well, you haue men
+for your enemies, and of men the greatest: whose enuie and
+malice will spie you out, and whose crueltie and tyrannie will
+euermore threaten you. Please the people you please a beast: and
+pleasing such, ought to be displeasing to your selfe. Please
+your selfe, you displease God: please him, you incurr a thousand
+dangers in the world, with purchase of a thousand displeasures.
+Whereof it growes, that if you could heare the talke of the
+wisest and least discontent of this kinde of men, whether they
+speake aduisedly, or their words passe them by force of truth,
+one would gladly change garment with his tenaunt: an other
+preacheth how goodly an estate it is to haue nothing: a third
+complaining that his braines are broken with the noise of Courte
+or Pallace, hath no other thought, but as soone as he may to
+retire himself thence. So that you shall not see any but is
+displeased with his owne calling, and enuieth that of an other:
+readie neuerthelesse to repent him, if a man should take him at
+his word. None but is weerie of the bussinesses wherevnto his
+age is subiect, and wisheth not to be elder, to free himselfe of
+them: albeit otherwise hee keepeth of olde age as much as in him
+lyeth.
+
+What must we then doe in so great a contrarietie and confusion
+of mindes? Must wee to fynde true humanitie, flye the societie
+of men, and hide vs in forrestes among wilde beastes? to auoyde
+these vnrulie passions, eschue the assemblye of creatures
+supposed reasonable? to plucke vs out of the euills of the
+world, sequester our selues from the world? Coulde wee in so
+dooing liue at rest, it were something.
+
+But alas! men cannot take heerein what parte they woulde: and
+euen they which do, finde not there all the rest they sought
+for. Some would gladly doo, but shame of the world recalls them.
+Fooles to be ashamed of what in their heartes they condemne: and
+more fooles to be aduised by the greatest enemye they can or
+ought to haue. Others are borne in hande that they ought to
+serue the publique, not marking that who counsell them serue
+only themselues: and that the more parte would not much seeke
+the publique, but that they founde their owne particular. Some
+are told, that by their good example they may amende others: and
+consider not that a hundred sound men, euen Phisitions
+themselues, may sooner catch the plague in an infected towne,
+then one be healed: that it is but to tempt God, to enter
+therein: that against so contagious an aire there is no
+preseruatiue, but in getting farre from it. Finally, that as
+litle as the freshe waters falling into the sea, can take from
+it his saltnes: so little can one _Lot_ or two, or three,
+reforme a court of _Sodome_. And as concerning the wisest, who
+no lesse carefull for their soules, then bodies, seeke to bring
+them into a sound and wholesome ayre, farre from the infection
+of wickednes: and who led by the hande of some Angell of God,
+retire themselues in season, as _Lot_ into some little village
+of _Segor_, out of the corruption of the world, into some
+countrie place from the infected townes, there quietlie
+employing the tyme in some knowledge and serious contemplation:
+I willinglie yeeld they are in a place of lesse daunger, yet
+because they carie the danger, in themselues, not absolutelie
+exempt from danger. They flie the court, and a court folowes
+them on all sides: they endeuoure to escape the world, and the
+world pursues them to death. Hardly in this world can they finde
+a place where the world findes them not: so gredelie it seekes
+to murther them. And if by some speciall grace of God they seeme
+for a while free from these daungers, they haue some pouertie
+that troubles them, some domesticall debate that torments them,
+or some familiar spirit that tempts them: brieflie the world
+dayly in some sorte or other makes it selfe felt of them. But
+the worst is, when we are out of these externall warres and
+troubles, we finde greater ciuill warre within our selues: the
+flesh against the spirite, passion against reason, earth against
+heauen, the worlde within vs fighting for the world, euermore so
+lodged in the botome of our owne hearts, that on no side we can
+flie from it. I will say more: he makes profession to flie the
+worlde, who seekes thereby the praise of the worlde: hee faineth
+to runne away, who according to the prouerbe, By drawing backe
+sets himselfe forward: he refuseth honors, that would thereby be
+prayed to take them: and hides him from men to the ende they
+shoulde come to seeke him. So the world often harbours in
+disguised attire among them that flie the world. This is an
+abuse. But follow wee the company of men, the worlde hath his
+court among them: seeke we the Deserts, it hath there his dennes
+and places of resorte, and in the Desert it selfe tempteth
+Christ Iesus. Retire wee our selues into our selues, we find it
+there as vncleane as any where. Wee can not make the worlde die
+in vs, but by dieng our selues. We are in the world, and the
+worlde in vs, and to seperate vs from the worlde, wee must
+seperate vs from our selues. Nowe this seperation is called
+Death. Wee are, wee thinke, come out of the contagious citie,
+but wee are not aduised that we haue sucked the bad aire, that
+wee carry the plague with vs, that we so participate with it,
+that through rockes, through desarts, through mountaines, it
+euer accompanieth vs. Hauing auoyded the contagion of others,
+yet we haue it in our selues. We haue withdrawen vs out of men:
+but not withdrawen man out of vs. The tempestuous sea
+torments vs: we are grieued at the heart, and desirous to vomit:
+and to be discharged thereof, we remoue out of one ship into
+another, from a greater to a lesse: we promise our selues rest
+in vaine: they being always the same winds that blow, the same
+waues that swel, the same humors that are stirred. To al no
+other port, no other mean of tranquilitie but only death. We
+were sicke in a chamber neere the street, or neere the market:
+we caused our selues to be carried into some backer closet,
+where the noise was not so great. But though there the noise was
+lesse: yet was the feauer there neuerthelesse: and thereby lost
+nothing of his heate. Change bedde, chamber, house, country,
+againe and againe: we shall euery where finde the same vnrest,
+because euery where we finde our selues: and seek not so much to
+be others, as to be other wheres. We folow solitarines, to flie
+carefulnes. We retire vs (so say we) from the wicked: but cary
+with vs our auarice, our ambition, our riotousnes, all our
+corrupt affectiõs: which breed in vs 1000. remorses, & 1000.
+times each day bring to our remembrance the garlike & onions of
+_Egipt_. Daily they passe the Ferry with vs: so that both on
+this side, and beyond the water, we are in continual combat. Now
+could we cassere this cõpany, which eats and gnaws our mind,
+doubtles we should be at rest, not in solitarines onely, but
+euen in the thicket of men. For the life of mã vpon earth is but
+a continual warfare. Are we deliuered from externall practizes?
+Wee are to take heed of internall espials. Are the Greekes gone
+away? We haue a _Sinon_ within, that wil betray them the place.
+Wee must euer be waking, hauing an eie to the watch, and weapons
+in our hands, if wee will not euery houre be surprised, & giuen
+vp to the wil of our enimies. And how at last can we escape? Not
+by the woodes, by the riuers, nor by the mountaines: not by
+throwing our selues into a presse, nor by thrusting our selues
+into a hole. One only meane there is, which is death: which in
+ende seperating our spirite from our flesh, the pure and clean
+part of our soule from the vncleane, which within vs euermore
+bandeth it selfe for the worlde, appeaseth by this seperation
+that, which conioyned in one and the same person coulde not,
+without vtter choaking of the spirit, but be in perpetuall
+contention.
+
+And as touching the contentment that may be in the exercises of
+the wisest men in their solitarinesse, as reading diuine or
+prophane Bookes, with all other knowledges and learnings: I hold
+well that it is indeed a far other thing, then are those madde
+huntings, which make sauage a multitude of men possessed with
+these or the like diseases of the minde. Yet must they all abide
+the iudgement pronounced by the wisest among the wise,
+_Salomon_, that all this neuerthelesse applied to mans naturall
+disposition, is to him but vanitie and vexation of minde. Some
+are euer learning to correct their speach, and neuer thinke of
+correcting their life. Others dispute in their Logique of
+reason, and the Arte of reason: and loose thereby many times
+their naturall reason. One learnes by Arithmetike to diuide to
+the smallest fractions, and hath not skill to part one shilling
+with his brother. Another by Geometry can measure fields, and
+townes, and countries: but can not measure himselfe. The
+Musitian can accord his voyces, and soundes, and times togither:
+hauing nothing in his heart but discordes, nor one passion in
+his soule in good tune. The Astrologer lookes vp on high, and
+falles in the next ditch: fore-knowes the future, and forgoes
+the present: hath often his eie on the heauens, his heart long
+before buried in the earth. The Philosopher discourseth of the
+nature of all other things: and knowes not himselfe. The
+Historian can tell of the warres of _Thebes_ and of _Troy_: but
+what is doone in his owne house can tell nothing. The Lawyer
+will make lawes for all the world, and not one for himselfe. The
+Physition will cure others, and be blinde in his owne disease:
+finde the least alteration in his pulse, and not marke the
+burning feauers of his minde. Lastlie, the Diuine will spend the
+greatest parte of his time in disputing of faith and cares not
+to heare of charity: wil talke of God, and not regard to succor
+men. These knowledges bring on the mind an endlesse labour, but
+no contentment: for the more one knowes, the more he would know.
+
+They pacify not the debates a man feeles in himselfe, they cure
+not the diseases of his minde. They make him learned, but they
+make not him good: cunning, but not wise. I say more. The more a
+man knowes, the more knowes he that he knowes not: the fuller
+the minde is, the emptier it findes it selfe: forasmuch as
+whatsoeuer a man can knowe of any science in this worlde is but
+the least part of what he is ignorant: all his knowledge
+consisting in knowing his ignorance, al his perfection in noting
+his imperfections, which who best knowes and notes, is in truth
+among men the most wise, and perfect. In short we must conclude
+with _Salomon_, that the beginning and end of wisedome is the
+feare of God: that this wisedome neuerthelesse is taken of the
+world for meere folly, and persecuted by the world as a deadly
+enemy: and that as who feareth God, ought to feare no euill, for
+that all his euils are conuerted to his good: so neither ought
+he to hope for good in the worlde, hauing there the deuil his
+professed enemy, whom the Scripture termeth Prince of the world.
+
+But with what exercise soeuer we passe the time, behold old age
+vnwares to vs coms vpon vs: which whether we thrust our selues
+into the prease of men, or hide vs somewhere out of the way,
+neuer failes to find vs out. Euery man makes accompt in that age
+to rest himselfe of all his trauailes without further care, but
+to keepe himselfe at ease and in health. And see contrariwise in
+this age, there is nothing but an after taste of all the fore
+going euils: and most commonly a plentifull haruest of all such
+vices as in the whole course of their life, hath held and
+possessed them. There you haue the vnabilitie and weakenesse of
+infancie, and (which is worse) many times accompanied with
+authoritie: there you are payed for the excesse and riotousnes
+of youth, with gowts, palsies, and such like diseases, which
+take from you limme after limme with extreame paine and torment.
+There you are recompenced for the trauailes of mind, the
+watchings and cares of manhoode, with losse of sight, losse of
+hearing, and all the sences one after another, except onely the
+sence of paine. Not one parte in vs but death takes in gage to
+be assured of vs, as of bad pay-maisters, which infinitely feare
+their dayes of payment. Nothing in vs which will not by and by
+bee dead: and neuerthelesse our vices yet liue in vs, and not
+onely liue, but in despite of nature daily growe yoong againe.
+The couetous man hath one foote in his graue, and is yet burieng
+his money: meaning belike to finde it againe another day. The
+ambitious in his will ordaineth vnprofitable pompes for his
+funeralles, making his vice to liue and triumph after his death.
+The riotous no longer able to daunce on his feete, daunceth with
+his shoulders, all vices hauing lefte him, and hee not yet able
+to leaue them. The childe wisheth for youth: and this man
+laments it. The yong man liueth in hope of the future, and this
+feeles the euill present, laments the false pleasures past, and
+sees for the time to come nothing to hope for. More foolish then
+the childe, in bewailing the time he cannot recall, and not
+remembring the euill hee had therein: and more wretched then the
+yongman, in that after a wretched life not able, but wretchedly
+to die, he sees on all sides but matter of dispaire. As for him,
+who from his youth hath vndertaken to combate against the flesh,
+and against the world: who hath taken so great paines to
+mortifie himselfe and leaue the worlde before his time: who
+besides those ordinarie euilles findes himselfe vexed with this
+great and incurable disease of olde age, and feeles
+notwithstanding his flesh howe weake soeuer, stronger oftentimes
+then his spirite: what good I pray can hee haue but onlie
+herein: that hee sees his death at hand, that hee sees his
+combate finished, that he sees himselfe readie to departe by
+death out of this loathsome prison, wherein all his life time
+hee hath beene racked and tormented? I will not heere speake of
+the infinite euilles wherewith men in all ages are annoyed, as
+losse of friendes and parents, banishments, exiles, disgraces,
+and such others, common and ordinarie in the world: one
+complayning of loosing his children, an other of hauing them:
+one making sorrow for his wifes death, an other for her life,
+one finding faulte, that hee is too high in Courte, an other,
+that hee is not high enough. The worlde is so full of euilles,
+that to write them all, woulde require an other worlde as great
+as it selfe. Sufficeth, that if the most happie in mens opinions
+doe counterpoize his happs with his mishaps, he shall iudge
+himselfe vnhappy: and hee iudge him happy, who had he beene set
+three dayes in his place, would giue it ouer to him that came
+next: yea, sooner then hee, who shall consider in all the goodes
+that euer hee hath had the euilles hee hath endured to get them,
+and hauing them to retaine and keepe them (I speake of the
+pleasures that may be kept, and not of those that wither in a
+moment) wil iudge of himselfe, and by himselfe, that the keeping
+it selfe of the greatest felicitie in this worlde, is full of
+vnhappinesse and infelicitie. Conclude then, that Childhoode is
+but a foolish simplicitie, Youth, a vaine heate, Manhoode,
+a painefull carefulnesse, and Olde-age, a noysome languishing:
+that our playes are but teares, our pleasures, feuers of the
+minde, our goodes, rackes, and torments, our honors, heauy
+vanities, our rest, vnrest: that passing from age to age is but
+passing from euill to euill, and from the lesse vnto the
+greater: and that alwayes it is but one waue driuing on an
+other, vntill we be arriued at the Hauen of death. Conclude I
+say, that life is but a wishing for the future, and a bewailing
+of the past: a loathing of what wee haue tasted, and a longing
+for that wee haue not tasted, a vaine memorie of the state past,
+and a doubtfull expectation of the state to come: finally, that
+in all our life there is nothing certaine, nothing assured, but
+the certaintie and vncertaintie of death. Behold, now comes
+Death vnto vs: Behold her, whose approch we so much feare. We
+are now to cõsider whether she be such as wee are made beleeue:
+and whether we ought so greatly to flie her, as commonly wee do.
+Wee are afraide of her: but like little children of a vizarde,
+or of the Images of _Hecate_. Wee haue her in horror: but
+because wee conceiue her not such as she is, but ougly,
+terrible, and hideous: such as it pleaseth the Painters to
+represent vnto vs on a wall. Wee flie before her: but it is
+because foretaken with such vaine imaginations, wee giue not our
+selues leisure to marke her. But staie wee, stande wee stedfast,
+looke wee her in the face: wee shall finde her quite other then
+shee is painted vs: and altogether of other countenaunce then
+our miserable life. Death makes an ende of this life. This life
+is a perpetuall misery and tempest: Death then is the issue of
+our miseries and entraunce of the porte where wee shall ride in
+safetie from all windes. And shoulde wee feare that which
+withdraweth vs from misery, or which drawes vs into our Hauen?
+Yea but you will say, it is a payne to die. Admit it bee: so is
+there in curing of a wounde. Such is the worlde, that one euill
+can not bee cured but by an other, to heale a contusion, must
+bee made an incision. You will say, there is difficultie in the
+passage: So is there no Hauen, no Porte, whereinto the entraunce
+is not straite and combersome. No good thing is to be bought in
+this worlde with other then the coyne of labour and paine. The
+entraunce indeede is hard, if our selues make it harde, comming
+thither with a tormented spirite, a troubled minde, a wauering
+and irresolute thought. But bring wee quietnesse of mind,
+constancie, and full resolution, wee shall not finde anie
+daunger or difficultie at all. Yet what is the paine that death
+brings vs? Nay, what can shee doe with those paines wee feele?
+Wee accuse her of all the euilles wee abide in ending our life,
+and consider not howe manie more greeuous woundes or sickenesses
+wee haue endured without death: or howe many more vehement
+paines wee haue suffered in this life, in the which wee called
+euen her to our succour. All the paines our life yeeldes vs at
+the last houre wee impute to Death: not marking that life
+begunne and continued in all sortes of paine, must also
+necessarily ende in paine. Not marking (I saie) that it is the
+remainder of our life, not death, that tormenteth vs: the ende
+of our nauigation that paines vs, not the Hauen wee are to
+enter: which is nothing else but a safegarde against all windes.
+Wee complayne of Death, where wee shoulde complayne of life: as
+if one hauyng beene long sicke, and beginning to bee well,
+shoulde accuse his health of his last paynes, and not the
+reliques of his disease. Tell mee, what is it else to bee dead,
+but to bee no more liuing in the worlde? Absolutelie and simplie
+not to bee in the worlde, is it anie payne? Did wee then feele
+any paine, when as yet wee were not? Haue wee euer more
+resemblaunce of Death, then when wee sleepe? Or euer more rest
+then at that time? Now if this be no paine, why accuse we Death
+of the paines our life giues vs at our departure? Vnlesse also
+we wil fondly accuse the time when as yet we were not, of the
+paines we felt at our birth? If the comming in be with teares,
+is it wonder that such be the going out? If the beginning of our
+being, be the beginning of our paine, is it maruell that such be
+the ending? But if our not being in times past hath bene without
+payne, and all this being contrarywise full of paine: whome
+should we by reason accuse of the last paines, the not being to
+come, or the remnant of this present being? We thinke we dye
+not, but when we yeeld vp our last gaspe. But if we marke well,
+we dye euery day, euery houre, euery moment. We apprehend death
+as a thing vnvsuall to vs: and yet haue nothing so common in vs.
+Our liuing is but continuall dyeng: looke how much we liue, we
+dye: how much we encrease, our life decreases. We enter not a
+step into life, but we enter a step into death. Who hath liued a
+third part of his yeares, hath a third part of himselfe dead.
+Who halfe his yeares, is already half dead. Of our life, all the
+time past is dead, the present liues and dies at once, and the
+future likewise shall dye. The past is no more, the future is
+not yet, the present is, and no more is. Briefely, this whole
+life is but a death: it is as a candle lighted in our bodies: in
+one the winde makes it melt away, in an other blowes it cleane
+out, many times ere it be halfe burned: in others it endureth to
+the ende. Howsoeuer it be, looke how much it shineth, so much it
+burneth: her shining is her burning: her light a vanishing
+smoke: her last fire, hir last wike, and her last drop of
+moisture. So is it in the life of man, life and death in man is
+all one. If we call the last breath death, so must we all the
+rest: all proceeding from one place, and all in one manner. One
+only difference there is betweene this life, and that we call
+death: that during the one, we haue alwayes wherof to dye: and
+after the other, there remaineth only wherof to liue. In summe,
+euen he that thinketh death simply to be the ende of man, ought
+not to feare it: in asmuch as who desireth to liue longer,
+desireth to die longer: and who feareth soone to die, feareth
+(to speake properlie) lest he may not longer die.
+
+But vnto vs brought vp in a more holy schoole, death is a farre
+other thing: neither neede we as the Pagans of consolations
+against death: but that death serue vs, as a consolation against
+all sorts of affliction: so that we must not only strengthen our
+selues, as they, not to feare it, but accustome ourselues to
+hope for it. For vnto vs it is not a departing frõ pain & euil,
+but an accesse vnto all good: not the end of life, but the end
+of death, & the beginning of life. Better, saith _Salomon_, is
+the day of death, then the day of birth, and why? because it is
+not to vs a last day, but the dawning of an euerlasting day. No
+more shall we haue in that glorious light, either sorow for the
+past, or expectation of the future: for all shall be there
+present vnto vs, and that present shall neuer more passe. No
+more shal we powre out our selues in vaine & painfull pleasures:
+for we shal be filled with true & substantiall pleasures. No
+more shal we paine our selues in heaping togither these
+exhalatiõs of the earth: for the heauens shall be ours, and this
+masse of earth, which euer drawes vs towards the earth, shalbe
+buried in the earth. No more shal we ouerwearie our selues with
+mounting from degree to degree, and from honor to honor: for we
+shall highlie be raysed aboue all heights of the world; and from
+on high laugh at the folly of all those we once admired, who
+fight together for a point, and as litle childrẽ for lesse then
+an apple. No more to be brief shal we haue combates in our
+selues: for our flesh shall be dead, and our spirit in full
+life: our passion buried, and our reason in perfect libertie.
+Our soule deliuered out of this foule & filthie prison, where,
+by long continuing it is growen into an habite of crookednes,
+shall againe draw her owne breath, recognize her ancient
+dwelling, and againe remember her former glory & dignity. This
+flesh my frend which thou feelest, this body which thou touchest
+is not man: Man is from heauen: heauen is his countrie and his
+aire. That he is in his body, is but by way of exile &
+confinement. Man in deed is soule and spirit: Man is rather of
+celestiall and diuine qualitie, wherin is nothing grosse nor
+materiall. This body such as now it is, is but the barke & shell
+of the soule: which must necessarily be broken, if we will be
+hatched: if we will indeed liue & see the light. We haue it
+semes, some life, and some sence in vs: but are so croked and
+contracted, that we cannot so much as stretch out our wings,
+much lesse take our flight towards heauen, vntill we be
+disburthened of this earthlie burthen. We looke, but through
+false spectacles: we haue eyes but ouergrowen with pearles: we
+thinke we see, but it is in a dreame, wherin we see nothing but
+deceit. All that we haue, and all that we know is but abuse and
+vanitie. Death only can restore vs both life and light: and we
+thinke (so blockish we are) that she comes to robbe vs of them.
+We say we are Christians: that we beleeue after this mortall,
+a life immortall: that death is but a separation of the body and
+soule: and that the soule returnes to his happie abode, there to
+ioy in God, who only is all good: that at the last day it shall
+againe take the body, which shal no more be subiect to
+corruptiõ. With these goodly discourses we fill all our bookes:
+and in the meane while, whẽ it comes to the point, the very name
+of death as the horriblest thing in the world makes vs quake &
+tremble. If we beleue as we speak, what is that we feare? to be
+happy? to be at our ease? to be more content in a momẽt, then we
+might be in the longest mortal life that might be? or must not
+we of force confesse, that we beleue it but in part? that all we
+haue is but words? that all our discourses, as of these hardie
+trencher knights, are but vaunting and vanitie? Some you shall
+see, that wil say: I know well that I passe out of this life
+into a better: I make no doubt of it: only I feare the midway
+step, that I am to step ouer. Weak harted creatures! they wil
+kill thẽselues to get their miserable liuing: suffer infinite
+paines, and infinite wounds at another mans pleasure: passe
+infinit deaths without dying, for things of nought, for things
+that perish, and perchance make them perish with them. But when
+they haue but one pace to passe to be at rest, not for a day,
+but for euer: not an indifferent rest, but such as mans minde
+cannot comprehende: they tremble, their harts faile them, they
+are affrayde: and yet the ground of their harme is nothing but
+feare. Let them neuer tell me, they apprehend the paine: it is
+but an abuse: a purpose to conceale the litle faith they haue.
+No, no, they would rather languish of the goute, the sciatica,
+any disease whatsoeuer: then dye one sweete death with the least
+paine possible: rather pininglie dye limme after limme,
+outliuing as it were, all their sences, motions, and actions,
+then speedily dye, immediatly to liue for euer. Let them tell me
+no more that they would in this world learne to liue: for euery
+one is therevnto sufficiently instructed in himselfe, and not
+one but is cunning in the trade. Nay rather they should learne
+in this world to dye: and once to dye well, dye dayly in
+themselues: so prepared, as if the ende of euery dayes worke,
+were the ende of our life. Now contrarywise there is nothing to
+their eares more offensiue, then to heare of death. Senseless
+people! we abandon our life to the ordinarie hazards of warre,
+for seauen franks pay: are formost in an assault, for a litle
+bootie: goe into places, whence there is no hope of returning,
+with danger many times both of bodies and soules. But to free vs
+from all hazards, to winne things inestimable, to enter an
+eternall life, we faint in the passage of one pace, wherein is
+no difficultie, but in opinion: yea we so faint, that were it
+not of force we must passe, and that God in despite of vs will
+doe vs a good turne, hardly should we finde in all the world
+one, how vnhappy or wretched soeuer, that would euer passe.
+Another will say, had I liued till 50. or 60. yeares, I should
+haue bin contented: I should not haue cared to liue longer: but
+to dye so yong is no reason, I should haue knowen the world
+before I had left it. Simple soule! in this world there is
+neither young nor olde. The longest age in comparison of all
+that is past, or all that is to come, is nothing: and when thou
+hast liued to the age thou now desirest, all the past will be
+nothing: thou wilt still gape, for that is to come. The past
+will yeeld thee but sorrowe, the future but expectation, the
+present no contentment. As ready thou wilt then be to redemaund
+longer respite, as before. Thou fliest thy creditor from moneth
+to moneth, and time to time, as readie to pay the last daye, as
+the first: thou seekest but to be acquitted. Thou hast tasted
+all which the world esteemeth pleasures: not one of them is new
+vnto thee. By drinking oftener, thou shalt be neuer awhit the
+more satisfyed: for the body thou cariest, like the bored paile
+of _Danaus_ daughters, will neuer be full. Thou mayst sooner
+weare it out, then weary thy selfe with vsing, or rather
+abusing it. Thou crauest long life to cast it away, to spend it
+on worthles delights, to mispend it on vanities. Thou art
+couetous in desiring, and prodigall in spending. Say not thou
+findest fault with the Court, or the Pallace: but that thou
+desirest longer to serue the commonwealth, to serue thy
+countrie, to serue God. He that set thee on worke knowes vntill
+what day, and what houre, thou shouldest be at it: he well
+knowes how to direct his worke. Should he leaue thee there
+longer, perchance thou wouldest marre all. But if he will pay
+thee liberally for thy labour, as much for halfe a dayes worke,
+as for a whole: as much for hauing wrought till noone, as for
+hauing borne all the heate of the day: art thou not so much the
+more to thanke and prayse him? but if thou examine thine owne
+conscience, thou lamentest not the cause of the widdow, and the
+orphan, which thou hast left depending in iudgement: not the
+dutie of a sonne, of a father, or of a frend, which thou
+pretendest thou wouldest performe: not the ambassage for the
+common wealth, which thou wert euen ready to vndertake: not the
+seruice thou desirest to doe vnto God, who knowes much better
+howe to serue himselfe of thee, then thou of thy selfe. It is
+thy houses and gardens thou lamentest, thy imperfect plottes and
+purposes, thy life (as thou thinkest) imperfect: which by no
+dayes, nor yeares, nor ages, might be perfected: and yet thy
+selfe mightst perfect in a moment, couldest thou but thinke in
+good earnest, that where it ende it skilles not, so that it end
+well.
+
+Now to end well this life, is onely to ende it willingly:
+following with full consent the will and direction of God, and
+not suffering vs to be drawen by the necessetie of destenie. To
+end it willingly, we must hope, and not feare death. To hope
+for it, we must certainely looke after this life, for a better
+life. To looke for that, wee must feare God: whome whoso well
+feareth, feareth indeede nothing in this worlde, and hopes for
+all things in the other. To one well resolued in these points
+death can be but sweete and agreeable: knowing that through it
+hee is to enter into a place of all ioyes. The griefe that may
+be therein shall bee allaied with sweetnes: the sufferance of
+ill, swallowed in the confidence of good: the sting of Death it
+selfe shall bee dead, which is nothing else but Feare. Nay,
+I wil say more, not onely all the euilles conceiued in death
+shall be to him nothing: but he shall euen scorne all the
+mishappes men redoubt in this life, and laugh at all these
+terrors. For I pray what can he feare, whose death is his hope?
+Thinke we to banish him his country? He knows he hath a country
+other-where, whence wee cannot banish him: and that all these
+countries are but Innes, out of which he must part at the wil of
+his hoste. To put him in prison? a more straite prison he cannot
+haue, then his owne body, more filthy, more darke, more full of
+rackes and torments. To kill him and take him out of the worlde?
+that is it he hopes for: that is it with all his heart he
+aspires vnto. By fire, by sworde, by famine, by sickenesse:
+within three yeeres, within three dayes, within three houres,
+all is one to him: all is one at what gate, or at what time he
+passe out of this miserable life. For his businesses are euer
+ended, his affaires all dispatched, and by what way he shall go
+out, by the same hee shall enter into a most happie and
+euerlasting life. Men can threaten him but death, and death is
+all he promiseth himselfe: the worst they can doe, is, to make
+him die, and that is the best hee hopes for. The threatnings of
+tyrants are to him promises, the swordes of his greatest enemies
+drawne in his fauor: forasmuch as he knowes that threatning him
+death, they threaten him life: and the most mortall woundes can
+make him but immortall. Who feares God, feares not death: and
+who feares it not, feares not the worst of this life.
+
+By this reckoning, you will tell me death is a thing to be
+wished for: and to passe from so much euill, to so much good,
+a man shoulde as it seemeth cast away his life. Surely, I feare
+not, that for any good wee expect, we will hasten one step the
+faster: though the spirite aspire, the body it drawes with it,
+withdrawes it euer sufficiently towardes the earth. Yet is it
+not that I conclude. We must seeke to mortifie our flesh in vs,
+and to cast the world out of vs: but to cast our selues out of
+the world is in no sort permitted vs. The Christian ought
+willingly to depart out of this life but not cowardly to runne
+away. The Christian is ordained by God to fight therein: and
+cannot leaue his place without incurring reproch and infamie.
+But if it please the grand Captaine to recall him, let him take
+the retrait in good part, and with good will obey it. For hee is
+not borne for himselfe, but for God: of whome he holdes his life
+at farme, as his tenant at will, to yield him the profites. It
+is in the landlord to take it from him, not in him to
+surrender it, when a conceit takes him. Diest thou yong? praise
+God as the mariner that hath had a good winde, soone to bring
+him to the Porte. Diest thou olde? praise him likewise, for if
+thou hast had lesse winde, it may be thou hast also had lesse
+waues. But thinke not at thy pleasure to go faster or softer:
+for the winde is not in thy power, and in steede of taking the
+shortest way to the Hauen, thou maiest happily suffer
+shipwracke. God calleth home from his worke, one in the morning,
+an other at noone, and an other at night. One he exerciseth til
+the first sweate, another he sunne-burneth, another he rosteth
+and drieth throughly. But of all his he leaues not one without,
+but brings them all to rest, and giues them all their hire,
+euery one in his time. Who leaues his worke before God call him,
+looses it: and who importunes him before the time, looses his
+reward. We must rest vs in his will, who in the middest of our
+troubles sets vs at rest.
+
+To ende, we ought neither to hate this life for the toiles
+therein, for it is slouth and cowardise: nor loue it for the
+delights, which is follie and vanitie: but serue vs of it, to
+serue God in it, who after it shall place vs in true quietnesse,
+and replenish vs with pleasures whiche shall neuer more perish.
+Neyther ought we to flye death, for it is childish to feare it:
+and in flieng from it, wee meete it. Much lesse to seeke it, for
+that is temeritie: nor euery one that would die, can die. As
+much despaire in the one, as cowardise in the other: in neither
+any kinde of magnanimitie. It is enough that we constantly and
+continually waite for her comming, that shee may neuer finde vs
+    vnprouided. For as there is nothing more certaine then
+        death, so is there nothing more vncertaine then
+           the houre of death, knowen onlie to God,
+              the onlie Author of life and death,
+                to whom wee all ought endeuour
+                     both to liue and die.
+
+                          _Die to liue,_
+                          _Liue to die._
+
+
+The 13. of May 1590.
+
+At Wilton.
+
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+           *       *       *       *
+
+  [Transcriber’s Note:
+
+  The play was printed in Italic type, with Roman for emphasis.
+  For this e-text, only the _emphasis_ is shown.
+
+  Acts 1 and 3 are unlabeled in the text. Act 1 can only be Antony’s
+  soliloquy, with following Chorus, but Act 3 is ambiguous. Between
+  Act 2 and Act 4 are:
+    (scene) Cleopatra. Eras. Charmion. Diomede.
+    (soliloquy): Diomed.
+    Chorus
+    (scene) M. Antonius. Lucilius.
+    Chorus
+  Structurally the play seems to have six Acts, but Act 4 and Act 5 are
+  each labeled as such.]
+
+
+[Decoration]
+
+The Argument.
+
+
+After the ouerthrowe of _Brutus_ and _Cassius_, the libertie of
+_Rome_ being now vtterly oppressed, and the Empire setled in the
+hands of _Octauius Cæsar_ and _Marcus Antonius_, (who for knitting a
+straiter bonde of amitie betweene them, had taken to wife _Octauia_
+the sister of _Cæsar_) _Antonius_ vndertooke a iourney against the
+Parthians, with intent to regaine on them the honor wonne by them
+from the Romains, at the discomfiture and slaughter of _Crassus_.
+But comming in his iourney into Siria, the places renewed in his
+remembrance the long intermitted loue of _Cleopatra_ Queene of
+Aegipt: who before time had both in Cilicia and at Alexandria,
+entertained him with all the exquisite delightes and sumptuous
+pleasures, which a great Prince and voluptuous Louer could to the
+vttermost desire. Whereupon omitting his enterprice, he made his
+returne to Alexandria, againe falling to his former loues, without
+any regard of his vertuous wife _Octauia_, by whom neuertheles he
+had excellent Children. This occasion _Octauius_ tooke of taking
+armes against him: and preparing a mighty fleet, encountred him at
+Actium, who also had assembled to that place a great number of
+Gallies of his own, besides 60. which _Cleopatra_ brought with her
+from Aegipt. But at the very beginning of the battell _Cleopatra_
+with all her Gallies betooke her to flight, which _Antony_ seeing
+could not but follow; by his departure leauing to _Octauius_ the
+greatest victorye which in any Sea Battell hath beene heard off.
+Which he not negligent to pursue, followes them the next spring, and
+besiedgeth them within Alexandria, where _Antony_ finding all that
+he trusted to faile him, beginneth to growe iealouse and to suspect
+_Cleopatra_. She thereupon enclosed her selfe with two of her women
+in a monument she had before caused to be built, thence sends him
+woord she was dead: which he beleeuing for truth, gaue himselfe with
+his Swoord a deadly wound: but died not vntill a messenger came from
+_Cleopatra_ to haue him brought to her to the tombe. Which she not
+daring to open least she should be made a prisoner to the
+_Romaines_, and carried in _Cæsars_ triumph, cast downe a corde from
+an high window, by the which (her women helping her) she trussed vp
+_Antonius_ halfe dead, and so got him into the monument. The Stage
+supposed Alexandria: the Chorus, first Egiptians, and after Romane
+Souldiors. The Historie to be read at large in _Plutarch_ in the
+life of _Antonius_.
+
+
+The Actors.
+
+  _Antonius_.
+  _Cleopatra_.
+  _Eras_ and   } _Cleopatras_ women.
+  _Charmion_.  }
+  _Philostratus_ a Philosopher.
+  _Lucilius_.
+  _Diomede_ Secretary to _Cleopatra_.
+  _Octauius Cæsar._
+  _Agrippa_.
+  _Euphron_, teacher of _Cleopatras_ children.
+  _Children_ of _Cleopatra_.
+  _Dircetus_ the Messenger.
+
+
+
+
+[Decoration]
+
+
+  _Antonius._
+
+  Since cruell Heau’ns against me obstinate,
+  Since all mishappes of the round engin doe
+  Conspire my harme: since men, since powers diuine,
+  Aire, earth, and Sea are all iniurious:
+  And that my Queene her self, in whome I liu’d,
+  The Idoll of my hart, doth me pursue;
+  It’s meete I dye. For her haue I forgone
+  My Country, _Cæsar_ vnto warre prouok’d
+  (For iust reuenge of Sisters wrong my wife,
+  Who mou’de my Queene (ay me!) to iealousie)
+  For loue of her, in her allurements caught
+  Abandon’d life, I honor haue despisde,
+  Disdain’d my freends, and of the statelye Rome
+  Despoilde the Empire of her best attire,
+  Contemn’d that power that made me so much fear’d,
+  A slaue become vnto her feeble face.
+    O cruell, traitres, woman most vnkinde,
+  Thou dost, forsworne, my loue and life betraie:
+  And giu’st me vp to ragefull enemie,
+  Which soone (ô foole!) will plague thy periurye.
+    Yelded _Pelusium_ on this Countries shore,
+  Yelded thou hast my Shippes and men of warre,
+  That nought remaines (so destitute am I)
+  But these same armes which on my back I weare.
+  Thou should’st haue had them too, and me vnarm’de
+  Yeelded to _Cæsar_ naked of defence.
+  Which while I beare let _Cæsar_ neuer thinke
+  Triumph of me shall his proud chariot grace
+  Not think with me his glory to adorne,
+  On me aliue to vse his victorie.
+    Thou only _Cleopatra_ triumph hast,
+  Thou only hast my freedome seruile made,
+  Thou only hast me vanquisht: not by force
+  (For forste I cannot be) but by sweete baites
+  Of thy eyes graces, which did gaine so fast
+  vpon my libertie, that nought remain’d.
+  None els hencefoorth, but thou my dearest Queene,
+  Shall glorie in commaunding _Antonie_.
+    Haue _Cæsar_ fortune and the Gods his freends,
+  To him haue Ioue and fatall sisters giuen
+  The Scepter of the earth: he neuer shall
+  Subiect my life to his obedience.
+  But when that Death, my glad refuge, shall haue
+  Bounded the course of my vnstedfast life,
+  And frosen corps vnder a marble colde
+  Within tombes bosome widdowe of my soule:
+  Then at his will let him it subiect make:
+  Then what he will let _Cæsar_ doo with me:
+  Make me limme after limme be rent: make me
+  My buriall take in sides of _Thracian_ wolfe.
+    Poore _Antonie_! alas what was the day,
+  The daies of losse that gained thee thy loue!
+  Wretch _Antony_! since then _Mægæra_ pale
+  With Snakie haires enchain’d thy miserie.
+  The fire thee burnt was neuer _Cupids_ fire
+  (For Cupid beares not such a mortall brand)
+  It was some furies torch, _Orestes_ torche,
+  which sometimes burnt his mother-murdering soule
+  (When wandring madde, rage boiling in his bloud,
+  He fled his fault which folow’d as he fled)
+  kindled within his bones by shadow pale
+  Of mother slaine return’d from Stygian lake.
+    _Antony_, poore _Antony_! since that daie
+  Thy olde good hap did farre from thee retire.
+  Thy vertue dead: thy glory made aliue
+  So ofte by martiall deeds is gone in smoke:
+  Since then the _Baies_ so well thy forehead knewe
+  To Venus mirtles yeelded haue their place:
+  Trumpets to pipes: field tents to courtly bowers:
+  Launces and Pikes to daunces and to feastes.
+  Since then, ô wretch! in stead of bloudy warres
+  Thou shouldst haue made vpon the Parthian Kings
+  For Romain honor filde by _Crassus_ foile,
+  Thou threw’st thy Curiace off, and fearfull healme,
+  With coward courage vnto _Ægipts_ Queen
+  In haste to runne, about her necke to hang
+  Languishing in her armes thy Idoll made:
+  In summe giuen vp to _Cleopatras_ eies.
+  Thou breakest at length from thence, as one encharm’d
+  Breakes from th’enchaunter that him strongly helde.
+  For thy first reason (spoyling of their force
+  the poisned cuppes of thy faire Sorceres)
+  Recur’d thy sprite: and then on euery side
+  Thou mad’st againe the earth with Souldiours swarme.
+  All Asia hidde: Euphrates bankes do tremble
+  To see at once so many Romanes there
+  Breath horror, rage, and with a threatning eye
+  In mighty squadrons crosse his swelling streames.
+  Nought seene but horse, and fier sparkling armes:
+  Nought heard but hideous noise of muttring troupes.
+  The _Parth_, the _Mede_, abandoning their goods
+  Hide them for feare in hilles of _Hircanie_,
+  Redoubting thee. Then willing to besiege
+  The great _Phraate_ head of _Media_,
+  Thou campedst at her walles with vaine assault,
+  Thy engins fit (mishap!) not thither brought.
+    So long thou stai’st, so long thou doost thee rest,
+  So long thy loue with such things nourished
+  Reframes, reformes it selfe and stealingly
+  Retakes his force and rebecomes more great.
+  For of thy Queene the lookes, the grace, the woords,
+  Sweetenes, alurements, amorous delights,
+  Entred againe thy soule, and day and night,
+  In watch, in sleepe, her Image follow’d thee:
+  Not dreaming but of her, repenting still
+  That thou for warre hadst such a Goddes left.
+    Thou car’st no more for _Parth_, nor _Parthian_ bow,
+  Sallies, assaults, encounters, shocks, alarmes,
+  For diches, rampiers, wards, entrenched grounds:
+  Thy only care is sight of _Nilus_ streames,
+  Sight of that face whose guilefull semblant doth
+  (Wandring in thee) infect thy tainted hart.
+  Her absence thee besottes: each hower, each hower
+  Of staie, to thee impatient seemes an age.
+  Enough of conquest, praise thou deem’st enough,
+  If soone enough the bristled fieldes thou see
+  Of fruitfull _Ægipt_, and the stranger floud
+  Thy Queenes faire eyes (another _Pharos_) lights.
+    Returned loe, dishonoured, despisde,
+  In wanton loue a woman thee misleades
+  Sunke in foule sinke: meane while respecting nought
+  Thy wife _Octauia_ and her tender babes,
+  Of whom the long contempt against thee whets
+  The sword of _Cæsar_ now thy Lord become.
+    Lost thy great Empire, all those goodly townes
+  Reuerenc’d thy name as rebells now thee leaue:
+  Rise against thee, and to the ensignes flocke
+  Of conqu’ring _Cæsar_, who enwalles thee round
+  Cag’d in thy holde, scarse maister of thy selfe,
+  Late maister of so many nations.
+    Yet, yet, which is of grief extreamest grief,
+  Which is yet of mischiefe highest mischiefe,
+  It’s _Cleopatra_ alas! alas, it’s she,
+  It’s she augments the torment of thy paine,
+  Betraies thy loue, thy life alas! betraies,
+  _Cæsar_ to please, whose grace she seekes to gaine:
+  With thought her Crowne to saue, and fortune make
+  Onely thy foe which common ought haue beene.
+    If her I alwaies lou’d, and the first flame
+  Of her heart-killing loue shall burne me last:
+  Iustly complaine I she disloyall is,
+  Nor constant is, euen as I constant am,
+  To comfort my mishap, despising me
+  No more, then when the heauens fauour’d me.
+    _But ah! by nature women wau’ring are,_
+  _Each moment changing and rechanging mindes._
+  _Vnwise, who blinde in them, thinkes loyaltie_
+  _Euer to finde in beauties company._
+
+
+  Chorus.
+
+  The boyling tempest still
+    Makes not Sea waters fome:
+    Nor still the Northern blast
+    Disquiets quiet streames:
+    Nor who his chest to fill
+    Sayles to the morning beames,
+    On waues winde tosseth fast
+    Still kepes his Ship from home.
+  Nor _Ioue_ still downe doth cast
+    Inflam’d with bloudie ire
+    On man, on tree, on hill,
+    His darts of thundring fire:
+    Nor still the heat doth last
+    On face of parched plaine:
+    Nor wrinkled colde doth still
+    On frozen furrowes raigne.
+  But still as long as we
+    In this low world remaine,
+    Mishapps our dayly mates
+    Our liues do entertaine:
+    And woes which beare no dates
+    Still pearch vpon our heads,
+    None go, but streight will be
+    Some greater in their Steads.
+  Nature made vs not free
+    When first she made vs liue:
+    When we began to be,
+    To be began our woe:
+    Which growing euermore
+    As dying life dooth growe
+    Do more and more vs greeue,
+    And tire vs more and more.
+  No stay in fading states,
+    For more to height they retch,
+    Their fellow miseries
+    The more to height do stretch.
+    They clinge euen to the crowne,
+    And threatning furious wise
+    From tirannizing pates
+    Do often pull it downe.
+  In vaine on waues vntride
+    to shunne them go we should
+    To _Scythes_ and _Massagetes_
+    Who neare the Pole reside:
+    In vaine to boiling sandes
+    Which _Phæbus_ battry beates,
+    For with vs still they would
+    Cut seas and compasse landes.
+  The darknes no more sure
+    To ioyne with heauy night:
+    The light which guildes the dayes
+    To follow _Titan_ pure:
+    No more the shadow light
+    The body to ensue:
+    Then wretchednes alwaies
+    Vs wretches to pursue.
+  O blest who neuer breath’d,
+    Or whome with pittie mou’de,
+    _Death_ from his cradle reau’de,
+    And swadled in his graue:
+    And blessed also he
+    (As curse may blessing haue)
+    Who low and liuing free
+    No princes charge hath prou’de.
+  By stealing sacred fire
+    _Prometheus_ then vnwise,
+    Prouoking Gods to ire,
+    The heape of ills did sturre,
+    And sicknes pale and colde
+    Our ende which onward spurre,
+    To plague our hands too bolde
+    To filch the wealth of Skies.
+  In heauens hate since then
+    Of ill with ill enchain’d
+    We race of mortall men
+    full fraught our breasts haue borne:
+    And thousand thousand woes
+    Our heau’nly soules now thorne,
+    Which free before from those
+    No! earthly passion pain’d.
+  Warre and warres bitter cheare
+    Now long time with vs staie,
+    And feare of hated foe
+    Still still encreaseth sore:
+    Our harmes worse dayly growe,
+    Lesse yesterdaye they were
+    Then now, and will be more
+    To morowe then to daye.
+
+
+
+
+  Act. 2.
+
+
+  _Philostratus._
+
+    What horrible furie, what cruell rage,
+  O _Ægipt_ so extremely thee torments?
+  Hast thou the Gods so angred by thy fault?
+  Hast thou against them some such crime conceiu’d,
+  That their engrained hand lift vp in threats
+  They should desire in thy hard bloud to bathe?
+  And that their burning wrath which nought can quench
+  Should pittiles on vs still lighten downe?
+    We are not hew’n out of the monst’rous masse
+  Of _Giantes_ those, which heauens wrack conspir’d:
+  _Ixions_ race, false prater of his loues:
+  Nor yet of him who fained lightnings found:
+  Nor cruell _Tantalus_, nor bloudie _Atreus_,
+  Whose cursed banquet for _Thyestes_ plague
+  Made the beholding Sunne for horrour turne
+  His backe, and backward from his course returne:
+  And hastning his wing-footed horses race
+  Plunge him in sea for shame to hide his face:
+  While sulleine night vpon the wondring world
+  For mid-daies light her starrie mantle cast,
+    But what we be, what euer wickednes
+  By vs is done, Alas! with what more plagues,
+  More eager torments could the Gods declare
+  To heauen and earth that vs they hatefull holde?
+  With Souldiors, strangers, horrible in armes
+  Our land is hidde, our people drown’d in teares.
+  But terror here and horror, nought is seene:
+  And present death prizing our life each hower.
+  Hard at our ports and at our porches waites
+  Our conquering foe: harts faile vs, hopes are dead:
+  Our Queene laments: and this great Emperour
+  Sometime (would now they did) whom worlds did feare,
+  Abandoned, betraid, now mindes no more
+  But from his euils by hast’ned death to passe.
+    Come you poore people tir’de with ceasles plaints
+  With teares and sighes make mournfull sacrifice
+  On _Isis_ altars: not our selues to saue,
+  But soften _Cæsar_ and him piteous make
+  To vs, his pray: that so his lenitie
+  May change our death into captiuitie.
+    Strange are the euils the fates on vs haue brought,
+  O but alas! how farre more strange the cause!
+  Loue, loue (alas, who euer would haue thought?)
+  Hath lost this Realme inflamed with his fire.
+  Loue, playing loue, which men say kindles not
+  But in soft harts, hath ashes made our townes.
+  And his sweet shafts, with whose shot none are kill’d,
+  Which vlcer not, with deaths our lands haue fill’d,
+    Such was the bloudie, murdring, hellish loue
+  Possest thy hart faire false guest _Priams_ Sonne,
+  Fi’ring a brand which after made to burne
+  The _Troian_ towers by _Græcians_ ruinate.
+  By this loue, _Priam_, _Hector_, _Troilus_,
+  _Memnon_, _Deiphobus_, _Glaucus_, thousands mo,
+  Whome redd _Scamanders_ armor clogged streames
+  Roll’d into Seas, before their dates are dead.
+  So plaguie he, so many tempests raiseth
+  So murdring he, so many Cities raiseth,
+  When insolent, blinde, lawles, orderles,
+  With madd delights our sence he entertaines.
+    All knowing Gods our wracks did vs foretell
+  By signes in earth, by signes in starry Sphæres:
+  Which should haue mou’d vs, had not destinie
+  With too strong hand warped our miserie.
+  The _Comets_ flaming through the scat’red clouds
+  With fiery beames, most like vnbroaded haires:
+  The fearefull dragon whistling at the bankes,
+  And holie _Apis_ ceaseles bellowing
+  (As neuer erst) and shedding endles teares:
+  Bloud raining downe from heau’n in vnknow’n showers:
+  Our Gods darke faces ouercast with woe,
+  And dead mens Ghosts appearing in the night.
+  Yea euen this night while all the Cittie stoode
+  Opprest with terror, horror, seruile feare,
+  Deepe silence ouer all: the sounds were heard
+  Of diuerse songs, and diuers instruments,
+  Within the voide of aire: and howling noise,
+  Such as madde _Bacchus_ priests in _Bacchus_ feasts
+  On _Nisa_ make: and (seem’d) the company,
+  Our Cittie lost, went to the enemie.
+    So we forsaken both of Gods and men,
+  So are we in the mercy of our foes:
+  And we hencefoorth obedient must become
+  To lawes of them who haue vs ouercome.
+
+
+  Chorus.
+
+  Lament we our mishaps,
+    Drowne we with teares our woe:
+    For Lamentable happes
+    Lamented easie growe:
+      And much lesse torment bring
+      Then when they first did spring.
+  We want that wofull song,
+    Wherwith wood-musiques Queene
+    Doth ease her woes, among,
+    fresh springtimes bushes greene,
+      On pleasant branche alone
+      Renewing auntient mone.
+  We want that monefull sounde,
+    That pratling _Progne_ makes
+    On fieldes of _Thracian_ ground,
+    Or streames of _Thracian_ lakes:
+      To empt her brest of paine
+      For _Itys_ by her slaine.
+  Though _Halcyons_ doo still,
+    Bewailing _Ceyx_ lot,
+    The Seas with plainings fill
+    Which his dead limmes haue got,
+      Not euer other graue
+      Then tombe of waues to haue:
+  And though the birde in death
+    That most _Meander_ loues
+    So swetely sighes his breath
+    When death his fury proues,_
+      _As almost softs his heart,
+      And almost blunts his dart:
+  Yet all the plaints of those,
+    Nor all their tearfull larmes,
+    Cannot content our woes,
+    Nor serue to waile the harmes,
+      In soule which we, poore we,
+      To feele enforced be.
+  Nor they of _Phæbus_ bredd
+    In teares can doo so well,
+    They for their brother shedd,
+    Who into _Padus_ fell,
+      Rash guide of chariot cleare
+      Surueiour of the yeare.
+  Nor she whom heau’nly powers
+    To weping rocke did turne,
+    Whose teares distill in showers,
+    And shew she yet doth mourne.
+      Where with his toppe to Skies
+      Mount _Sipylus_ doth rise.
+  Nor weping drops which flowe
+    From barke of wounded tree,
+    That _Myrrhas_ shame do showe
+    With ours compar’d may be,
+      To quench her louing fire
+      Who durst embrace her sire.
+  Nor all the howlings made
+    On _Cybels_ sacred hill
+    By Eunukes of her trade,
+    Who _Atys_, _Atys_ still
+      With doubled cries resound,_
+      _Which _Echo_ makes rebound.
+  Our plaints no limits stay,
+    Nor more then doo our woes:
+    Both infinitely straie
+    And neither measure knowes.
+      _In measure let them plaine:_
+      _Who measur’d griefes sustaine._
+
+
+  _Cleopatra._ _Eras._ _Charmion._ _Diomede._
+
+  _Cleopatra._
+
+    That I haue thee betraid, deare _Antonie_,
+  My life, my soule, my Sunne? I had such thought?
+  That I haue thee betraide my Lord, my King?
+  That I would breake my vowed faith to thee?
+  Leaue thee? deceiue thee? yeelde thee to the rage
+  Of mightie foe? I euer had that hart?
+  Rather sharpe lightning lighten on my head:
+  Rather may I to deepest mischiefe fall:
+  Rather the opened earth deuower me:
+  Rather fierce _Tigers_ feed them on my flesh:
+  Rather, ô rather let our _Nilus_ send,
+  To swallow me quicke, some weeping _Crocodile_.
+    And didst thou then suppose my royall hart
+  Had hatcht, thee to ensnare, a faithles loue?
+  And changing minde, as Fortune changed cheare,
+  I would weake thee, to winne the stronger, loose?
+  O wretch! ô caitiue! ô too cruell happe!
+  And did not I sufficient losse sustaine
+  Loosing my Realme, loosing my liberty,
+  My tender of-spring, and the ioyfull light
+  Of beamy Sunne, and yet, yet loosing more
+  Thee _Antony_ my care, if I loose not
+  What yet remain’d? thy loue alas! thy loue,
+  More deare then Scepter, children, freedome, light.
+    So ready I to row in _Charons_ barge,
+  Shall leese the ioy of dying in thy loue:
+  So the sole comfort of my miserie
+  To haue one tombe with thee is me bereft.
+  So I in shady plaines shall plaine alone,
+  Not (as I hop’d) companion of thy mone,
+  O height of griefe! _Eras_ why with continuall cries
+  Your griefull harmes doo you exasperate?
+  Torment your selfe with murthering complaints?
+  Straine your weake breast so oft, so vehemently?
+  Water with teares this faire alablaster?
+  With sorrowes sting so many beauties wound?
+  Come of so many Kings want you the hart
+  Brauely, stoutly, this tempest to resist?
+
+  _Cl._ My eu’lls are wholy vsupportable,
+  No humain force can them withstand, but death.
+
+  _Eras._ To him that striues nought is impossible.
+
+  _Cl._ In striuing lyes no hope of my mishapps.
+
+  _Eras._ All things do yeelde to force of louely face.
+
+  _Cl._ My face too louely caus’d my wretched case.
+  My face hath so entrap’d, so cast vs downe,
+  That for his conquest _Cæsar_ may it thanke,
+  Causing that _Antony_ one army lost
+  The other wholy did to _Cæsar_ yeld.
+  For not induring (so his amorouse sprite
+  Was with my beautie fir’de) my shamefull flight,
+  Soone as he saw from ranke wherein he stoode
+  In hottest fight, my Gallies making saile:
+  Forgetfull of his charge (as if his soule
+  Vnto his Ladies soule had bene enchain’d)
+  He left his men, who so couragiouslie
+  Did leaue their liues to gaine him victorie.
+  And carelesse both of fame and armies losse
+  My oared Gallies follow’d with his Ships
+  Companion of my flight, by this base parte
+  Blasting his former flourishing renowne.
+
+  _Eras._ Are you therefore cause of his ouerthrowe?
+
+  _Cl._ I am sole cause: I did it, only I.
+
+  _Er._ Feare of a woman troubled so his sprite?
+
+  _Cl._ Fire of his loue was by my feare enflam’d.
+
+  _Er._ And should he then to warre haue ledd a Queene?
+
+  _Cl._ Alas! this was not his offence, but mine.
+  _Antony_ (ay me! who else so braue a chiefe!)
+  Would not I should haue taken Seas with him:
+  But would haue left me fearfull woman farre
+  From common hazard of the doubtfull warre.
+    O that I had beleu’d! now, now of _Rome_
+  All the great Empire at our beck should bende.
+  All should obey, the vagabonding _Scythes_,
+  The feared _Germains_, back-shooting _Parthians_,
+  Wandring _Numidians_, _Brittons_ farre remoou’d,
+  And tawny nations scorched with the Sunne.
+  But I car’d not: so was my soule possest,
+  (To my great harme) with burning iealousie:
+  Fearing least in my absence _Antony_
+  Should leauing me retake _Octauia_.
+
+  _Char._ Such was the rigour of your destinie.
+
+  _Cl._ Such was my errour and obstinacie.
+
+  _Ch._ But since Gods would not, could you doe withall?
+
+  _Cl._ Alwaies from Gods good happs, not harms, do fall.
+
+  _Ch._ And haue they not all power on mens affaires?
+
+  _Cl._ They neuer bow so lowe, as worldly cares.
+  But leaue to mortall men to be dispos’d
+  Freelie on earth what euer mortall is.
+  If we therin sometimes some faultes commit,
+  We may them not to their high maiesties,
+  But to our selues impute; whose passions
+  Plunge vs each day in all afflictions.
+  Wherwith when we our soules do thorned feele,
+  Flatt’ring our selues we say they dest’nies are:
+  That Gods would haue it so, and that our care
+  Could not empeach but that it must be so.
+
+  _Char._ Things here belowe are in the heau’ns begot,
+  Before they be in this our worlde borne:
+  And neuer can our weaknes turne awry
+  The stailes course of powerfull destenie.
+  Nought here force, reason, humaine prouidence,
+  Holie deuotion, noble bloud preuailes:
+  And Ioue himselfe whose hand doth heauens rule,
+  Who both to Gods and men as King commaunds,
+  Who earth (our firme support) with plenty stores,
+  Moues aire and sea with twinckling of his eie,
+  Who all can doe, yet neuer can vndoe
+  What once hath been by their hard laws decreed.
+    When _Troian_ walles, great _Neptunes_ workmanship,
+  Enuiron’d were with _Greekes_, and Fortunes whele
+  Doubtfull ten yeares now to the campe did turne,
+  And now againe towards the towne return’d:
+  How many times did force and fury swell
+  In _Hectors_ veines egging him to the spoile
+  Of conquer’d foes, which at his blowes did flie,
+  As fearfull shepe at feared wolues approche:
+  To saue (in vaine: for why? it would not be)
+  Pore walles of _Troie_ from aduersaries rage,
+  Who died them in bloud, and cast to ground
+  Heap’d them with bloudie burning carcases.
+    No, Madame, thinke, that if the ancient crowne
+  Of your progenitors that _Nilus_ rul’d,
+  Force take from you; the Gods haue will’d it so,
+  To whome oft times Princes are odiouse.
+  They haue to euery thing an end ordain’d;
+  All worldly greatnes by them bounded is;
+  Some sooner, later some, as they think best:
+  None their decree is able to infringe.
+  But, which is more, to vs disastred men
+  Which subiect are in all things to their will,
+  Their will is hidd: nor while we liue, we know
+  How, or how long we must in life remaine.
+  Yet must we not for that feede on dispaire,
+  And make vs wretched ere we wretched bee:
+  But alwaies hope the best, euen to the last,
+  That from our selues the mischief may not growe.
+    Then, Madame, helpe your selfe, leaue of in time
+  _Antonies_ wracke, lest it your wracke procure:
+  Retire you from him, saue frrom wrathfull rage
+  Of angry _Cæsar_ both your Realme and you.
+  You see him lost, so as your amitie
+  Vnto his euills can yelde no more reliefe.
+  You see him ruin’d, so as your support
+  No more hencefourth can him with comfort raise.
+  With-draw you from the storme: persist not still
+  To loose your selfe: this royal diademe
+  Regaine of _Cæsar_.
+
+          _Cl._ Soner shining light
+  Shall leaue the daie, and darknes leaue the night:
+  Sooner moist currents of tempestuous seas
+  Shall waue in heauen, and the nightlie troopes
+  Of starres shall shine within the foming waues,
+  Then I thee, _Antonie_, Leaue in depe distres.
+  I am with thee, be it thy worthy soule
+  Lodge in thy brest, or from that lodging parte
+  Crossing the ioyles lake to take hir place
+  In place prepared for men Demy-gods.
+    Liue, if thee please, if life be lothsome die:
+  Dead and aliue, _Antonie_, thou shalt see
+  Thy princesse follow thee, folow, and lament,
+  Thy wrack, no lesse her owne then was thy weale.
+
+  _Char._ What helps his wrack this euer-lasting loue?
+
+  _Cl._ Help, or help not, such must, such ought I proue.
+
+  _Char._ Ill done to loose your selfe, and to no ende.
+
+  _Cl._ How ill thinke you to follow such a frende?
+
+  _Char._ But this your loue nought mitigates his paine.
+
+  _Cl._ Without this loue I should be inhumaine.
+
+  _Char._ Inhumaine he, who his owne death pursues.
+
+  _Cl._ Not inhumaine who miseries eschues.
+
+  _Ch._ Liue for your sonnes.
+
+          _Cl._ Nay for their father die.
+
+  _Cha._ Hardhearted mother!
+
+          _Cl._ Wife kindhearted I.
+
+  _Ch._ Then will you them depriue of royall right?
+
+  _Cl._ Do I depriue them? no, it’s dest’nies might.
+
+  _Ch._ Do you not them not depriue of heritage,
+  That giue them vp to aduersaries handes,
+  A man forsaken fearing to forsake,
+  Whome such huge numbers hold enuironned?
+  T’ abandon one gainst whome the frowning world
+  Banded with _Cæsar_ makes conspiring warre.
+
+  _Cl._ The lesse ought I to leaue him lest of all.
+  _A frend in most distresse should most assist._
+  If that when _Antonie_ great and glorious
+  His legions led to drinke _Euphrates_ streames,
+  So many Kings in traine redoubting him;
+  In triumph rais’d as high as highest heaun;
+  Lord-like disposing as him pleased best,
+  The wealth of _Greece_, the wealth of_Asia_:
+  In that faire fortune had I him exchaung’d
+  For _Cæsar_, then, men would haue counted me
+  Faithles, vnconstant, light: but now the storme,
+  And blustring tempest driuing on his face,
+  Readie to drowne, _Alas_! what would they saie?
+  What would himselfe in _Plutos_ mansion saie?
+  If I, whome alwaies more then life he lou’de,
+  If I, who am his heart, who was his hope,
+  Leaue him, forsake him (and perhaps in vaine)
+  Weakly to please who him hath ouerthrowne?
+  Not light, vnconstant, faithlesse should I be,
+  But vile, forsworne, of treachrous crueltie.
+
+  _Ch._ Crueltie to shunne, you selfe-cruell are.
+
+  _Cl._ Selfe-cruell him from crueltie to spare.
+
+  _Ch._ Our first affection to our selfe is due.
+
+  _Cl._ He is my selfe.
+
+          _Ch._ Next it extendes vnto
+  Our children, frends, and to our countrie soile.
+  And you for some respect of wiuelie loue,
+  (Albee scarce wiuelie) loose your natiue land,
+  Your children, frends, and (which is more) your life,
+  With so strong charmes doth loue bewitch our witts:
+  So fast in vs this fire once kindled flames.
+  Yet if his harme by yours redresse might haue,
+
+  _Cl._ With mine it may be clos’de in darksome graue.
+
+  _Ch._ And that, as _Alcest_ to hir selfe vnkinde,
+  You might exempt him from the lawes of death.
+  But he is sure to die: and now his sworde
+  Alreadie moisted is in his warme bloude,
+  Helples for any succour you can bring
+  Against deaths stinge, which he must shortlie feele.
+    Then let your loue be like the loue of olde
+  Which _Carian_ Queene did nourish in hir heart
+  Of hir Mausolus: builde for him a tombe
+  Whose statelinesse a wonder new may make.
+  Let him, let him haue sumtuouse funeralles:
+  Let graue thereon the horror of his fights:
+  Let earth be buri’d with vnburied heaps.
+  Frame ther _Pharsaly_, and discoulour’d stream’s
+  Of depe _Enipeus_: frame the grassie plaine,
+  Which lodg’d his campe at siege of _Mutina_.
+  Make all his combats, and couragiouse acts:
+  And yearly plaies to his praise institute:
+  Honor his memorie: with doubled care
+  Breed and bring vp the children of you both
+  In _Cæsars_ grace: who as a noble Prince
+  Will leaue them Lords of this most gloriouse realme.
+
+  _Cl._ What shame were that? ah Gods! what infamie!
+  With _Antonie_ in his good happs to share,
+  And ouerliue him dead: deeming enough
+  To shed some teares vpon a widdowe tombe?
+  The after-liuers iustly might report
+  That I him onlie for his empire lou’d,
+  And high estate: and that in hard estate
+  I for another did him lewdlie leaue?
+  Like to those birds wafted with wandring wings
+  From foraine lands in spring-time here arriue:
+  And liue with vs so long as Somers heate,
+  And their foode lasts, then seke another soile.
+  And as we see with ceaslesse fluttering
+  Flocking of seelly flies a brownish cloud
+  To vintag’d wine yet working in the tonne,
+  Not parting thence while they swete liquor taste:
+  After, as smoke, all vanish in the aire,
+  And of the swarme not one so much appeare.
+
+  _Eras._ By this sharp death what profit can you winne?
+
+  _Cl._ I neither gaine, nor profit seke therein.
+
+  _Er._ What praise shall you of after-ages gett?
+
+  _Cl._ Nor praise, nor glory in my cares are sett.
+
+  _Er._ What other end ought you respect, then this?
+
+  _Cl._ My only ende my onely dutie is.
+
+  _Er._ your dutie must vpon some good be founded.
+
+  _Cl._ On vertue it, the onlie good, is grounded.
+
+  _Er._ What is that _vertue_?
+
+          _Cl._ That which vs beseemes.
+
+  _Er._ Outrage our selues? who that beseeming deemes?
+
+  _Cl._ Finish I will my sorowes dieng thus.
+
+  _Er._ Minish you will your glories doing thus.
+
+  _Cl._ Good frends I praie you seeke not to reuoke
+  My fix’d intent of folowing _Antonie_.
+  I will die. I will die: must not his life,
+  His life and death by mine be folowed?
+    Meane while, deare sisters, liue: and while you liue,
+  Doe often honor to our loued Tombes.
+  Straw them with flowrs: and sometimes happelie
+  The tender thought of _Antonie_ your Lorde
+  And me poore soule to teares shall you inuite,
+  And our true loues your dolefull voice commend.
+
+  _Ch._ And thinke you Madame, we from you will part?
+  Thinke you alone to feele deaths ougly darte?
+  Thinke you to leaue vs? and that the same sunne
+  Shall see at once you dead, and vs aliue?
+  Weele die with you: and _Clotho_ pittilesse
+  Shall vs with you in hellish boate imbarque.
+
+  _Cl._ Ah liue, I praie you: this disastred woe
+  Which racks my heart, alone to me belonges:
+  My lott longs not to you: seruants to be
+  No shame, no harme to you, as is to me.
+    Liue sisters, liue, and seing his suspect
+  Hath causlesse me in sea of sorowes drown’d,
+  And that I can not liue, if so I would,
+  Nor yet would leaue this life, if so I could,
+  Without, his loue: procure me, _Diomed_,
+  That gainst poore me he be no more incensd.
+  Wrest out of his conceit that harmfull doubt,
+  That since his wracke he hath of me conceiu’d
+  Though wrong conceiu’d: witnesse you reuerent Gods,
+  Barking _Anubis_, _Apis_ bellowing.
+  Tell him, my soule burning, impatient,
+  Forlorne with loue of him, for certaine seale
+  Of her true loialtie my corpse hath left,
+  T’ encrease of dead the number numberlesse.
+    Go then, and if as yet he me bewaile,
+  If yet for me his heart one sign fourth breathe
+  Blest shall I be: and farre with more content
+  Depart this world, where so I me torment.
+  Meane season vs let this sadd tombe enclose,
+  Attending here till death conclude our woes.
+
+  _Diom._ I will obey your will.
+
+          _Cl._ So the desert
+  The Gods repay of thy true faithfull heart.
+
+
+  _Diomed._
+
+  And is’t not pittie, Gods, ah Gods of heau’n!
+  To see from loue such hatefull frutes to spring?
+  And is’t not pittie that this firebrand so
+  Laies waste the trophes of _Philippi_ fieldes?
+  Where are those swete allurements, those swete lookes,
+  Which Gods themselues right hart-sicke would haue made?
+  What doth that beautie, rarest guift of heau’n,
+  Wonder of earth? Alas! what doe those eies?
+  And that swete voice all _Asia_ vnderstoode,
+  And sunburnt _Afrike_ wide in deserts spred?
+  Is their force dead? haue they no further power?
+  Can not by them _Octauius_ be supriz’d?
+  Alas! if _Ioue_ in middst of all his ire,
+  With thunderbolt in hand some land to plague,
+  Had cast his eies on my Queene, out of hande
+  His plaguing bolte had falne out of his hande:
+  Fire of his wrathe into vaine smoke should turne,
+  And other fire within his brest should burne.
+    Nought liues so faire. Nature by such a worke
+  Her selfe, should seme, in workmanship hath past.
+  She is all heau’nlie: neuer any man
+  But seing hir was rauish’d with her sight.
+  The Allablaster couering of hir face,
+  The corall coullor hir two lipps engraines,
+  Her beamie eies, two Sunnes of this our world,
+  Of hir faire haire the fine and flaming golde,
+  Her braue streight stature, and hir winning partes
+  Are nothing else but fiers, fetters, dartes.
+    Yet this is nothing th’e’nchaunting skilles
+  Of her celestiall Sp’rite, hir training speache,
+  Her grace, hir Maiestie, and forcing voice,
+  Whither she it with fingers speach consorte,
+  Or hearing sceptred kings embassadors
+  Answer to eache in his owne language make.
+    Yet now at nede she aides hir not at all
+  With all these beauties, so hir sorowe stings.
+  Darkned with woe hir only studie is
+  To wepe, to sigh, to seke for lonelines.
+  Careles of all, hir haire disordred hangs:
+  Hir charming eies whence murthring looks did flie,
+  Now riuers grown’, whose wellspring anguish is,
+  Do trickling wash the marble of hir face.
+  Hir faire discouer’d brest with sobbing swolne
+  Selfe cruell she still martireth with blowes,
+    Alas! It’s our ill happ, for if hir teares
+  She would conuert into hir louing charmes,
+  To make a conquest of the conqueror,
+  (As well shee might, would she hir force imploie)
+  She should vs saftie from these ills procure,
+  Hir crowne to hir, and to hir race assure.
+  _Vnhappy he, in whome selfe-succour lies,_
+  _Yet self-forsaken wanting succour dies._
+
+
+  Chorus.
+
+  O swete fertile land, wherin
+    _Phæbus_ did with breath inspire
+    Man who men did first begin,
+    Formed first of _Nilus_ mire.
+    Whence of _Artes_ the eldest kindes,
+    Earthes most heauenly ornament,
+    Were as from their fountaine sent,
+    To enlight our mistie mindes.
+    Whose grosse sprite from endles time,
+    As in darkned prison pente,
+    Neuer did to knowledg clime.
+  Wher the _Nile_, our father good,
+    Father-like doth neuer misse
+    Yearely vs to bring such food,
+    As to life required is:
+    Visiting each yeare this plaine,
+    And with fatt slime cou’ring it,
+    Which his seauen mouthes do spitt,
+    As the season comes againe.
+    Making therby greatest growe
+    Busie reapers ioyfull paine,
+    When his flouds do highest flowe.
+  Wandring Prince of riuers thou,
+    Honor of the _Æthiops_ lande,
+    Of a Lord and master now
+    Thou a slaue in awe must stand.
+    Now of _Tiber_ which is spred
+    Lesse in force, and lesse in fame
+    Reuerence thou must the name,
+    Whome all other riuers dread,
+    For his children swolne in pride,
+    Who by conquest seeke to treade
+    Round this earth on euery side.
+  Now thou must begin to sende
+    Tribute of thy watrie store,
+    As Sea pathes thy stepps shall bende,
+    Yearely presents more and more.
+    Thy fatt skumme, our frutefull corne,
+    Pill’d from hence with theeuish hands
+    All vncloth’d shall leaue our lands
+    Into foraine Countrie borne.
+    Which puft vp with such a pray
+    Shall therby the praise adorne
+    Of that scepter _Rome_ doth sway.
+  Nought thee helps thy hornes to hide
+    Farre from hence in vnknowne grounds,
+    That thy waters wander wide,
+    Yearely breaking bankes, and bounds.
+    And that thy Skie-coullor’d brookes
+    Through a hundred peoples passe,
+    Drawing plots for trees and grasse
+    With a thousand turn’s and crookes.
+    Whome all weary of their way
+    Thy throats which in widenesse passe
+    Powre into their Mother Sea.
+  Nought so happie haplesse life
+    “In this worlde as freedome findes:
+    “Nought wherin more sparkes are rife
+    “To inflame couragious mindes.
+    “But if force must vs enforce
+    “Nedes a yoke to vndergoe,
+    “Vnder foraine yoke to goe
+    “Still it proues a bondage worse.
+    “And doubled subiection
+    “See we shall, and feele, and knowe
+    “Subiect to a stranger growne.
+  From hence forward for a King,
+    whose first being from this place
+    Should his brest by nature bring
+    Care of Countrie to embrace,
+    We at surly face must quake
+    Of some _Romaine_ madly bent:
+    Who, our terrour to augment,
+    His _Proconsuls_ axe will shake.
+    Driuing with our Kings from hence
+    Our establish’d gouerment,
+    Iustice sworde, and Lawes defence.
+  Nothing worldly of such might
+    But more mightie _Destinie_,
+    By swift _Times_ vnbridled flight,
+    Makes in ende his ende to see.
+    Euery thing _Time_ ouerthrowes,
+    Nought to ende doth stedfast staie:
+    His great sithe mowes all away
+    As the stalke of tender rose.
+    Onlie Immortalitie
+    Of the Heau’ns doth it oppose
+    Gainst his powerfull _Deitie_.
+  One daie there will come a daie
+    Which shall quaile thy fortunes flower,
+    And thee ruinde low shall laie
+    In some barbarous Princes power.
+    When the pittie-wanting fire
+    Shall, O _Rome_, thy beauties burne,
+    And to humble ashes turne
+    Thy proud wealth, and rich attire,
+    Those guilt roofes which turretwise,
+    Iustly making Enuie mourne,
+    Threaten now to pearce Skies.
+  As thy forces fill each land
+    Haruests making here and there,
+    Reaping all with rauening hand
+    They finde growing any where:
+    From each land so to thy fall
+    Multitudes repaire shall make,
+    From the common spoile to take
+    What to each mans share maie fall.
+    Fingred all thou shalt beholde:
+    No iote left for tokens sake
+    That thou wert so great of olde.
+  Like vnto the auncient _Troie_
+    Whence deriu’de thy founders be,
+    Conqu’ring foe shall thee enioie,
+    And a burning praie in thee.
+    For within this turning ball
+    This we see, and see each daie:
+    All things fixed ends do staie,
+    Ends to first beginnings fall.
+    And that nought, how strong or strange,
+    Chaungles doth endure alwaie,
+  But endureth fatall change.
+
+
+  _M. Antonius._ _Lucilius._
+
+  _M. Ant._
+
+  _Lucil_, sole comfort of my bitter case,
+  The only trust, the only hope I haue,
+  In last despaire: Ah! is not this the daie
+  That death should me of life and loue bereaue?
+  What waite I for that haue no refuge left,
+  But am sole remnant of my fortune left?
+  All leaue me, flie me: none, no not of them
+  Which of my greatnes greatest good receiu’d,
+  Stands with my fall: they seeme as now asham’de
+  That heretofore they did me ought regarde:
+  They draw them back, shewing they folow’d me,
+  Not to partake my harm’s, but coozen me.
+
+    _Lu._ In this our world nothing is stedfast found,
+    In vaine he hopes, who here his hopes doth groũd.
+
+  _Ant._ Yet nought afflicts me, nothing killes me so,
+  As that I so my _Cleopatra_ see
+  Practize with _Cæsar_, and to him transport
+  My flame, her loue, more deare then life to me.
+
+  _Lu._ Beleeue it not: Too high a heart she beares,
+  Too Princelie thoughts.
+
+          _Ant._ Too wise a head she weare
+  Too much enflam’d with greatnes, euermore
+  Gaping for our great Empires gouerment.
+
+  _Lu._ So long time you her constant loue haue tri’de.
+
+  _Ant._ But still with me good fortune did abide.
+
+  _Lu._ Her changed loue what token makes you know?
+
+  _An._ _Pelusium_ lost, and _Actian_ ouerthrow,
+  Both by her fraud: my well appointed fleet,
+  And trustie Souldiors in my quarell arm’d,
+  Whom she, false she, in stede of my defence,
+  Came to persuade, to yelde them to my foe:
+  Such honor _Thyre_ done, such welcome giuen,
+  Their long close talkes I neither knew, nor would,
+  And treacherouse wrong _Alexas_ hath me done,
+  Witnes too well her periur’d loue to me.
+  But you O Gods (if any faith regarde)
+  With sharpe reuenge her faithles change reward.
+
+  _Lu._ The dole she made vpon our ouerthrow,
+  Her Realme giuen vp for refuge to our men,
+  Her poore attire when she deuoutly kept
+  The solemne day of her natiuitie,
+  Againe the cost, and prodigall expence
+  Shew’d when she did your birth day celebrate,
+  Do plaine enough her heart vnfained proue,
+  Equally toucht, you louing, as you loue.
+
+  _Ant._ Well; be her loue to me or false, or true,
+  Once in my soule a cureles wound I feele.
+  I loue, nay burne in fire of her loue:
+  Each day, each night her Image haunts my minde,
+  Her selfe my dreams: and still I tired am,
+  And still I am with burning pincers nipt.
+  Extreame my harme: yet sweeter to my sence
+  Then boiling Torch of iealouse torments fire:
+  This grief, nay rage, in me such sturre doth kepe,
+  And thornes me still, both when I wake and slepe.
+    Take _Cæsar_ conquest, take my goods, take he
+  Th’onor to be Lord of the earth alone,
+  My Sonnes, my life bent headlong to mishapps:
+  No force, so not my _Cleopatra_ take.
+  So foolish I, I can not her forget,
+  Though better were I banisht her my thought.
+  Like to the sicke, whose throte the feauers fire
+  Hath vehemently with thirstie drouth enflam’d,
+  Drinkes still, albee the drinke he still desires
+  Be nothing else but fewell to his flame:
+  He can not rule himselfe: his health’s respect
+  Yeldeth to his distempred stomackes heate.
+
+  _Lu._ Leaue of this loue, that thus renewes your woe.
+
+  _Ant._ I do my best, but ah! can not do so.
+
+  _Lu._ Thinke how you haue so braue a captaine bene,
+  And now are by this vaine affection falne.
+
+  _Ant._ The ceasles thought of my felicitie
+  Plunges me more in this aduersitie._
+  For nothing so a man in ill torments,
+  As who to him his good state represents.
+  _This makes my rack, my anguish, and my woe
+  Equall vnto the hellish passions growe,
+  When I to minde my happie puisance call
+  Which erst I had by warlike conquest wonne,
+  And that good fortune which me neuer left,
+  Which hard disastre now hath me bereft.
+    With terror tremble all the world I made
+  At my sole worde, as Rushes in the streames
+  At waters will: I conquer’d Italie,
+  I conquer’d _Rome_, that Nations so redoubt.
+  I bare (meane while besieging _Mutina_)
+  Two Consuls armies for my ruine brought,
+  Bath’d in their bloud, by their deaths witnessing
+  My force and skill in matters Martiall.
+    To wreake thy vnkle, vnkinde _Cæsar_, I
+  With bloud of enemies the bankes embru’d
+  Of stain’d _Enipeus_, hindering his course
+  Stopped with heapes of piled carcases:
+  When _Cassius_ and _Brutus_ ill betide
+  Marcht against vs, by vs twise put to flight,
+  But by my sole conduct: for all the time
+  _Cæsar_ heart-sicke with feare and feauer laie.
+  Who knowes it not? and how by euery one
+  Fame of the fact was giu’n to me alone.
+    There sprang the loue, the neuer changing loue,
+  Wherein my hart hath since to yours bene bound:
+  There was it, my _Lucil_, you _Brutus_ sau’de,
+  And for your _Brutus_ _Antonie_ you found.
+  Better my happ in gaining such a frende,
+  Then in subduing such an enemie.
+  Now former vertue dead doth me forsake,
+  Fortune engulfes me in extreame distresse:
+  She turnes from me her smiling countenance,
+  Casting on me mishapp vpon mishapp,
+  Left and betraide of thousand thousand frends,
+  Once of my sute, but you _Lucil_ are left,
+  Remaining to me stedfast as a tower
+  In holy loue, in spite of fortunes blastes.
+  But if of any God my voice be heard,
+  And be not vainely scatt’red in the heau’ns,
+  Such goodnes shall not glorilesse be loste,
+  But comming ages still therof shall boste.
+
+  _Lu._ Men in their frendship euer should be one,
+  And neuer ought with fickle Fortune shake,
+  Which still remoues, nor will, nor knowes the way,
+  Her rowling bowle in one sure state to staie.
+  Wherfore we ought as borrow’d things receiue
+  The goods light she lends vs to pay againe:
+  Not holde them sure, nor on them builde our hopes
+  As one such goods as cannot faile, and fall:
+  But thinke againe, nothing is dureable,
+  Vertue except, our neuer failing hoste:
+  So bearing saile when fauouring windes do blowe,
+  As frowning Tempests may vs least dismaie
+  When they on vs do fall: not ouer-glad
+  With good estate, nor ouer-grieu’d with bad.
+  Resist mishap.
+
+          _Ant._ Alas! it is too stronge.
+  Mishappes oft times are by some comfort borne:
+  But these, ay me! whose weights oppresse my hart,
+  Too heauie lie, no hope can them relieue.
+  There rests no more, but that with cruell blade
+  For lingring death a hastie waie be made.
+
+  _Lu._ _Cæsar_, as heire vnto his Fathers state:
+  So will his Fathers goodnes imitate,
+  To you warde: whome he know’s allied in bloud,
+  Allied in mariage, ruling equallie
+  Th’ Empire with him, and with him making warre
+  Haue purg’d the earth of _Cæsars_ murtherers.
+  You into portions parted haue the world
+  Euen like coheir’s their heritages parte:
+  And now with one accord so many yeares
+  In quiet peace both haue your charges rul’d.
+
+  _Ant._ Bloud and alliance nothing do preuaile
+  To coole the thirst of hote ambitious breasts:
+  The sonne his Father hardly can endure,
+  Brother his brother, in one common Realme.
+  So feruent this desier to commaund:
+  Such iealousie it kindleth in our hearts._
+  Sooner will men permit another should
+  Loue her they loue, then weare the Crowne they weare.
+  _All lawes it breakes, turns all things vpside downe:
+  Amitie, kindred, nought so holie is
+  But it defiles. A monarchie to gaine
+  None cares which way, so he maie it obtaine.
+
+  _Lu._ Suppose he Monarch be and that this world
+  No more acknowledg sundrie Emperours.
+  That _Rome_ him onelie feare, and that he ioyne
+  The East with west, and both at once do rule:
+  Why should he not permitt you peaceablie
+  Discharg’d of charge and Empires dignitie,
+  Priuate to liue reading _Philosophie_,
+  In learned _Greece_, _Spaine_, _Asia_, anie lande?
+
+  _Ant._ Neuer will he his Empire thinke assur’de
+  While in this world _Marke Antonie_ shall liue._
+  Sleeples Suspicion, Pale distrust, colde feare
+  Alwaies to princes companie do beare
+  Bred of Reports: reports which night and day
+  Perpetuall guests from Court go not away.
+
+  _Lu._ He hath not slaine your brother _Lucius_,
+  Nor shortned hath the age of _Lepidus_,
+  Albeit both into his hands were falne,
+  And he with wrath against them both enflam’d.
+  Yet one, as Lord in quiet rest doth beare
+  The greatest sway in great _Iberia_.
+  The other with his gentle Prince retaines
+  Of highest Priest the sacred dignitie.
+
+  _Ant._ He feares not them, their feeble force he knowes.
+
+  _Lu._ He feares no vanquisht ouerfill’d with woes.
+
+  _Ant._ Fortune may chaunge againe,
+
+          _L._ A down-cast foe
+  Can hardlie rise, which once is brought so lowe.
+
+  _Ant._ All that I can, is done: for last assay
+  (When all means fail’d) I to entreatie fell,
+  (Ah coward creature!) whence againe repulst
+  Of combate I vnto him proffer made:
+  Though he in prime, and I by feeble age
+  Mightily weakned both in force and skill.
+  Yet could not he his coward heart aduaunce
+  Baselie affraid to trie so praisefull chaunce.
+  This makes me plaine, makes me my selfe accuse,
+  Fortune in this hir spitefull force doth vse
+  ’Gainst my gray hayres: in this vnhappie I
+  Repine at heau’ns in my happes pittiles.
+  A man, a woman both in might and minde,
+  In _Marses_ schole who neuer lesson learn’d,
+  Should me repulse, chase, ouerthrow, destroie,
+  Me of such fame, bring to so lowe an ebbe?
+  _Alcides_ bloud, who from my infancie
+  With happie prowesse crowned haue my praise.
+  Witnesse thou _Gaule_ vnus’d to seruile yoke,
+  Thou valiant _Spaine_, you fields of _Thessalie_
+  With millions of mourning cries bewail’d,
+  Twise watred now with bloude of _Italie_.
+
+  _Lu._ witnesse may _Afrique_, and of conquer’d world
+  All fower quarters witnesses may be.
+  For in what part of earth inhabited,
+  Hungrie of praise haue you not ensignes spredd?
+
+  _An._ Thou know’st rich _Ægypt_ (_Ægypt_ of my deeds
+  Faire and foule subiect) _Ægypt_ ah! thou know’st
+  How I behau’d me fighting for thy kinge,
+  When I regainde him his rebellious Realme.
+  Against his foes in battaile shewing force,
+  And after fight in victorie remorse.
+    Yet if to bring my glorie to the ground,
+  Fortune had made me ouerthrowne by one
+  Of greater force, of better skill then I;
+  One of those Captaines feared so of olde,
+  _Camill_, _Marcellus_, worthy _Scipio_,
+  This late great _Cæsar_, honor of our state,
+  Or that great _Pompei_ aged growne in armes;
+  That after haruest of a world of men
+  Made in a hundred battailes, fights, assaults,
+  My bodie thorow pearst with push of pike
+  Had vomited my bloud, in bloud my life,
+  In midd’st of millions felowes in my fall:
+  The lesse hir wrong, the lesse should my woe:
+  Nor she should paine, nor I complain me so.
+    No, no, wheras I should haue died in armes,
+  And vanquisht oft new armies should haue arm’d,
+  New battailes giuen, and rather lost with me
+  All this whole world submitted vnto me:
+  A man who neuer saw enlaced pikes
+  With bristled pointes against his stomake bent,
+  Who feares the field, and hides him cowardly
+  Dead at the verie noise the souldiors make.
+    His vertue, fraude, deceit, malicious guile,
+  His armes the arts that false _Vlisses_ vs’de,
+  Knowne at Modena, wher the _Consuls_ both
+  Death-wounded were, and wounded by his men
+  To gett their armie, warre with it to make
+  Against his faith, against his countrie soile.
+  Of _Lepidus_, which to his succours came,
+  To honor whome he was by dutie bounde;
+  The Empire he vsurpt: corrupting first
+  With baites and bribes the most part of his men.
+  Yet me hath ouercome, and made his pray,
+  And state of _Rome_, with me hath ouercome.
+    Strange! one disordred act at _Actium_
+  The earth subdu’de, my glorie hath obscur’d.
+  For since, as one whome heauens wrath attaints,
+  With furie caught, and more then furious
+  Vex’d with my euills, I neuer more had care
+  My armies lost, or lost name to repaire:
+  I did no more resist.
+
+          _Lu._ All warres affaires,
+  But battailes most, daily haue their successe
+  Now good, now ill: and though that fortune haue
+  Great force and power in euery worldlie thing,
+  Rule all, do all, haue all things fast enchaind
+  Vnto the circle of hir turning wheele:
+  Yet seemes it more then any practise else
+  She doth frequent _Ballonas_ bloudie trade:
+  And that hir fauour, wauering as the wind,
+  Hir greatest power therin doth oftnest shewe.
+  Whence growes, we dailie see, who in their youth
+  Gatt honor ther, do loose it in their age,
+  Vanquisht by some lesse warlike then themselues:
+  Whome yet a meaner man shall ouerthrowe.
+  Hir vse is not to lende vs still her hande,
+  But sometimes headlong back a gaine to throwe,
+  When by hir fauor she hath vs extolld
+  Vnto the topp of highest happines.
+
+  _Ant._ well ought I curse within my grieued soule,
+  Lamenting daie and night, this sencelesse loue,
+  Whereby my faire entising foe entrap’d
+  My hedelesse _Reason_, could no more escape.
+    It was not fortunes euer chaunging face,
+    It was not Dest’nies chaungles violence
+    Forg’d my mishap. Alas! who doth not know
+    They make, nor marre, nor any thing can doe.
+    Fortune, which men so feare, adore, detest,
+    Is but a chaunce whose cause vnknow’n doth rest.
+    Although oft times the cause is well perceiu’d,
+    But not th’effect the fame that was conceiu’d.
+  _Pleasure_, nought else, the plague of this our life,
+  Our life which still a thousand plagues pursue,
+  Alone hath me this strange disastre spunne,
+  Falne from a souldior to a Chamberer,
+  Careles of vertue, careles of all praise.
+  Nay, as the fatted swine in filthy mire
+  With glutted heart I wallow’d in delights,
+  All thoughts of honor troden vnder foote.
+  So I me lost: for finding this swete cupp
+  Pleasing my tast, vnwise I drunke my fill,
+  And through the swetenes of that poisons power
+  By stepps I draue my former witts astraie.
+  I made my frends, offended me forsake,
+  I holpe my foes against my selfe to rise.
+  I robd my subiects, and for followers
+  I saw my selfe besett with flatterers.
+  Mine idle armes faire wrought with spiders worke,
+  My scattred men without their ensignes strai’d:
+  _Cæsar_ meane while who neuer would haue dar’de
+  To cope with me, me sodainlie despis’de,
+  Tooke hart to fight, and hop’de for victorie
+  On one so gone, who glorie had forgone.
+
+  _Lu._ Enchaunting pleasure; _Venus_ swete delights
+  Weaken our bodies, ouer-cloud our sprights,
+  Trouble our reason, from our harts out chase
+  All holie vertues lodging in their place.
+  Like as the cunning fisher takes the fishe
+  By traitor baite wherby the hooke is hidde:
+  So _Pleasure_ serues to vice in steede of foode
+  To baite our soules theron too licourishe.
+  This poison deadlie is alike to all,
+  But on great kings doth greatest outrage worke,
+  Taking the Roiall scepters from their hands,
+  Thenceforward to be by some straunger borne:
+  While that their people charg’d with heauy loades
+  Their flatt’rers pill, and suck their mary drie,
+  Not ru’lde but left to great men as a pray,
+  While this fonde Prince himselfe in pleasur’s drowns:
+  Who heares nought, sees nought, doth nought of a king,
+  Seming himselfe against himselfe conspirde.
+  Then equall Iustice wandreth banished,
+  And in hir seat sitts greedie Tyrannie.
+  Confus’d disorder troubleth all estates,
+  Crimes without feare and outrages are done.
+  Then mutinous _Rebellion_ shewes hir face,
+  Now hid with this, and now with that pretence,
+  Prouoking enimies, which on each side
+  Enter at ease, and make them Lords of all.
+  The hurtfull workes of pleasure here behold.
+
+  _An._ The wolfe is not so hurtfull to the folde,
+  Frost to the grapes, to ripened fruits the raine:
+  As pleasure is to Princes full of paine.
+
+  _Lu._ Ther nedes no proofe, but by th’ _Assirian_ kinge,
+  On whome that Monster woefull wrack did bring.
+
+  _An._ Ther nedes no proofe, but by vnhappie I,
+  Who lost my empire, honor, life therby.
+
+  _Lu._ Yet hath this ill so much the greater force,
+  As scarcelie anie do against it stand:
+  No, not the Demy-gods the olde world knew,
+  Who all subdu’de, could _Pleasures_ power subdue.
+    Great _Hercules_, _Hercules_ once that was
+  Wonder of earth and heau’n, matchles in might,
+  Who _Anteus_, _Lycus_, _Geryon_ ouercame,
+  Who drew from hell the triple-headed dogg,
+  Who _Hydra_ kill’d, vanquishd _Achelous_,
+  Who heauens weight on his strong shoulders bare:
+  Did he not vnder _Pleasures_ burthen bow?
+  Did he not Captiue to this passion yelde,
+  When by his Captiue, so he was enflam’de,
+  As now your selfe in _Cleopatra_ burne?
+  Slept in hir lapp, hir bosome kist and kiste,
+  With base vnsemelie seruice bought her loue,
+  Spinning at distaffe, and with sinewy hand
+  Winding on spindles threde, in maides attire?
+  His conqu’ring clubbe at rest on wal did hang:
+  His bow vnstringd he bent not as he vs’de:
+  Vpon his shafts the weauing spiders spunne:
+  And his hard cloake the freating mothes did pierce.
+  The monsters free and fearles all the time
+  Throughout the world the people did torment,
+  And more and more encreasing daie by day
+  Scorn’d his weake heart become a mistresse plaie.
+
+  _An._ In onelie this like _Hercules_ am I,
+  In this I proue me of his lignage right:
+  In this himselfe, his deedes I shew in this,
+  In this, nought else, my ancestor he is.
+    But go we: die I must, and with braue ende
+  Conclusion make of all foregoing harmes:
+  Die, die I must: I must a noble death,
+  A glorious death vnto my succor call:
+  I must deface the shame of time abus’d,
+  I must adorne the wanton loues I vs’de
+  With some couragiouse act: that my last daie
+  By mine owne hand my spotts may wash away.
+    Come deare _Lucill_: alas! why wepe you thus!
+  This mortall lot is common to vs all.
+  We must all die, each doth in homage owe
+  Vnto that God that shar’d the Realmes belowe.
+  Ah sigh no more: alas: appeace your woes,
+  For by your griefe my griefe more eager growes.
+
+
+  Chorus.
+
+  Alas, with what tormenting fire.
+  Vs martireth this blinde desire
+    To staie our life from flieng!
+  How ceasleslie our minds doth rack,
+  How heauie lies vpon our back
+    This dastard feare of dieng!
+  _Death_ rather healthfull succor giues,
+  _Death_ rather all mishappes relieues
+    That life vpon vs throweth:
+  And euer to vs doth vnclose
+  The doore, wherby from curelesse woes
+    Our wearie soule out goeth.
+  What Goddesse else more milde then shee
+  To burie all our paine can be,
+    What remedie more pleasing?
+  Our pained hearts when dolor stings,
+  And nothing rest, or respite brings,
+    What help haue we more easing?
+  _Hope_ which to vs doth comfort giue,
+  And doth or fainting hearts reuiue,
+    Hath not such force in anguish:
+  For promising a vaine reliefe
+  She oft vs failes in midst of griefe,
+    And helples letts vs languish.
+  But Death who call on her at nede
+  Doth neuer with vaine semblant feed,
+    But when them sorow paineth,
+  So riddes their soules of all distresse
+  Whose heauie weight did them oppresse,
+    That not one griefe remaineth.
+  Who feareles and with courage bolde
+  Can _Acherons_ black face beholde,
+    Which muddie water beareth:
+  And crossing ouer, in the way
+  Is not amaz’d at Perruque gray
+    Olde rustie _Charon_ weareth:
+  Who voide of dread can looke vpon
+  The dreadfull shades that rome alone,
+    On bankes where sound no voices:
+  Whom with her fire-brands and her Snakes
+  No whit afraide _Alecto_ makes,
+    Nor triple-barking noyses:
+  Who freely can himselfe dispose
+  Of that last hower which all must close,
+    And leaue this life at pleasure:
+  This noble freedome more esteemes,
+  And in his hart more precious deemes,
+    Then Crowne and kingly treasure.
+  The waues which _Boreas_ blasts turmoile
+  And cause with foaming furie boile,
+    Make not his heart to tremble:
+  Nor brutish broile, when with strong head
+  A rebell people madly ledde
+    Against their Lords assemble:
+  Nor fearfull face of Tirant wood,
+  Who breaths but threats, and drinks but bloud,
+    No, nor the hand which thunder,
+  The hand of _Ioue_ which thunder beares,
+  And ribbs of rocks in sunder teares,
+    Teares mountains sides in sunder:
+  Nor bloudie _Marses_ butchering bands,
+  Whose lightnings desert laie the lands
+    whome dustie cloudes do couer:
+  From of whose armour sun-beames flie,
+  And vnder them make quaking lie
+    The plaines wheron they houer:
+  Nor yet the cruell murth’ring blade
+  Warme in the moistie bowells made
+    of people pell mell dieng
+  In some great Cittie put to sack
+  By sauage Tirant brought to wrack,
+    At his colde mercie lieng.
+  How abiect him, how base think I,
+  Who wanting courage can not dye
+    When need him therto calleth?
+  From whom the dagger drawne to kill
+  The curelesse griefes that vexe him still
+    For feare and faintnes falleth?
+  O _Antonie_ with thy deare mate
+  Both in misfortunes fortunate!
+    Whose thoughts to death aspiring
+  Shall you protect from victors rage,
+  Who on each side doth you encage,
+    To triumph much desiring.
+  That _Cæsar_ may you not offend
+  Nought else but Death can you defend,
+    which his weake force derideth,
+  And all in this round earth containd,
+  Powr’les on them whom once enchaind
+    _Auernus_ prison hideth:
+  Where great _Psammetiques_ ghost doth rest,
+  Not with infernall paine possest,
+    But in swete fields detained:
+  And olde _Amasis_ soule likewise,
+  And all our famous _Ptolemies_
+    That whilome on vs raigned.
+
+
+
+
+  _Act. 4._
+
+
+  _Cæsar._ _Agrippa._ _Dircetus_ the Messenger.
+
+  _Cæsar._
+
+    _You euer-liuing Gods which all things holde
+  Within the power of your celestiall hands,
+  By whom heate, colde, the thunder, and the winde,
+  The properties of enterchaunging mon’ths
+  Their course and being haue, which do set downe
+  Of Empires by your destinied decree
+  The force, age, time, and subiect to no chaunge
+  Chaunge all, reseruing nothing in one state:
+  You haue aduaunst, as high as thundring heau’n
+  The _Romains_ greatnes by _Bellonas_ might:
+  Mastring the world with fearfull violence,
+  Making the world widow of libertie.
+  Yet at this daie this proud exalted _Rome_
+  Despoil’d, captiu’d, at one mans will doth bende:
+  Her Empire mine, her life is in my hand,
+  As Monarch I both world and _Rome_ commaund;
+  Do all, can all; fourth my commaund’ment cast
+  Like thundring fire from one to other Pole
+  Equall to Ioue: bestowing by my worde
+  Happes and mishappes, as Fortunes King and Lord.
+    No Towne there is, but vp my Image settes,
+  But sacrifice to me doth dayly make:
+  Whither where _Phæbus_ ioyne his morning steedes,
+  Or where the night them weary entertaines,
+  Or where the heat the _Garamants_ doth scorche,
+  Or where the colde from _Boreas_ breast is blowne:
+  All _Cæsar_ do both awe and honor beare,
+  And crowned Kings his verie name do feare.
+    _Antonie_ knowes it well, for whom not one
+  Of all the Princes all this earth do rule,
+  Armes against me: for all redoubt the power
+  Which heau’nly powers on earth haue made me beare.
+    _Antonie_, he poore man with fire enflam’de
+  A womans beauties kindled in his heart,
+  Rose against me, who longer could not beare
+  My sisters wrong he did so ill entreat:
+  Seing her left while that his leud delights
+  Her husband with his _Cleopatra_ tooke
+  In _Alexandrie_, where both nights and daies
+  Their time they pass’d in nought but loues and plaies.
+    All _Asias_ forces into one he drewe,
+  And forth he sett vpon the azur’d waues
+  A thousand and a thousand Shipps, which fill’d
+  With Souldiors, pikes, with targets, arrowes, darts,
+  Made _Neptune_ quake, and all the watrie troupes
+  Of _Glauques_, and _Tritons_ lodg’d at _Actium_.
+  But mightie Gods, who still the force withstand
+  Of him, who causles doth another wrong,
+  In lesse then moments space redus’d to nought
+  All that proud power by Sea or land he brought.
+
+  _Agr._ Presumptuouse pride of high and hawtie sprite,
+  Voluptuouse care of fonde and foolish loue,
+  Haue iustly wrought his wrack: who thought he helde
+  (By ouerweening) Fortune in his hand.
+  Of vs he made no count, but as to play,
+  So fearles came our forces to assay.
+    So sometimes fell to Sonnes of Mother Earth,
+  Which crawl’d to heau’n warre on the Gods to make,
+  _Olymp_ on _Pelion_, _Ossa_on _Olymp_,
+  _Pindus_ on _Ossa_ loading by degrees:
+  That at hand strokes with mightie clubbes they might
+  On mossie rocks the Gods make tumble downe:
+  When mightie _Ioue_ with burning anger chaf’d,
+  Disbraind with him _Gyges_ and _Briareus_,
+  Blunting his darts vpon their brused bones.
+    For no one thing the Gods can lesse abide
+    In dedes of men, then Arrogance and Pride.
+    And still the proud, which too much takes in hand,
+    Shall fowlest fall, where best he thinks to stand.
+
+  _Cæs._ Right as some Pallace, or some stately tower,
+  Which ouer-lookes the neighbour buildings round
+  In scorning wise, and to the Starres vp growes,
+  Which in short time his owne weight ouerthrowes.
+    What monstrous pride, nay what impietie
+  Incen’st him onward to the Gods disgrace?
+  When his two children, _Cleopatras_ bratts,
+  To _Phæbe_ and her brother he compar’d,
+  _Latonas_ race, causing them to be call’d
+  The Sunne and Moone? Is not this folie right?
+  And is not this the Gods to make his foes?
+  And is not this himself to worke his woes?
+
+  _Agr._ In like proud sort he caus’d his head to leese
+  The Iewish king _Antigonus_, to haue
+  His Realme for balme, that _Cleopatra_ lou’d,
+  As though on him he had some treason prou’d.
+
+  _Cæs._ _Lydia_ to her, and _Siria_ he gaue,
+  _Cyprus_ of golde, _Arabia_ rich of smelles:
+  And to his children more _Cilicia_,
+  _Parth’s_, _Medes_, _Armenia_, _Phænicia_:
+  The kings of kings proclaiming them to be,
+  By his owne worde, as by a sound decree.
+
+  _Agr._ What? Robbing his owne countrie of her due
+  Triumph’d he not in _Alexandria_,
+  Of _Artabasus_ the _Armenian_ King,
+  Who yelded on his periur’d word to him?
+
+  _Cæs._ Nay, neuer _Rome_ more iniuries receiu’d,
+  Since thou, ô _Romulus_, by flight of birds
+  with happy hand the _Romain_ walles did’st build,
+  Then _Antonies_ fond loues to it hath done.
+  Nor euer warre more holie, nor more iust,
+  Nor vndertaken with more hard constraint,
+  Then is this warre: which were it not, our state
+  Within small time all dignitie should loose:
+  Though I lament (thou Sunne my witnes art;
+  And thou great _Ioue_) that it so deadly proues:
+  That _Romain_ bloud should in such plentie flowe,
+  Watring the fields and pastures where we goe.
+  What _Carthage_ in olde hatred obstinate,
+  What _Gaule_ still barking at our rising state,
+  What rebell _Samnite_, what fierce _Pyrrhus_ power,
+  What cruell _Mithridate_, what _Parth_ hath wrought
+  Such woe to _Rome_: whose common wealth he had,
+  (Had he bene victor) into _Egipt_ brought.
+
+  _Agr._ Surely the Gods, which haue this Cittie built
+  Stedfast to stand as long as time endures,
+  Which kepe the Capitoll, of vs take care,
+  And care will take of those shall after come,
+  Haue made you victor, that you might redresse
+  Their honor growne by passed mischieues lesse.
+
+  _Cæs._ The seelie man when all the Greekish Sea
+  His fleete had hidd, in hope me sure to drowne,
+  Me battaile gaue: where fortune, in my stede,
+  Repulsing him his forces disaraied.
+  Him selfe tooke flight, soone as his loue he saw
+  All wanne through feare with full sailes flie away.
+  His men, though lost, whome none did now direct,
+  With courage fought fast grappled shipp with shipp,
+  Charging, resisting, as their oares would serue,
+  With darts, with swords, with Pikes, with fierie flames.
+  So that the darkned night her starrie vaile
+  Vpon the bloudie sea had ouer-spred,
+  Whilst yet they held: and hardlie, hardlie then
+  They fell to flieng on the wauie plaine.
+  All full of Souldiors ouerwhelm’d with waues:
+  The aire throughout with cries and grones did sound:
+  The Sea did blush with bloud: the neighbor shores
+  Groned, so they with shipwracks pestred were,
+  And floting bodies left for pleasing foode
+  To birds, and beasts, and fishes of the sea.
+  You know it well _Agrippa_.
+
+          _Ag._ Mete it was
+  The _Romain_ Empire so should ruled be,
+  As heau’n is rul’d: which turning ouer vs,
+  All vnder things by his example turnes.
+  Now as of heau’n one onely Lord we know:
+  One onely Lord should rule this earth below.
+    When one self pow’re is common made to two,
+    Their duties they nor suffer will, nor doe.
+    In quarell still, in doubt, in hate, in feare;
+    Meane while the people all the smart do beare.
+
+  _Cæs._ Then to the ende none, while my daies endure,
+  Seeking to raise himselfe may succours finde,
+  We must with bloud marke this our victorie,
+  For iust example to all memorie.
+  Murther we must, vntill not one we leaue,
+  Which may hereafter vs of rest bereaue.
+
+  _Ag._ Marke it with murthers? who of that can like?
+
+  _Cæ._ Murthers must vse, who doth assurance seeke.
+
+  _Ag._ Assurance call you enemies to make?
+
+  _Cæs._ I make no such, but such away I take.
+
+  _Ag._ Nothing so much as rigour doth displease.
+
+  _Cæs._ Nothing so much doth make me liue at ease.
+
+  _Ag._ What ease to him that feared is of all?
+
+  _Cæ._ Feared to be, and see his foes to fall.
+
+  _Ag._ Commonly feare doth brede and nourish hate.
+
+  _Cæ._ Hate without pow’r comes comonly too late.
+
+  _Ag._ A feared Prince hath oft his death desir’d.
+
+  _Cæ._ A Prince not fear’d hath oft his wrong conspir’de.
+
+  _Ag._ No guard so sure, no forte so strong doth proue,
+  No such defence, as is the peoples loue.
+
+  _Cæs._ Nought more vnsure more weak, more like the winde,
+  Then _Peoples_ fauor still to chaunge enclinde.
+
+  _Ag._ Good Gods! what loue to gracious Prince men beare!
+
+  _Cæs._ What honor to the Prince that is seuere!
+
+  _Ag._ Nought more diuine then is _Benignitie_.
+
+  _Cæ._ Nought likes the _Gods_ as doth _Seueritie_.
+
+  _Ag._ _Gods_ all forgiue.
+
+          _Cæ._ On faults they paines do laie.
+
+  _Ag._ And giue their goods.
+
+          _Cæ._ Oft times they take away.
+
+  _Ag._ They wreake them not, ô _Cæsar_, at each time
+  That by our sinnes they are to wrathe prouok’d.
+  Neither must you (beleue, I humblie praie)
+  Your victorie with crueltie defile.
+  The Gods it gaue, it must not be abus’d,
+  But to the good of all men mildlie vs’d,
+  And they be thank’d: that hauing giu’n you grace
+  To raigne alone, and rule this earthlie masse,
+  They may hence-forward hold it still in rest,
+  All scattred power vnited in one brest.
+
+  _Cæ._ But what is he, that breathles comes so fast,
+  Approaching vs, and going in such hast?
+
+  _Ag._ He semes affraid: and vnder his arme I
+  (But much I erre) a bloudie sworde espie.
+
+  _Cæs._ I long to vnderstand what it may be.
+
+  _Ag._ He hither comes: it’s best we stay and see.
+
+  _Dirce._ What good God now my voice will reenforce,
+  That tell I may to rocks, and hilles, and woods,
+  To waues of sea, which dash vpon the shore,
+  To earth, to heau’n, the woefull newes I bring?
+
+  _Ag._ What sodaine chaunce thee towards vs hath brought?
+
+  _Dir._ A lamentable chance. O wrath of heau’ns!
+  O Gods too pittiles!
+
+          _Cæs._ What monstrous happ
+  Wilt thou recount?
+
+          _Dir._ Alas too hard mishapp!
+  When I but dreame of what mine eies beheld,
+  My hart doth freeze, my limmes do quiuering quake,
+  I senceles stand, my brest with tempest tost
+  Killes in my throte my wordes, ere fully borne.
+  Dead, dead he is: be sure of what I say,
+  This murthering sword hath made the man away.
+
+  _Cæs._ Alas my heart doth cleaue, pittie me rackes,
+  My breast doth pant to heare this dolefull tale.
+  Is _Antonie_ then dead? To death, alas!
+  I am the cause despaire him so compelld.
+  But souldiour of his death the maner showe,
+  And how he did this liuing light forgoe.
+
+  _Dir._ When _Antonie_ no hope remaining saw
+  How warre he might, or how agreement make,
+  Saw him betraid by all his men of warre
+  In euery fight as well by sea, as lande;
+  That not content to yeld them to their foes
+  They also came against himselfe to fight:
+  Alone in Court he gan himself torment,
+  Accuse the Queene, himselfe of hir lament,
+  Call’d hir vntrue and traytresse, as who fought
+  To yeld him vp she could no more defend:
+  That in the harmes which for hir sake he bare,
+  As in his blisfull state, she might not share.
+    But she againe, who much his furie fear’d,
+  Gatt to the Tombes, darke horrors dwelling place:
+  Made lock the doores, and pull the hearses downe.
+  Then fell shee wretched, with hir selfe to fight.
+  A thousand plaints, a thousand sobbes she cast
+  From hir weake brest which to the bones was torne,
+  Of women hir the most vnhappie call’d,
+  Who by hir loue, hir woefull loue, had lost
+  Hir realme, hir life, and more, the loue of him,
+  Who while he was, was all hir woes support.
+  But that she faultles was she did inuoke
+  For witnes heau’n, and aire, and earth, and sea.
+  Then sent him worde, she was no more aliue,
+  But lay inclosed dead within hir Tombe.
+  This he beleeu’d; and fell to sigh and grone,
+  And crost his armes, then thus began to mone.
+
+  _Cæs._ Poore hopeles man!
+
+          _Dir._ What dost thou more attend?
+  Ah _Antonie_! why dost thou death deferre?
+  Since _Fortune_ thy professed enimie,
+  Hath made to die, who only made thee liue?
+  Sone as with sighes he had these words vp clos’d,
+  His armor he vnlaste, and cast it of,
+  Then all disarm’d he thus againe did say:
+  My Queene, my heart, the grief that now I feele,
+  Is not that I your eies, my Sunne, do loose,
+  For soone againe one Tombe shal vs conioyne:
+  I grieue, whom men so valorouse did deeme,
+  Should now, then you, of lesser valor seeme.
+    So said, forthwith he _Eros_ to him call’d,
+  _Eros_ his man; summond him on his faith
+  To kill him at his nede. He tooke the sworde,
+  And at that instant stab’d therwith his breast,
+  And ending life fell dead before his fete.
+  O _Eros_ thankes (quoth _Antonie_) for this
+  Most noble acte, who pow’rles me to kill,
+  On thee hast done, what I on mee should doe.
+    Of speaking thus he scarce had made an ende,
+  And taken vp the bloudie sword from ground,
+  But he his bodie piers’d; and of redd bloud
+  A gushing fountaine all the chamber fill’d.
+  He staggred at the blowe, his face grew pale,
+  And on a couche all feeble downe he fell,
+  Swounding with anguish: deadly cold him tooke,
+  As if his soule had then his lodging left.
+  But he reuiu’d, and marking all our eies
+  Bathed in teares, and how our breasts we beatt
+  For pittie, anguish, and for bitter griefe,
+  To see him plong’d in extreame wretchednes:
+  He prai’d vs all to haste his lingr’ing death:
+  But no man willing, each himselfe withdrew.
+  Then fell he new to crie and vexe himselfe,
+  Vntill a man from _Cleopatra_ came,
+  Who said from hir he had commaundement
+  To bring him to hir to the monument.
+    The poore soule at these words euen rapt with Ioy
+  Knowing she liu’d, prai’d vs him to conuey
+  Vnto his Ladie. Then vpon our armes
+  We bare him to the Tombe, but entred not.
+  For she, who feared captiue to be made,
+  And that she should to _Rome_ in triumph goe,
+  Kept close the gate: but from a window high
+  Cast downe a corde, wherin he was impackt.
+  Then by hir womens helpt the corps she rais’d,
+  And by strong armes into hir windowe drew.
+    So pittifull a sight was neuer sene.
+  Little and little _Antonie_ was pull’d,
+  Now breathing death: his beard was all vnkempt,
+  His face and brest all bathed in his bloud.
+  So hideous yet, and dieng as he was,
+  His eies half-clos’d vppon the Queene he cast:
+  Held vp his hands, and holpe himself to raise,
+  But still with weakenes back his bodie fell.
+  The miserable ladie with moist eies,
+  With haire which careles on hir forhead hong,
+  With brest which blowes had bloudilie benumb’d,
+  With stooping head, and bodie down-ward bent,
+  Enlast hir in the corde, and with all force
+  This life-dead man couragiously vprais’de.
+  The bloud with paine into hir face did flowe,
+  Hir sinewes stiff, her selfe did breathles growe.
+    The people which beneath in flocks beheld,
+  Assisted her with gesture, speech, desire:
+  Cri’de and incourag’d her, and in their soules
+  Did sweate, and labor, no white lesse then shee.
+  Who neuer tir’d in labor, held so long
+  Helpt by hir women, and hir constant heart,
+  That _Antonie_ was drawne into the tombe,
+  And ther (I thinke) of dead augments the summe.
+    The Cittie all to teares and sighes is turn’d,
+  To plaints and outcries horrible to heare:
+  Men, women, children, hoary-headed age
+  Do all pell mell in house and strete lament,
+  Scratching their faces, tearing of their haire,
+  Wringing their hands, and martyring their brests.
+  Extreame their dole: and greater misery
+  In sacked townes can hardlie euer be.
+  Not if the fire had scal’de the highest towers:
+  That all things were of force and murther full;
+  That in the streets the bloud in riuers stream’d;
+  That sonne his sire saw in his bosome slaine,
+  The sire his sonne: the husband reft of breath
+  In his wiues armes, who furious runnes to death.
+  Now my brest wounded with their piteouse plaints
+  I left their towne, and tooke with me this sworde,
+  Which I tooke vp at what time _Antonie_
+  Was from his chamber caried to the tombe:
+  And brought it you, to make his death more plaine,
+  And that therby my words may credite gaine.
+
+  _Cæs._ Ah Gods what cruell happ! poore _Antonie_,
+  Alas hast thou this sword so long time borne
+  Against thy foe, that in the ende it should
+  Of thee his Lord the cursed murthr’er be?
+  _O Death_ how I bewaile thee! we (alas!)
+  So many warres haue ended, brothers, frends,
+  Companions, coozens, equalls in estate:
+  And must it now to kill thee be my fate?
+
+  _Ag._ Why trouble you your selfe with bootles griefe?
+  For _Antonie_ why spend you teares in vaine?
+  Why darken you with dole your victorie?
+  Me seemes your self your glorie do enuie.
+  Enter the towne, giue thankes vnto the Gods.
+
+  _Cæs._ I cannot but his tearefull chaunce lament,
+  Although not I, but his owne pride the cause,
+  And vnchaste loue of this _Ægyptian_.
+
+  _Agr._ But best we sought into the tombe to gett,
+  Lest shee consume in this amazed case
+  So much rich treasure, with which happelie
+  Despaire in death may make hir feed the fire:
+  Suffring the flames hir Iewells to deface,
+  You to defraud, hir funerall to grace.
+  Sende then to hir, and let some meane be vs’d
+  With some deuise so holde hir still aliue,
+  Some faire large promises: and let them marke
+  Whither they may by some fine conning slight
+  Enter the tombes.
+
+          _Cæsar._ Let _Proculeius_ goe,
+  And fede with hope hir soule disconsolate.
+  Assure hir so, that we may wholie gett
+  Into our hands hir treasure and hir selfe.
+  For this of all things most I doe desire
+  To kepe hir safe vntill our going hence:
+  That by hir presence beautified may be
+  The glorious triumph _Rome_ prepares for me.
+
+
+  Chorus of Romaine _Souldiors_.
+
+  Shall euer ciuile hate
+    gnaw and deuour our state?
+    Shall neuer we this blade,
+    Our bloud hath bloudie made,
+    Lay downe? these armes downe lay
+    As robes we weare alway?
+    But as from age to age,
+    So passe from rage to rage?
+  Our hands shall we not rest
+    To bath in our owne brest?
+    And shall thick in each land
+    Our wretched trophees stand,
+    To tell posteritie,
+    What madd Impietie
+    Our stonie stomakes ledd
+    Against the place vs bredd?
+  Then still must heauen view
+    The plagues that vs pursue:
+    And euery where descrie
+    Heaps of vs scattred lie,
+    Making the straunger plaines
+    Fatt with our bleeding raines,
+    Proud that on them their graue
+    So manie legions haue.
+  And with our fleshes still
+    _Neptune_ his fishes fill
+    And dronke with bloud from blue
+    The sea take blushing hue:
+    As iuice of _Tyrian_ shell,
+    When clarified well
+    To wolle of finest fields
+    A purple glosse it yelds.
+  But since the rule of _Rome_,
+    To one mans hand is come,
+    Who gouernes without mate
+    Hir now vnited state,
+    Late iointlie rulde by three
+    Enuieng mutuallie,
+    Whose triple yoke much woe
+    On _Latines_ necks did throwe:
+  I hope the cause of iarre,
+    And of this bloudie warre,
+    And deadlie discord gone
+    By what we last haue done:
+    Our banks shall cherish now
+    The branchie pale-hew’d bow
+    Of _Oliue_, _Pallas_ praise,
+    In stede of barraine bayes.
+  And that his temple dore,
+    Which bloudie _Mars_ before
+    Held open, now at last
+    Olde _Ianus_ shall make fast:
+    And rust the sword consume,
+    And spoild of wauing plume,
+    The vseles morion shall
+    On crooke hang by the wall.
+  At least if warre returne
+    It shall not here soiourne,
+    To kill vs with those armes
+    Were forg’d for others harmes:
+    But haue their pointes addrest,
+    Against the _Germaines_ brest,
+    The _Parthians_ fayned flight,
+    The _Biscaines_ martiall might.
+  Olde Memorie doth there
+    Painted on forhead weare
+    Our Fathers praise: thence torne
+    Our triumphes baies haue worne:
+    Therby our matchles _Rome_
+    Whilome of Shepeheards come
+    Rais’d to this greatnes stands,
+    The Queene of forraine lands.
+  Which now euen seemes to face
+    The heau’ns, her glories place:
+    Nought resting vnder Skies
+    That dares affront her eies.
+    So that she needes but feare
+    The weapons _Ioue_ doth beare,
+    Who angrie at one blowe
+    May her quite ouerthrowe.
+
+
+
+
+  Act. 5.
+
+
+  _Cleopatra._ _Euphron._ _Children of Cleopatra._
+  _Charmion._ _Eras._
+
+  _Cleop._
+
+    O cruell Fortune! ô accursed lott!
+  O plaguy loue! ô most detested brand!
+  O wretched ioyes! ô beauties miserable!
+  O deadlie state! ô deadly roialtie!
+  O hatefull life! ô Queene most lamentable!
+  O _Antonie_ by my fault buriable!
+  O hellish worke of heau’n! alas! the wrath
+  Of all the Gods at once on vs is falne.
+  Vnhappie Queene! ô would I in this world
+  The wandring light of day had neuer sene?
+  Alas! of mine the plague and poison I
+  The crowne haue lost my ancestors me left,
+  This Realme I haue to straungers subiect made,
+  And robd my children of their heritage.
+    Yet this is nought (alas!) vnto the price
+  Of you deare husband, whome my snares entrap’d:
+  Of you, whom I haue plagu’d, whom I haue made
+  With bloudie hand a guest of mouldie Tombe:
+  Of you, whome I destroid, of you, deare Lord,
+  Whome I of Empire, honor, life haue spoil’d.
+    O hurtfull woman! and can I yet liue,
+  Yet longer liue in this Ghost-haunted tombe?
+  Can I yet breathe! can yet in such annoy,
+  Yet can my Soule within this bodie dwell?
+  O Sisters you that spinne the thredes of death!
+  O _Styx_! ô _Phlegethon_! you brookes of hell!
+  O Impes of _Night_!
+
+          _Euph._ Liue for your childrens sake:
+  Let not your death of kingdome them depriue.
+  Alas what shall they do? who will haue care?
+  Who will preserue this royall race of yours?
+  Who pittie take? euen now me seemes I see
+  These little soules to seruile bondage falne,
+  And borne in triumph.
+
+          _Cl._ Ah most miserable!
+
+  _Euph._ Their tender armes with cursed corde fast bound
+  At their weake backs.
+
+          _Cl._ Ah Gods what pittie more!
+
+  _Eph._ Their seelie necks to ground with weaknesse bend.
+
+  _Cl._ Neuer on vs, good Gods, such mischiefe sende.
+
+  _Euph._ And pointed at with fingers as they go.
+
+  _Cl._ Rather a thousand deaths.
+
+          _Euph._ Lastly his knife
+  Some cruell caytiue in their bloud embrue.
+
+  _Cl._ Ah my heart breaks. By shadie bankes of hell,
+  By fieldes wheron the lonely Ghosts do treade,
+  By my soule, and the soule of _Antonie_
+  I you beseche, _Euphron_, of them haue care.
+  Be their good Father, let your wisedome lett
+  That they fall not into this Tyrants handes.
+  Rather conduct them where their freezed locks
+  Black _Æthiopes_ to neighbour Sunne do shewe;
+  On wauie _Ocean_ at the waters will;
+  On barraine cliffes of snowie _Caucasus_;
+  To Tigers swift, to Lions, and to Beares;
+  And rather, rather vnto euery coaste,
+  To eu’rie land and sea: for nought I feare
+  As rage of him, whose thirst no bloud can quench.
+    Adieu deare children, children deare adieu:
+  Good _Isis_ you to place of safetie guide,
+  Farre from our foes, where you your liues may leade
+  In free estate deuoid of seruile dread.
+    Remember not, my children, you were borne
+  Of such a Princelie race: remember not
+  So manie braue Kings which haue _Egipt_ rul’de
+  In right descent your ancestors haue bene:
+  That this great _Antonie_ your Father was,
+  _Hercules_ bloud, and more then he in praise.
+  For your high courage such remembrance will,
+  Seing your fall with burning rages fill.
+    Who knowes if that your hands false _Destinie_
+  The Scepters promis’d of imperiouse _Rome_,
+  In stede of them shall crooked shepehookes beare,
+  Needles or forkes, or guide the carte, or plough?
+  Ah learne t’ endure: your birth and high estate
+  Forget, my babes, and bend to force of fate.
+    Farwell, my babes, farwell, my hart is clos’de
+  With pitie and paine, my self with death enclos’de,
+  My breath doth faile. Farwell for euermore,
+  Your Sire and me you shall see neuer more.
+  Farwell swete care, farwell.
+
+          _Chil._ Madame Adieu.
+
+  _Cl._ Ah this voice killes me. Ah good Gods! I swounde.
+  I can no more, I die.
+
+          _Eras._ Madame, alas!
+  And will you yeld to woe? Ah speake to vs.
+
+  _Eup._ Come children.
+
+          _Chil._ We come.
+
+          _Eup._ Follow we our chaunce.
+  The Gods shall guide vs.
+
+          _Char._ O too cruell lott!
+  O too hard chaunce! Sister what shall we do,
+  What shall we do, alas! if murthring darte
+  Of death arriue while that in slumbring swound
+  Half dead she lie with anguish ouergone?
+
+  _Er._ Her face is frozen.
+
+          _Ch._ Madame for Gods loue
+  Leaue vs not thus: bidd vs yet first farwell.
+  Alas! wepe ouer _Antonie_: Let not
+  His bodie be without due rites entomb’de.
+
+  _Cl._ Ah, ah.
+
+          _Char._ Madame.
+
+          _Cle._ Ay me!
+
+          _Cl._ How fainte she is?
+
+  _Cl._ My Sisters, holde me vp. How wretched I,
+  How cursed am! and was ther euer one
+  By Fortunes hate into more dolours throwne?
+    Ah, weeping _Niobe_, although thy hart
+  Beholdes itselfe enwrap’d in causefull woe
+  For thy dead children, that a senceless rocke
+  With griefe become, on _Sipylus_ thou stand’st
+  In endles teares: yet didst thou neuer feele
+  The weights of griefe that on my heart do lie.
+  Thy Children thou, mine I poore soule haue lost,
+  And lost their Father, more then them I waile,
+  Lost this faire realme; yet me the heauens wrathe
+  Into a Stone not yet transformed hath.
+    _Phaetons_ sisters, daughters of the Sunne,
+  Which waile your brother falne into the streames
+  Of stately _Po_: the Gods vpon the bankes
+  Your bodies to banke-louing Alders turn’d.
+  For me, I sigh, I ceasles wepe, and waile,
+  And heauen pittiles laughes at my woe,
+  Reuiues, renewes it still: and in the ende
+  (Oh crueltie!) doth death for comfort lende.
+    Die _Cleopatra_ then, no longer stay
+  From _Antonie_, who thee at _Styx_ attends:
+  Goe ioine thy Ghost with his, and sobbe no more
+  Without his loue within these tombes enclos’d.
+
+  _Eras._ Alas! yet let vs wepe, lest sodaine death
+  From him our teares, and those last duties take
+  Vnto his tombe we owe. _Ch._ Ah let vs wepe
+  While moisture lasts, then die before his feete.
+
+  _Cl._ who furnish will mine eies with streaming teares
+  My boiling anguish worthilie to waile,
+  Waile thee _Antonie_, _Antonie_ my heart?
+  Alas, how much I weeping liquor want!
+  Yet haue mine eies quite drawne their Conduits drie
+  By long beweeping my disastred harmes.
+  Now reason is that from my side they sucke
+  First vitall moisture, then the vitall bloud.
+  Then let the bloud from my sad eies out flowe,
+  And smoking yet with thine in mixture growe.
+  Moist it, and heate it newe, and neuer stopp,
+  All watring thee, while yet remaines one dropp.
+
+  _Cha._ _Antonie_ take our teares: this is the last
+  Of all the duties we to thee can yelde,
+  Before we die.
+
+          _Er._ These sacred obsequies
+  Take _Antony_, and take them in good parte.
+
+  _Cl._ O Goddesse thou whom _Cyprus_ doth adore,
+  _Venus_ of _Paphos_, bent to worke vs harme
+  For olde _Iulus_ broode, if thou take care
+  Of _Cæsar_, why of vs tak’st thou no care?
+  _Antonie_ did descend, as well as he,
+  From thine own Sonne by long enchained line:
+  And might haue rul’d by one and self same fate,
+  True _Troian_ bloud, the statelie _Romain_ state.
+  _Antonie_, poore _Antonie_, my deare soule,
+  Now but a blocke, the bootie of a tombe,
+  Thy life, thy heate is lost, thy coullor gone,
+  And hideous palenes on thy face hath seaz’d.
+  Thy eies, two Sunnes, the lodging place of loue,
+  Which yet for tents to warlike _Mars_ did serue,
+  Lock’d vp in lidds (as faire daies cherefull light
+  Which darknesse flies) do winking hide in night.
+    _Antonie_ by our true loues I thee beseche,
+  And by our hearts swete sparks haue sett on fire,
+  Our holy mariage, and the tender ruthe
+  Of our deare babes, knot of our amitie:
+  My dolefull voice thy eare let entertaine,
+  And take me with thee to the hellish plaine,
+  Thy wife, thy frend: heare _Antonie_, ô heare
+  My sobbing sighes, if here thou be, or there.
+    Liued thus long, the winged race of yeares
+  Ended I haue as _Destinie_ decreed,
+  Flourish’d and raign’d, and taken iust reuenge
+  Of him who me both hated and despisde.
+  Happie, alas too happie! if of _Rome_
+  Only the fleete had hither neuer come.
+  And now of me an Image great shall goe
+  Vnder the earth to bury there my woe.
+  What say I? where am I? ô _Cleopatra_,
+  Poore _Cleopatra_, griefe thy reason reaues.
+  No, no, most happie in this happles case,
+  To die with thee, and dieng thee embrace:
+  My bodie ioynde with thine, my mouth with thine,
+  My mouth, whose moisture burning sighes haue dried:
+  To be in one selfe tombe, and one selfe chest,
+  And wrapt with thee in one selfe sheete to rest.
+    The sharpest torment in my heart I feele
+  Is that I staie from thee, my heart, this while.
+  Die will I straight now, now streight will I die,
+  And streight with thee a wandring shade will be,
+  Vnder the _Cypres_ trees thou haunt’st alone,
+  Where brookes of hell do falling seeme to mone.
+  But yet I stay, and yet thee ouerliue,
+  That ere I die due rites I may thee giue.
+    A thousand sobbes I from my brest will teare,
+  With thousand plaints thy funeralles adorne:
+  My haire shall serue for thy oblations,
+  My boiling teares for thy effusions,
+  Mine eies thy fire: for out of them the flame
+  (Which burnt thy heart on me enamour’d) came.
+    Wepe my companions, wepe, and from your eies
+  Raine downe on him of teares a brinish streame.
+  Mine can no more, consumed by the coales
+  Which from my breast, as from a furnace, rise.
+  Martir your breasts with multiplied blowes,
+  With violent hands teare of your hanging haire,
+  Outrage your face: alas! why should we seeke
+  (Since now we die) our beawties more to kepe?
+    I spent in teares, not able more to spende,
+  But kisse him now, what rests me more to doe?
+  Then lett me kisse you, you faire eies, my light,
+  Front seate of honor, face most fierce, most faire!
+  O neck, ô armes, ô hands, ô breast where death
+  (Oh mischief) comes to choake vp vitall breath.
+  A thousand kisses, thousand thousand more
+  Let you my mouth for honors farewell giue:
+  That in this office weake my limmes may growe,
+  Fainting on you, and fourth my soule may flowe.
+
+
+
+
+At Ramsburie. 26. of Nouember.
+
+1590.
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+ERRATA
+
+_Discourse_
+
+C2v
+so gredelie it seekes to murther them.
+  _formatting ambiguous: short line, but following word not indented_
+C3
+not withdrawen
+  _no space in printed text_
+C3v
+We folow solitarines, to flie carefulnes.
+  _text reads “carefulues”_
+C4
+applied to mans naturall disposition
+  _text reads “to / to” at line break_
+D
+and this feeles the euill present
+  _text unchanged: error for “thus”?_
+this great and incurable disease of olde age
+  _text reads “iucurable”_
+Dv
+what good I pray can hee haue but onlie
+  _text reads “bnt”_
+D2v
+of the paines we felt at our birth?
+  _question mark printed upside-down)
+
+_Antonius_
+
+Spelling and capitalization are unchanged. Forms such as “Phæbus” and
+“Phænician” (for “Phœbus” and “Phœnician”) are used consistently; since
+names are in Roman type, there is no chance of error or ambiguity.
+
+F2v
+Yelded _Pelusium_ on this Countries shore
+  _text reads “_Pelusuim_”_
+F3v
+To see at once so many Romanes there
+  _text reads “Komanes”_
+F4
+Betraies thy loue, thy life alas! betraies
+  _text reads “alas!)”_
+Gv
+(As curse may blessing haue)
+  _text reads “) As”_
+G2v
+Fi’ring a brand
+  _text unchanged_
+H
+No humain force can them withstand, but death.
+  _text reads “bnt”_
+Hv
+_Er._ Feare of a woman troubled so his sprite?
+  _comma for period_
+H2
+If we therin sometimes some faultes commit
+  _no space in printed text_
+Before they be in this our worlde borne:
+  _text reads “wordle”_
+H3
+That giue them vp to aduersaries handes
+  _text reads “adnersaries”_
+H3v
+His legions led to drinke _Euphrates_ streames
+  _text reads “legious”_
+_Ch._ Our first affection to our selfe is due.
+  _second “e” in “selfe” invisible_
+H4
+Yet if his harme by yours redresse might haue,
+  _punctuation unchanged_
+H4v
+And high st ate:
+  _text unchanged: error for “high estate”?_
+I2
+The Allablaster couering of hir face
+  _common variant spelling_
+Yet this is nothing th’e’nchaunting skilles
+  _text unchanged_
+I4v
+Which of my greatnes greatest good receiu’d
+  _text reads “Wbich”_
+_Lu._ So long time you her constant loue haue tri’de.
+  _text reads “Li.”_
+K3
+Fortune may chaunge againe,
+  _punctuation unchanged_
+K4v
+She doth frequent _Ballonas_ bloudie trade:
+  _text unchanged: normal spelling “Bellona” occurs later_
+Mv
+_Agr._ What? Robbing his owne countrie of her due
+  _flyspeck or ambiguous punctuation at end of line_
+M3
+_Ag._ What sodaine chaunce thee towards vs hath brought?
+  _text reads “towar ds”_
+M3v
+Accuse the Queene, himselfe of hir lament
+  _text reads “Qneene”_
+M4 [consecutive lines]
+_Dir._ What dost thou more attend?
+  _punctuation at end of line unclear_
+Ah _Antonie_! why dost thou death deferre?
+  _question mark unclear_
+Nv
+_Agr._ But best we sought into the tombe to gett
+  _comma for period_
+N2
+The glorious triumph _Rome_ prepares for me._
+  _invisible period_
+Shall ever civile hate
+  _text reads “bate”_
+N3
+The _Parthians_ fayned flight,
+  _text reads “fligbt”_
+Therby our matchles _Rome_
+  _letter “m” in “Rome” italicized_
+O2v
+That in this office weake my limmes may growe,
+  _initial “T” in “that” not italicized_
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of A Discourse of Life and Death, by Mornay;
+and  Antonius by Garnier, by Philippe de  Mornay and Robert Garnier
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+Title: A Discourse of Life and Death, by Mornay; and  Antonius by Garnier
+
+Author: Philippe de  Mornay
+        Robert Garnier
+
+Translator: Mary Sidney Herbert
+
+Release Date: June 10, 2007 [EBook #21789]
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+  A
+  Discourse of Life
+  _and Death_.
+
+  Written in French by _Ph.
+  Mornay_.
+
+  Antonius,
+  _A Tragoedie written also in French_
+  by _Ro. Garnier_.
+
+  Both done in English by the
+  _Countesse of Pembroke_.
+
+[Illustration: publisher's device]
+
+AT LONDON,
+
+Printed for _William Ponsonby_.
+
+1592.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Emblem]
+
+
+
+
+[Decoration]
+
+A Discourse of Life and Death,
+
+Written in French by _Ph. Mornay_.
+
+_Sieur du Plessis Marly_.
+
+
+It seemes to mee strange, and a thing much to be marueiled, that
+the laborer to repose himselfe hasteneth as it were the course
+of the Sunne: that the Mariner rowes with all force to attayne
+the porte, and with a ioyfull crye salutes the descryed land:
+that the traueiler is neuer quiet nor content till he be at the
+ende of his voyage: and that wee in the meane while tied in this
+world to a perpetuall taske, tossed with continuall tempest,
+tyred with a rough and combersome way, cannot yet see the ende
+of our labour but with griefe, nor behold our porte but with
+teares, nor approch our home and quiet abode but with horrour
+and trembling. This life is but a _Penelopes_ web, wherein we
+are alwayes doing and vndoing: a sea open to all windes, which
+sometime within, sometime without neuer cease to torment vs:
+a weary iorney through extreame heates, and coldes, ouer high
+mountaynes, steepe rockes, and theeuish deserts. And so we terme
+it in weauing at this web, in rowing at this oare, in passing
+this miserable way. Yet loe when death comes to ende our worke,
+when she stretcheth out her armes to pull vs into the porte,
+when after so many dangerous passages, and lothsome lodgings she
+would conduct vs to our true home and resting place: in steede
+of reioycing at the ende of our labour, of taking comfort at the
+sight of our land, of singing at the approch of our happie
+mansion, we would faine, (who would beleeue it?) retake our
+worke in hand, we would againe hoise saile to the winde, and
+willinglie vndertake our iourney anew. No more then remember we
+our paines, our shipwracks and dangers are forgotten: we feare
+no more the trauailes nor the theeues. Contrarywise, we
+apprehende death as an extreame payne, we doubt it as a rocke,
+we flye it as a theefe. We doe as litle children, who all the
+day complayne, and when the medicine is brought them, are no
+longer sicke: as they who all the weeke long runne vp and downe
+the streetes with payne of the teeth, and seeing the Barber
+comming to pull them out, feele no more payne: as those tender
+and delicate bodyes, who in a pricking pleurisie complaine, crie
+out, and cannot stay for a Surgion, and when they see him
+whetting his Launcet to cut the throate of the disease, pull in
+their armes, and hide them in the bed, as, if he were come to
+kill them. We feare more the cure then the disease, the surgion
+then the paine, the stroke then the impostume. We haue more
+sence of the medicins bitternes soone gone, then of a bitter
+languishing long continued: more feeling of death the end of our
+miseries, then the endlesse misery of our life. And whence
+proceedeth this folly and simplicitie? we neyther knowe life,
+nor death. We feare that we ought to hope for, and wish for that
+we ought to feare. We call life a continuall death: and death
+the issue of a liuing death, and the entrance of a neuer dying
+life. Now what good, I pray you, is there in life, that we
+should so much pursue it? or what euill is there in death, that
+we should so much eschue it? Nay what euill is there not in
+life? and what good is there not in death? Consider all the
+periods of this life. We enter it in teares; we passe it in
+sweate, we ende it in sorow. Great and litle, ritch and poore,
+not one in the whole world, that can pleade immunitie from this
+condition. Man in this point worse then all other creatures, is
+borne vnable to support himselfe: neither receyuing in his first
+yeeres any pleasure, nor giuing to others but annoy and
+displeasure, and before the age of discretion passing infinite
+dangers. Only herein lesse vnhappy then in other ages, that he
+hath no sence nor apprehension of his vnhappines. Now is there
+any so weake minded, that if it were graunted him to liue
+alwayes a childe, would make accompt of such a life? So then it
+is euident that not simplie to liue is a good, but well and
+happilie to liue. But proceede. Growes he? with him growe his
+trauailes. Scarcely is he come out of his nurses hands, scarcely
+knowes he what it is to play, but he falleth into the subiection
+of some Schoolemaister: I speake but of those which are best and
+most precisely brought vp. Studies he? it is euer with repining.
+Playes he? neuer but with feare. This whole age while he is
+vnder the charge of an other, is vnto him but as a prison. He
+only thinks, and only aspires to that time when freed from the
+mastership of another, he may become maister of himselfe:
+pushing onward (as much as in him lies) his age with his
+shoulder, that soone he may enioy his hoped libertie. In short,
+he desires nothing more then the ende of this base age, and the
+beginning of his youth. And what else I pray you is the
+beginning of youth, but the death of infancy? the beginning of
+manhood, but the death of youth? the beginning of to morow, but
+the death of to day? In this sort then desires he his death, and
+iudgeth his life miserable: and so cannot be reputed in any
+happines or contentment. Behold him now, according to his wish,
+at libertie: in that age, wherein _Hercules_ had the choise, to
+take the way of vertue or of vice, reason or passion for his
+guide, and of these two must take one. His passion entertains
+him with a thousand delights, prepares for him a thousand
+baites, presents him with a thousand worldly pleasures to
+surprize him: and fewe there are that are not beguiled. But at
+the reconings ende what pleasures are they? pleasures full of
+vice which hold him still in a restles feauer: pleasures subiect
+to repentance, like sweete meates of hard disgestion: pleasures
+bought with paine and perill, spent and past in a moment, and
+followed with a long and lothsome remorse of conscience. And
+this is the very nature (if they be well examined) of all the
+pleasures of this world. There is in none so much sweetenes, but
+there is more bitternes: none so pleasant to the mouth, but
+leaues an vnsauery after taste and lothsome disdaine: none
+(which is worse) so moderated but hath his corosiue, and caries
+his punishment in it selfe. I will not heere speake of the
+displeasures confessed by all, as quarells, debates, woundes,
+murthers, banishments, sicknes, perils, whereinto sometimes the
+incontinencie, sometimes the insolencie of this ill guided age
+conductes him. But if those that seem pleasures, be nothing else
+but displeasures: if the sweetnes thereof be as an infusion of
+wormewood: it is plaine enough what the displeasure is they
+feele, and how great the bitternes that they taste. Behold in
+summe the life of a yong man, who rid of the gouernment of his
+parents and maisters, abandons himselfe to all libertie or
+rather bondage of his passion: which right like an vncleane
+spirit possessing him, casts him now into the water, now into
+the fire: sometimes caries him cleane ouer a rocke, and sometime
+flings him headlong to the bottome. Now if he take and followe
+reason for his guide, beholde on the other part wonderfull
+difficulties: he must resolue to fight in euery part of the
+field: at euery step to be in conflict, and at handstrokes, as
+hauing his enemy in front, in flanke, and on the reareward,
+neuer leauing to assaile him. And what enemy? all that can
+delight him, all that he sees neere, or farre off: briefly the
+greatest enemy of the world, the world it selfe. But which is
+worse, a thousand treacherous and dangerous intelligences among
+his owne forces, and his passion within himselfe desperate:
+which in that age growne to the highest, awaits but time, houre,
+and occasion to surprize him, and cast him into all viciousnes.
+God only and none other, can make him choose this way: God only
+can hold him in it to the ende: God only can make him victorious
+in all his combats. And well we see how fewe they are that enter
+into it, and of those fewe, how many that retire againe. Follow
+the one way, or follow the other, he must either subiect
+himselfe to a tyrannicall passion, or vndertake a weery and
+continuall combate, willingly cast himselfe to destruction, or
+fetter himselfe as it were in stockes, easily sincke with the
+course of the water, or painefully swimme against the streame.
+Loe here the young man, who in his youth hath drunke his full
+draught of the worlds vaine and deceiuable pleasures, ouertaken
+by them with such a dull heauines, and astonishment, as
+drunkards the morow after a feast: either so out of taste, that
+he will no more, or so glutted, that he can no more: not able
+without griefe to speake, or thinke of them. Loe him that
+stoutly hath made resistance: he feeles himselfe so weery, and
+with this continuall conflict so brused and broken, that either
+he is vpon the point to yeeld himselfe, or content to dye, and
+so acquit himselfe. And this is all the good, all the
+contentment of this florishing age, by children so earnestlie
+desired, and by old folkes so hartely lamented. Now commeth that
+which is called perfit age, in the which men haue no other
+thoughts, but to purchase themselues wisedome and rest. Perfit
+in deede, but herein only perfit, that all imperfections of
+humane nature, hidden before vnder the simplicitie of childhood,
+or the lightnes of youth, appeere at this age in their
+perfection. We speake of none in this place but such as are
+esteemed the wisest, and most happie in the conceit of the
+world. We played as you haue seene in feare: our short pleasures
+were attended on with long repentance. Behold, now present
+themselues to vs auarice, and ambition, promising if wee will
+adore them, perfect contentm[en]t of the goods and honors of this
+world. And surely there are none, but the true children of the
+Lord, who by the faire illusions of the one or the other cast
+not themselues headlong from the top of the pinnacle. But in the
+ende, what is all this contentment? The couetous man makes a
+thousand voiages by sea and by lande: runnes a thousand
+fortunes: escapes a thousand shipwrackes in perpetuall feare and
+trauell: and many times he either looseth his time, or gaineth
+nothing but sicknesses, goutes, and oppilations for the time to
+come. In the purchase of this goodly repose, he bestoweth his
+true rest: and to gaine wealth looseth his life. Suppose he hath
+gained in good quantitie: that he hath spoiled the whole East of
+pearles, and drawen dry all the mines of the West: will he
+therefore be setled in quiet? can he say that he is content? All
+charges and iourneys past, by his passed paines he heapeth vp
+but future disquietnes both of minde and body: from one trauell
+falling into another, neuer ending, but changing his miseries.
+He desired to haue them, and now feares to loose them: he got
+them with burning ardour, and possesseth in trembling colde: he
+aduentured among theeues to seeke them, and hauing found them,
+theeues and robbers on all sides, runne mainely on him: he
+laboured to dig them out of the earth, and now is enforced to
+redig, and rehide them. Finally comming from all his voiages he
+comes into a prison: and for an ende of his bodely trauels, is
+taken with endlesse trauails of the minde. And what at length
+hath this poore soule attained after so many miseries? This
+Deuill of couetise by his illusions, and enchantments, beares
+him in hand that he hath some rare and singuler thing: and so it
+fareth with him, as with those seely creatures, whome the Deuill
+seduceth vnder couler of releeuing their pouertie, who finde
+their hands full of leaues, supposing to finde them full of
+crownes. He possesseth or rather is possessed by a thing,
+wherein is neither force nor vertue: more vnprofitable, and more
+base, then the least hearbe of the earth. Yet hath he heaped
+togither this vile excrement, and so brutish is growne, as
+therewith to crowne his head, which naturally he should tread
+vnder his feete. But howsoeuer it be, is he therewith content?
+Nay contrarywise lesse now, then euer. We commend most those
+drinks that breede an alteration, and soonest extinguish thyrst:
+and those meates, which in least quantitie do longest resist
+hunger. Now hereof the more a man drinkes, the more he is a
+thirst, the more he eates, the more an hungred: It is a dropsie,
+(and as they tearme it) the dogs hunger: sooner may he burst
+then be satisfied. And which is worse, so strange in some is
+this thyrst, that it maketh them dig the pits, and painefully
+drawe the water, and after will not suffer them to drinke. In
+the middest of a riuer they are dry with thirst: and on a heape
+of corne cry out of famine: they haue goodes and dare not vse
+them: they haue ioyes it seemes, and do not enioy them: they
+neither haue for themselues, nor for another: but of all they
+haue, they haue nothing: and yet haue want of all they haue not.
+Let vs then returne to that, that the attaining of all these
+deceiuable goods is nothing else but weerines of body, and the
+possession for the most part, but weerines of the minde: which
+certenly is so much the greater, as is more sensible, more
+subtile, and more tender the soule then the body. But the heape
+of all misery is when they come to loose them: when either
+shipwracke, or sacking, or inuasion, or fire, or such like
+calamities, to which these fraile things are subiect, doth take
+and cary them from them. Then fall they to cry, to weepe, and to
+torment themselues, as little children that haue lost their
+play-game, which notwithstanding is nothing worth. One cannot
+perswade them, that mortall men haue any other good in this
+world, but that which is mortall. They are in their owne
+conceits not only spoyled, but altogither flayed. And for asmuch
+as in these vaine things they haue fixed all their hope, hauing
+lost them, they fall into despaire, out of the which commonly
+they cannot be withdrawen. And which is more, all that they haue
+not gained according to the accompts they made, they esteeme
+lost: all that which turnes them not to great and extraordinary
+profit, they accompt as damage: whereby we see some fall into
+such despaire, as they cast away themselues. In short, the
+recompence that Couetise yeelds those that haue serued it all
+their life, is oftentimes like that of the Deuill: whereof the
+ende is, that after a small time hauing gratified his disciples,
+either he giues them ouer to a hangman, or himselfe breakes
+their neckes. I will not heere discourse of the wickednes and
+mischiefes wherevnto the couetous men subiect themselues to
+attaine to these goodes, whereby their conscience is filled with
+a perpetuall remorse, which neuer leaues them in quiet:
+sufficeth that in this ouer vehement exercise, which busieth and
+abuseth the greatest part of the world, the body is slaine, the
+minde is weakened, the soule is lost without any pleasure or
+contentment.
+
+Come we to ambition, which by a greedines of honor fondly
+holdeth occupied the greatest persons. Thinke we there to finde
+more? nay rather lesse. As the one deceiueth vs, geuing vs for
+all our trauaile, but a vile excrement of the earth: so the
+other repayes vs, but with smoke and winde: the rewards of this
+being as vaine, as those of that were grosse. Both in the one
+and the other, we fall into a bottomles pit; but into this the
+fall by so much the more dangerous, as at the first shewe, the
+water is more pleasant and cleare. Of those that geue themselues
+to courte ambition, some are great about Princes, others
+commanders of Armies: both sorts according to their degree, you
+see saluted, reuerenced, and adored of those that are vnder
+them. You see them appareled in purple, in scarlet, and in cloth
+of gould: it seemes at first sight there is no contentment in
+the world but theirs. But men knowe not how heauy an ounce of
+that vaine honor weighes, what those reuerences cost them, and
+how dearely they pay for an ell of those rich stuffes: who knewe
+them well, would neuer buy them at the price. The one hath
+attained to this degree, after a long and painefull seruice
+hazarding his life vpon euery occasion, with losse ofttimes of a
+legge or an arme, and that at the pleasure of a Prince, that
+more regards a hundred perches of ground on his neighbours
+frontiers, then the liues of a hundred thousand such as he:
+vnfortunate to serue who loues him not: and foolish to thinke
+himselfe in honor with him, that makes so litle reckening to
+loose him for a thing of no worth. Others growe vp by flattering
+a Prince, and long submitting their toongs and hands to say and
+doe without difference whatsoeuer they will haue them: wherevnto
+a good minde can neuer commaund it selfe. They shall haue
+indured a thousand iniuries, receiued a thousand disgraces, and
+as neere as they seeme about the Prince, they are neuertheles
+alwayes as the Lions keeper, who by long patience, a thousand
+feedings and a thousand clawings hath made a fierce Lion
+familiar, yet geues him neuer meate, but with pulling backe his
+hand, alwayes in feare least he should catch him: and if once in
+a yere he bites him, he sets it so close, that he is paid for a
+long time after. Such is the ende of all princes fauorites. When
+a Prince after long breathings hath raised a man to great
+height, he makes it his pastime, at what time he seemes to be at
+the top of his trauaile, to cast him downe at an instant: when
+he hath filled him with all wealth, he wrings him after as a
+sponge: louing none but himself, and thinking euery one made,
+but to serue, and please him. These blinde courtiers make
+themselues beleeue, that they haue freends, and many that honor
+them: neuer considering that as they make semblance to loue, and
+honor euery body, so others do by them. Their superiors disdaine
+them, and neuer but with scorne do so much as salute them. Their
+inferiors salute them because they haue neede of them (I meane
+of their fortune, of their foode, of their apparell, not of
+their person) and for their equalls betweene whome commonly
+friendship consistes, they enuy each other, accuse each other,
+crosse each other; continually greeued either at their owne
+harme, or at others good. Nowe what greater hell is there, what
+greater torment, then enuie? which in truth is nought else but a
+feauer _Hectique_ of the mind: so they are vtterly frustrate of
+all frendship, euer iudged by the wisest the chiefe and
+soueraigne good among men. Will you see it more clearely? Let
+but fortune turne her backe, euery man turnes from them: let her
+frowne; euery man lookes aside on them: let them once be
+disroabed of their triumphall garment, no body will any more
+knowe them. Againe, let there be apparelled in it the most
+vnworthie, and infamous whatsoeuer: euen he without difficultie
+by vertue of his robe, shall inherit all the honours the other
+had done him. In the meane time they are puffed vp, and growe
+proude, as the Asse which caried the image of _Isis_ was for the
+honors done to the Goddesse, and regard not that it is the
+fortune they carry which is honored, not themselues, on whome as
+on Asses, many times she will be caried. But you will say: At
+least so long as that fortune endured, they were at ease, and
+had their contentment, and who hath three or foure or more
+yeeres of happy time, hath not bin all his life vnhappie. True,
+if this be to be at ease continually to feare to be cast downe
+from that degree, wherevnto they are raised: and dayly to desire
+with great trauaile to clime yet higher. Those (my friend) whome
+thou takest so well at their ease, because thou seest them but
+without, are within farre otherwise. They are faire built
+prisons, full within of deepe ditches, and dungeons: full of
+darkenes, serpents and torments. Thou supposest them lodged at
+large, and they thinke their lodgings straite. Thou thinkest
+them very high, and they thinke themselues very lowe. Now as
+sicke is he, and many times more sicke, who thinkes himselfe so,
+then who in deed is. Suppose them to be Kings: if they thinke
+themselues slaues, they are no better: for what are we but by
+opinion? you see them well followed and attended: and euen those
+whome they haue chosen for their guard, they distrust. Alone or
+in company euer they are in feare. Alone they looke behinde
+them: in company they haue an eye on euery side of them. They
+drinke in gould and siluer; but in those, not in earth or glasse
+is poison prepared and dronke. They haue their beds soft and
+well made: when they lay them to sleepe you shall not heare a
+mouse stur in the chamber: not so much as a flie shall come
+neere their faces. Yet neuertheles, where the countreyman
+sleepes at the fall of a great riuer, at the noise of a market,
+hauing no other bed but the earth, nor couering but the heauens,
+these in the middest of all this silence and delicacie, do
+nothing but turne from side to side, it seemes still that they
+heare some body, there rest it selfe is without rest. Lastly,
+will you knowe what the diuersitie is betwene the most hardly
+intreated prisoners and them? both are inchained, both loaden
+with fetters, but that the one hath them of iron, the other of
+gould, and that the one is tied but by the body, the other by
+the mind. The prisoner drawes his fetters after him, the
+courtier weareth his vpon him. The prisoners minde sometimes
+comforts the paine of his body, and sings in the midst of his
+miseries: the courtier tormented in minde weerieth incessantly
+his body, and can neuer giue it rest. And as for the contentment
+you imagine they haue, you are therein yet more deceiued. You
+iudge and esteeme them great, because they are raised high: but
+as fondly, as who should iudge a dwarfe great, for being set on
+a tower, or on the top of a mountaine. You measure (so good a
+Geometrician you are) the image with his base, which were
+conuenient, to knowe his true height, to be measured by itselfe:
+whereas you regard not the height of the image, but the height
+of the place it stands vpon. You deeme them great (if in this
+earth there can be greatnes, which in respect of the whole
+heauens is but a point.) But could you enter into their mindes,
+you would iudge, that neither they are great, true greatnes
+consisting in contempt of those vaine greatnesses, wherevnto
+they are slaues: nor seeme vnto themselues so, seeing dayly they
+are aspiring higher, and neuer where they would be. Some one
+sets downe a bound in his minde. Could I attaine to such a
+degree, loe, I were content: I would then rest my selfe. Hath he
+attained it? he geues himselfe not so much as a breathing: he
+would yet ascend higher. That which is beneath he counts a toy:
+it is in his opinion but one step. He reputes himselfe lowe,
+because there is some one higher, in stead of reputing himselfe
+high, because there are a million lower. And so high he climes
+at last, that either his breath failes him by the way, or he
+slides from the top to the bottome. Or if he get vp by all his
+trauaile, it is but as to finde himselfe on the top of the
+Alpes: not aboue the cloudes, windes and stormes: but rather at
+the deuotion of lightnings, and tempests, and whatsoeuer else
+horrible, and dangerous is engendred, and conceiued in the aire:
+which most commonly taketh pleasure to thunderbolt and dash into
+pouder that proude height of theirs. It may be herein you will
+agree with me, by reason of the examples wherewith both
+histories, and mens memories are full. But say you, such at
+least whome nature hath sent into the world with crownes on
+their heads, and scepters in their hands: such as from their
+birth she hath set in that height, as they neede take no paine
+to ascend: seeme without controuersie exempt from all these
+iniuries, and by consequence may call themselues happie. It may
+be in deed they feele lesse such incommodities, hauing bene
+borne, bred and brought vp among them: as one borne neere the
+downfalls of _Nilus_ becomes deafe to the sound: in prison,
+laments not the want of libertie: among the _Cimmerians_ in
+perpetuall night, wisheth not for day: on the top of the Alpes,
+thinks not straunge of the mistes, the tempests, the snowes, and
+the stormes. Yet free doubtles they are not wh[en] the lightening
+often blasteth a flowre of their crownes, or breakes their
+scepter in their handes: when a drift of snowe ouerwhelmes them;
+when a miste of heauines, and griefe continually blindeth their
+wit, and vnderstanding. Crowned they are in deede, but with a
+crowne of thornes. They beare a scepter: but it is of a reede,
+more then any thing in the world pliable, and obedient to all
+windes: it being so far off that such a crowne can cure the
+maigrims of the minde, and such a scepter keepe off and fray
+away the griefs and cares which houer about them: that it is
+contrariwise the crowne that brings them, and the scepter which
+from all partes attracts them. O crowne, said the Persian
+Monarch, who knewe howe heauy thou sittest on the head, would
+not vouchsafe to take thee vp, though he found thee in his way.
+This Prince it seemed gaue fortune to the whole world,
+distributed vnto men haps and mishaps at his pleasure: could in
+show make euery man content: himselfe in the meane while freely
+confessing, that in the whole world, which he held in his hand
+there was nothing but griefe, and vnhappines. And what will all
+the rest tell vs, if they list to vtter what they found? We will
+not aske them who haue concluded a miserable life with a
+dishonorable death: who haue beheld their kingdomes buried
+before them, and haue in great misery long ouerliued their
+greatnes. Not of _Dionyse_ of _Sicill_, more content with a
+handfull of twigs to whip little children of _Corinth_ in a
+schoole, then with the scepter, where with he had beaten all
+_Sicill_: nor of _Sylla_, who hauing robbed the whole state of
+_Rome_, which had before robbed the whole world, neuer found
+meanes of rest in himselfe, but by robbing himselfe of his owne
+estate, with incredible hazard both of his power and authoritie.
+But demaund we the opinion of King _Salomon_, a man indued with
+singuler gifts of God, rich and welthie of all things: who
+sought for treasure from the Iles. He will teach vs by a booke
+of purpose, that hauing tried all the felicities of the earth,
+he found nothing but vanitie, trauaile, and vexation of spirit.
+Aske we the Emperour _Augustus_, who peaceably possessed the
+whole world. He will bewaile his life past, and among infinite
+toiles wish for the rest of the meanest man of the earth:
+accounting that day most happy, when he might vnloade himselfe
+of this insupportable greatnes to liue quietly among the least.
+Of _Tiberius_ his successor, he will confesse vnto vs, that he
+holdes the Empire as a wolfe by the eares, and that (if without
+danger of biting he might) he would gladly let it goe:
+complayning on fortune for lifting him so high, and then taking
+away the ladder, that he could not come downe agayne. Of
+_Dioclesian_, a Prince of so great wisedome and vertue in the
+opinion of the world: he will preferre his voluntary banishment
+at _Salona_, before all the Romaine Empire. Finally, the
+Emperour Charles the fifth, esteemed by our age the most happy
+that hath liued these many ages: he will curse his conquestes,
+his victories, his triumphes: and not be ashamed to confesse
+that farre more good in comparison he hath felt in one day of
+his Monkish solitarines, then in all his triumphant life. Now
+shall we thinke those happie in this imaginate greatnes, who
+themselues thinke themselues vnhappie? seeking their happines in
+lessening themselues, and not finding in the world one place to
+rest this greatnes, or one bed quietly to sleepe in? Happie is
+he only who in minde liues contented: and he most of all
+vnhappie, whome nothing he can haue can content. Then miserable
+_Pyrrhus_ King of _Albanie_, who would winne all the world, to
+winne (as he sayd) rest: and went so farre to seeke that which
+was so neere him. But more miserable _Alexander_, that being
+borne King of a great Realme, and Conqueror almost of the earth,
+sought for more worlds to satisfye his foolish ambition, within
+three dayes content, with sixe foote of grounde. To conclude,
+are they borne on the highest Alpes? they seeke to scale heauen.
+Haue they subdued all the Kings of the earth? they haue quarels
+to pleade with God, and indeuour to treade vnder foote his
+kingdome. They haue no end nor limit, till God laughing at their
+vaine purposes, when they thinke themselues at the last step,
+thunderstriketh all this presumption, breaking in shiuers their
+scepters in their hands, and oftentimes intrapping them in their
+owne crownes. At a word, whatsoeuer happines can be in that
+ambition promiseth, is but suffering much ill, to get ill. Men
+thinke by dayly climing higher to plucke themselues out of this
+ill, and the height wherevnto they so painefully aspire, is the
+height of misery it selfe. I speake not heere of the wretchednes
+of them, who all their life haue held out their cap to receiue
+the almes of court fortune, and can get nothing, often with
+incredible heart griefe, seeing some by lesse paines taken haue
+riches fall into their hands: of them, who iustling one an other
+to haue it, loose it, and cast it into the hands of a third: Of
+those, who holding it in their hands to hold it faster, haue
+lost it through their fingers. Such by all men are esteemed
+vnhappie, and are indeed so, because they iudge themselues so.
+It sufficeth that all these liberalities which the Deuill
+casteth vs as out at a windowe, are but baites: all these
+pleasures but embushes: and that he doth but make his sport
+of vs, who striue one with another for such things, as most
+vnhappie is he, that hath best hap to finde them. Well now, you
+will say, the Couetouse in all his goodes, hath no good: the
+Ambitious at the best he can be, is but ill. But may there not
+be some, who supplying the place of Iustice, or being neere
+about a Prince, may without following such vnbrideled passions,
+pleasantly enioy their goodes, ioyning honor with rest and
+contentment of minde? Surely in former ages (there yet remayning
+among men some sparkes of sinceritie) in some sort it might
+be so: but being of that composition they nowe are, I see not
+how it may be in any sorte. For deale you in affayres of estate
+in these times, either you shall do well, or you shall do ill.
+If ill, you haue God for your enemy, and your owne conscience
+for a perpetually tormenting executioner. If well, you haue men
+for your enemies, and of men the greatest: whose enuie and
+malice will spie you out, and whose crueltie and tyrannie will
+euermore threaten you. Please the people you please a beast: and
+pleasing such, ought to be displeasing to your selfe. Please
+your selfe, you displease God: please him, you incurr a thousand
+dangers in the world, with purchase of a thousand displeasures.
+Whereof it growes, that if you could heare the talke of the
+wisest and least discontent of this kinde of men, whether they
+speake aduisedly, or their words passe them by force of truth,
+one would gladly change garment with his tenaunt: an other
+preacheth how goodly an estate it is to haue nothing: a third
+complaining that his braines are broken with the noise of Courte
+or Pallace, hath no other thought, but as soone as he may to
+retire himself thence. So that you shall not see any but is
+displeased with his owne calling, and enuieth that of an other:
+readie neuerthelesse to repent him, if a man should take him at
+his word. None but is weerie of the bussinesses wherevnto his
+age is subiect, and wisheth not to be elder, to free himselfe of
+them: albeit otherwise hee keepeth of olde age as much as in him
+lyeth.
+
+What must we then doe in so great a contrarietie and confusion
+of mindes? Must wee to fynde true humanitie, flye the societie
+of men, and hide vs in forrestes among wilde beastes? to auoyde
+these vnrulie passions, eschue the assemblye of creatures
+supposed reasonable? to plucke vs out of the euills of the
+world, sequester our selues from the world? Coulde wee in so
+dooing liue at rest, it were something.
+
+But alas! men cannot take heerein what parte they woulde: and
+euen they which do, finde not there all the rest they sought
+for. Some would gladly doo, but shame of the world recalls them.
+Fooles to be ashamed of what in their heartes they condemne: and
+more fooles to be aduised by the greatest enemye they can or
+ought to haue. Others are borne in hande that they ought to
+serue the publique, not marking that who counsell them serue
+only themselues: and that the more parte would not much seeke
+the publique, but that they founde their owne particular. Some
+are told, that by their good example they may amende others: and
+consider not that a hundred sound men, euen Phisitions
+themselues, may sooner catch the plague in an infected towne,
+then one be healed: that it is but to tempt God, to enter
+therein: that against so contagious an aire there is no
+preseruatiue, but in getting farre from it. Finally, that as
+litle as the freshe waters falling into the sea, can take from
+it his saltnes: so little can one _Lot_ or two, or three,
+reforme a court of _Sodome_. And as concerning the wisest, who
+no lesse carefull for their soules, then bodies, seeke to bring
+them into a sound and wholesome ayre, farre from the infection
+of wickednes: and who led by the hande of some Angell of God,
+retire themselues in season, as _Lot_ into some little village
+of _Segor_, out of the corruption of the world, into some
+countrie place from the infected townes, there quietlie
+employing the tyme in some knowledge and serious contemplation:
+I willinglie yeeld they are in a place of lesse daunger, yet
+because they carie the danger, in themselues, not absolutelie
+exempt from danger. They flie the court, and a court folowes
+them on all sides: they endeuoure to escape the world, and the
+world pursues them to death. Hardly in this world can they finde
+a place where the world findes them not: so gredelie it seekes
+to murther them. And if by some speciall grace of God they seeme
+for a while free from these daungers, they haue some pouertie
+that troubles them, some domesticall debate that torments them,
+or some familiar spirit that tempts them: brieflie the world
+dayly in some sorte or other makes it selfe felt of them. But
+the worst is, when we are out of these externall warres and
+troubles, we finde greater ciuill warre within our selues: the
+flesh against the spirite, passion against reason, earth against
+heauen, the worlde within vs fighting for the world, euermore so
+lodged in the botome of our owne hearts, that on no side we can
+flie from it. I will say more: he makes profession to flie the
+worlde, who seekes thereby the praise of the worlde: hee faineth
+to runne away, who according to the prouerbe, By drawing backe
+sets himselfe forward: he refuseth honors, that would thereby be
+prayed to take them: and hides him from men to the ende they
+shoulde come to seeke him. So the world often harbours in
+disguised attire among them that flie the world. This is an
+abuse. But follow wee the company of men, the worlde hath his
+court among them: seeke we the Deserts, it hath there his dennes
+and places of resorte, and in the Desert it selfe tempteth
+Christ Iesus. Retire wee our selues into our selues, we find it
+there as vncleane as any where. Wee can not make the worlde die
+in vs, but by dieng our selues. We are in the world, and the
+worlde in vs, and to seperate vs from the worlde, wee must
+seperate vs from our selues. Nowe this seperation is called
+Death. Wee are, wee thinke, come out of the contagious citie,
+but wee are not aduised that we haue sucked the bad aire, that
+wee carry the plague with vs, that we so participate with it,
+that through rockes, through desarts, through mountaines, it
+euer accompanieth vs. Hauing auoyded the contagion of others,
+yet we haue it in our selues. We haue withdrawen vs out of men:
+but not withdrawen man out of vs. The tempestuous sea
+torments vs: we are grieued at the heart, and desirous to vomit:
+and to be discharged thereof, we remoue out of one ship into
+another, from a greater to a lesse: we promise our selues rest
+in vaine: they being always the same winds that blow, the same
+waues that swel, the same humors that are stirred. To al no
+other port, no other mean of tranquilitie but only death. We
+were sicke in a chamber neere the street, or neere the market:
+we caused our selues to be carried into some backer closet,
+where the noise was not so great. But though there the noise was
+lesse: yet was the feauer there neuerthelesse: and thereby lost
+nothing of his heate. Change bedde, chamber, house, country,
+againe and againe: we shall euery where finde the same vnrest,
+because euery where we finde our selues: and seek not so much to
+be others, as to be other wheres. We folow solitarines, to flie
+carefulnes. We retire vs (so say we) from the wicked: but cary
+with vs our auarice, our ambition, our riotousnes, all our
+corrupt affecti[on]s: which breed in vs 1000. remorses, & 1000.
+times each day bring to our remembrance the garlike & onions of
+_Egipt_. Daily they passe the Ferry with vs: so that both on
+this side, and beyond the water, we are in continual combat. Now
+could we cassere this c[om]pany, which eats and gnaws our mind,
+doubtles we should be at rest, not in solitarines onely, but
+euen in the thicket of men. For the life of m[an] vpon earth is but
+a continual warfare. Are we deliuered from externall practizes?
+Wee are to take heed of internall espials. Are the Greekes gone
+away? We haue a _Sinon_ within, that wil betray them the place.
+Wee must euer be waking, hauing an eie to the watch, and weapons
+in our hands, if wee will not euery houre be surprised, & giuen
+vp to the wil of our enimies. And how at last can we escape? Not
+by the woodes, by the riuers, nor by the mountaines: not by
+throwing our selues into a presse, nor by thrusting our selues
+into a hole. One only meane there is, which is death: which in
+ende seperating our spirite from our flesh, the pure and clean
+part of our soule from the vncleane, which within vs euermore
+bandeth it selfe for the worlde, appeaseth by this seperation
+that, which conioyned in one and the same person coulde not,
+without vtter choaking of the spirit, but be in perpetuall
+contention.
+
+And as touching the contentment that may be in the exercises of
+the wisest men in their solitarinesse, as reading diuine or
+prophane Bookes, with all other knowledges and learnings: I hold
+well that it is indeed a far other thing, then are those madde
+huntings, which make sauage a multitude of men possessed with
+these or the like diseases of the minde. Yet must they all abide
+the iudgement pronounced by the wisest among the wise,
+_Salomon_, that all this neuerthelesse applied to mans naturall
+disposition, is to him but vanitie and vexation of minde. Some
+are euer learning to correct their speach, and neuer thinke of
+correcting their life. Others dispute in their Logique of
+reason, and the Arte of reason: and loose thereby many times
+their naturall reason. One learnes by Arithmetike to diuide to
+the smallest fractions, and hath not skill to part one shilling
+with his brother. Another by Geometry can measure fields, and
+townes, and countries: but can not measure himselfe. The
+Musitian can accord his voyces, and soundes, and times togither:
+hauing nothing in his heart but discordes, nor one passion in
+his soule in good tune. The Astrologer lookes vp on high, and
+falles in the next ditch: fore-knowes the future, and forgoes
+the present: hath often his eie on the heauens, his heart long
+before buried in the earth. The Philosopher discourseth of the
+nature of all other things: and knowes not himselfe. The
+Historian can tell of the warres of _Thebes_ and of _Troy_: but
+what is doone in his owne house can tell nothing. The Lawyer
+will make lawes for all the world, and not one for himselfe. The
+Physition will cure others, and be blinde in his owne disease:
+finde the least alteration in his pulse, and not marke the
+burning feauers of his minde. Lastlie, the Diuine will spend the
+greatest parte of his time in disputing of faith and cares not
+to heare of charity: wil talke of God, and not regard to succor
+men. These knowledges bring on the mind an endlesse labour, but
+no contentment: for the more one knowes, the more he would know.
+
+They pacify not the debates a man feeles in himselfe, they cure
+not the diseases of his minde. They make him learned, but they
+make not him good: cunning, but not wise. I say more. The more a
+man knowes, the more knowes he that he knowes not: the fuller
+the minde is, the emptier it findes it selfe: forasmuch as
+whatsoeuer a man can knowe of any science in this worlde is but
+the least part of what he is ignorant: all his knowledge
+consisting in knowing his ignorance, al his perfection in noting
+his imperfections, which who best knowes and notes, is in truth
+among men the most wise, and perfect. In short we must conclude
+with _Salomon_, that the beginning and end of wisedome is the
+feare of God: that this wisedome neuerthelesse is taken of the
+world for meere folly, and persecuted by the world as a deadly
+enemy: and that as who feareth God, ought to feare no euill, for
+that all his euils are conuerted to his good: so neither ought
+he to hope for good in the worlde, hauing there the deuil his
+professed enemy, whom the Scripture termeth Prince of the world.
+
+But with what exercise soeuer we passe the time, behold old age
+vnwares to vs coms vpon vs: which whether we thrust our selues
+into the prease of men, or hide vs somewhere out of the way,
+neuer failes to find vs out. Euery man makes accompt in that age
+to rest himselfe of all his trauailes without further care, but
+to keepe himselfe at ease and in health. And see contrariwise in
+this age, there is nothing but an after taste of all the fore
+going euils: and most commonly a plentifull haruest of all such
+vices as in the whole course of their life, hath held and
+possessed them. There you haue the vnabilitie and weakenesse of
+infancie, and (which is worse) many times accompanied with
+authoritie: there you are payed for the excesse and riotousnes
+of youth, with gowts, palsies, and such like diseases, which
+take from you limme after limme with extreame paine and torment.
+There you are recompenced for the trauailes of mind, the
+watchings and cares of manhoode, with losse of sight, losse of
+hearing, and all the sences one after another, except onely the
+sence of paine. Not one parte in vs but death takes in gage to
+be assured of vs, as of bad pay-maisters, which infinitely feare
+their dayes of payment. Nothing in vs which will not by and by
+bee dead: and neuerthelesse our vices yet liue in vs, and not
+onely liue, but in despite of nature daily growe yoong againe.
+The couetous man hath one foote in his graue, and is yet burieng
+his money: meaning belike to finde it againe another day. The
+ambitious in his will ordaineth vnprofitable pompes for his
+funeralles, making his vice to liue and triumph after his death.
+The riotous no longer able to daunce on his feete, daunceth with
+his shoulders, all vices hauing lefte him, and hee not yet able
+to leaue them. The childe wisheth for youth: and this man
+laments it. The yong man liueth in hope of the future, and this
+feeles the euill present, laments the false pleasures past, and
+sees for the time to come nothing to hope for. More foolish then
+the childe, in bewailing the time he cannot recall, and not
+remembring the euill hee had therein: and more wretched then the
+yongman, in that after a wretched life not able, but wretchedly
+to die, he sees on all sides but matter of dispaire. As for him,
+who from his youth hath vndertaken to combate against the flesh,
+and against the world: who hath taken so great paines to
+mortifie himselfe and leaue the worlde before his time: who
+besides those ordinarie euilles findes himselfe vexed with this
+great and incurable disease of olde age, and feeles
+notwithstanding his flesh howe weake soeuer, stronger oftentimes
+then his spirite: what good I pray can hee haue but onlie
+herein: that hee sees his death at hand, that hee sees his
+combate finished, that he sees himselfe readie to departe by
+death out of this loathsome prison, wherein all his life time
+hee hath beene racked and tormented? I will not heere speake of
+the infinite euilles wherewith men in all ages are annoyed, as
+losse of friendes and parents, banishments, exiles, disgraces,
+and such others, common and ordinarie in the world: one
+complayning of loosing his children, an other of hauing them:
+one making sorrow for his wifes death, an other for her life,
+one finding faulte, that hee is too high in Courte, an other,
+that hee is not high enough. The worlde is so full of euilles,
+that to write them all, woulde require an other worlde as great
+as it selfe. Sufficeth, that if the most happie in mens opinions
+doe counterpoize his happs with his mishaps, he shall iudge
+himselfe vnhappy: and hee iudge him happy, who had he beene set
+three dayes in his place, would giue it ouer to him that came
+next: yea, sooner then hee, who shall consider in all the goodes
+that euer hee hath had the euilles hee hath endured to get them,
+and hauing them to retaine and keepe them (I speake of the
+pleasures that may be kept, and not of those that wither in a
+moment) wil iudge of himselfe, and by himselfe, that the keeping
+it selfe of the greatest felicitie in this worlde, is full of
+vnhappinesse and infelicitie. Conclude then, that Childhoode is
+but a foolish simplicitie, Youth, a vaine heate, Manhoode,
+a painefull carefulnesse, and Olde-age, a noysome languishing:
+that our playes are but teares, our pleasures, feuers of the
+minde, our goodes, rackes, and torments, our honors, heauy
+vanities, our rest, vnrest: that passing from age to age is but
+passing from euill to euill, and from the lesse vnto the
+greater: and that alwayes it is but one waue driuing on an
+other, vntill we be arriued at the Hauen of death. Conclude I
+say, that life is but a wishing for the future, and a bewailing
+of the past: a loathing of what wee haue tasted, and a longing
+for that wee haue not tasted, a vaine memorie of the state past,
+and a doubtfull expectation of the state to come: finally, that
+in all our life there is nothing certaine, nothing assured, but
+the certaintie and vncertaintie of death. Behold, now comes
+Death vnto vs: Behold her, whose approch we so much feare. We
+are now to c[on]sider whether she be such as wee are made beleeue:
+and whether we ought so greatly to flie her, as commonly wee do.
+Wee are afraide of her: but like little children of a vizarde,
+or of the Images of _Hecate_. Wee haue her in horror: but
+because wee conceiue her not such as she is, but ougly,
+terrible, and hideous: such as it pleaseth the Painters to
+represent vnto vs on a wall. Wee flie before her: but it is
+because foretaken with such vaine imaginations, wee giue not our
+selues leisure to marke her. But staie wee, stande wee stedfast,
+looke wee her in the face: wee shall finde her quite other then
+shee is painted vs: and altogether of other countenaunce then
+our miserable life. Death makes an ende of this life. This life
+is a perpetuall misery and tempest: Death then is the issue of
+our miseries and entraunce of the porte where wee shall ride in
+safetie from all windes. And shoulde wee feare that which
+withdraweth vs from misery, or which drawes vs into our Hauen?
+Yea but you will say, it is a payne to die. Admit it bee: so is
+there in curing of a wounde. Such is the worlde, that one euill
+can not bee cured but by an other, to heale a contusion, must
+bee made an incision. You will say, there is difficultie in the
+passage: So is there no Hauen, no Porte, whereinto the entraunce
+is not straite and combersome. No good thing is to be bought in
+this worlde with other then the coyne of labour and paine. The
+entraunce indeede is hard, if our selues make it harde, comming
+thither with a tormented spirite, a troubled minde, a wauering
+and irresolute thought. But bring wee quietnesse of mind,
+constancie, and full resolution, wee shall not finde anie
+daunger or difficultie at all. Yet what is the paine that death
+brings vs? Nay, what can shee doe with those paines wee feele?
+Wee accuse her of all the euilles wee abide in ending our life,
+and consider not howe manie more greeuous woundes or sickenesses
+wee haue endured without death: or howe many more vehement
+paines wee haue suffered in this life, in the which wee called
+euen her to our succour. All the paines our life yeeldes vs at
+the last houre wee impute to Death: not marking that life
+begunne and continued in all sortes of paine, must also
+necessarily ende in paine. Not marking (I saie) that it is the
+remainder of our life, not death, that tormenteth vs: the ende
+of our nauigation that paines vs, not the Hauen wee are to
+enter: which is nothing else but a safegarde against all windes.
+Wee complayne of Death, where wee shoulde complayne of life: as
+if one hauyng beene long sicke, and beginning to bee well,
+shoulde accuse his health of his last paynes, and not the
+reliques of his disease. Tell mee, what is it else to bee dead,
+but to bee no more liuing in the worlde? Absolutelie and simplie
+not to bee in the worlde, is it anie payne? Did wee then feele
+any paine, when as yet wee were not? Haue wee euer more
+resemblaunce of Death, then when wee sleepe? Or euer more rest
+then at that time? Now if this be no paine, why accuse we Death
+of the paines our life giues vs at our departure? Vnlesse also
+we wil fondly accuse the time when as yet we were not, of the
+paines we felt at our birth? If the comming in be with teares,
+is it wonder that such be the going out? If the beginning of our
+being, be the beginning of our paine, is it maruell that such be
+the ending? But if our not being in times past hath bene without
+payne, and all this being contrarywise full of paine: whome
+should we by reason accuse of the last paines, the not being to
+come, or the remnant of this present being? We thinke we dye
+not, but when we yeeld vp our last gaspe. But if we marke well,
+we dye euery day, euery houre, euery moment. We apprehend death
+as a thing vnvsuall to vs: and yet haue nothing so common in vs.
+Our liuing is but continuall dyeng: looke how much we liue, we
+dye: how much we encrease, our life decreases. We enter not a
+step into life, but we enter a step into death. Who hath liued a
+third part of his yeares, hath a third part of himselfe dead.
+Who halfe his yeares, is already half dead. Of our life, all the
+time past is dead, the present liues and dies at once, and the
+future likewise shall dye. The past is no more, the future is
+not yet, the present is, and no more is. Briefely, this whole
+life is but a death: it is as a candle lighted in our bodies: in
+one the winde makes it melt away, in an other blowes it cleane
+out, many times ere it be halfe burned: in others it endureth to
+the ende. Howsoeuer it be, looke how much it shineth, so much it
+burneth: her shining is her burning: her light a vanishing
+smoke: her last fire, hir last wike, and her last drop of
+moisture. So is it in the life of man, life and death in man is
+all one. If we call the last breath death, so must we all the
+rest: all proceeding from one place, and all in one manner. One
+only difference there is betweene this life, and that we call
+death: that during the one, we haue alwayes wherof to dye: and
+after the other, there remaineth only wherof to liue. In summe,
+euen he that thinketh death simply to be the ende of man, ought
+not to feare it: in asmuch as who desireth to liue longer,
+desireth to die longer: and who feareth soone to die, feareth
+(to speake properlie) lest he may not longer die.
+
+But vnto vs brought vp in a more holy schoole, death is a farre
+other thing: neither neede we as the Pagans of consolations
+against death: but that death serue vs, as a consolation against
+all sorts of affliction: so that we must not only strengthen our
+selues, as they, not to feare it, but accustome ourselues to
+hope for it. For vnto vs it is not a departing fr[om] pain & euil,
+but an accesse vnto all good: not the end of life, but the end
+of death, & the beginning of life. Better, saith _Salomon_, is
+the day of death, then the day of birth, and why? because it is
+not to vs a last day, but the dawning of an euerlasting day. No
+more shall we haue in that glorious light, either sorow for the
+past, or expectation of the future: for all shall be there
+present vnto vs, and that present shall neuer more passe. No
+more shal we powre out our selues in vaine & painfull pleasures:
+for we shal be filled with true & substantiall pleasures. No
+more shal we paine our selues in heaping togither these
+exhalati[on]s of the earth: for the heauens shall be ours, and this
+masse of earth, which euer drawes vs towards the earth, shalbe
+buried in the earth. No more shal we ouerwearie our selues with
+mounting from degree to degree, and from honor to honor: for we
+shall highlie be raysed aboue all heights of the world; and from
+on high laugh at the folly of all those we once admired, who
+fight together for a point, and as litle childr[en] for lesse then
+an apple. No more to be brief shal we haue combates in our
+selues: for our flesh shall be dead, and our spirit in full
+life: our passion buried, and our reason in perfect libertie.
+Our soule deliuered out of this foule & filthie prison, where,
+by long continuing it is growen into an habite of crookednes,
+shall againe draw her owne breath, recognize her ancient
+dwelling, and againe remember her former glory & dignity. This
+flesh my frend which thou feelest, this body which thou touchest
+is not man: Man is from heauen: heauen is his countrie and his
+aire. That he is in his body, is but by way of exile &
+confinement. Man in deed is soule and spirit: Man is rather of
+celestiall and diuine qualitie, wherin is nothing grosse nor
+materiall. This body such as now it is, is but the barke & shell
+of the soule: which must necessarily be broken, if we will be
+hatched: if we will indeed liue & see the light. We haue it
+semes, some life, and some sence in vs: but are so croked and
+contracted, that we cannot so much as stretch out our wings,
+much lesse take our flight towards heauen, vntill we be
+disburthened of this earthlie burthen. We looke, but through
+false spectacles: we haue eyes but ouergrowen with pearles: we
+thinke we see, but it is in a dreame, wherin we see nothing but
+deceit. All that we haue, and all that we know is but abuse and
+vanitie. Death only can restore vs both life and light: and we
+thinke (so blockish we are) that she comes to robbe vs of them.
+We say we are Christians: that we beleeue after this mortall,
+a life immortall: that death is but a separation of the body and
+soule: and that the soule returnes to his happie abode, there to
+ioy in God, who only is all good: that at the last day it shall
+againe take the body, which shal no more be subiect to
+corrupti[on]. With these goodly discourses we fill all our bookes:
+and in the meane while, wh[en] it comes to the point, the very name
+of death as the horriblest thing in the world makes vs quake &
+tremble. If we beleue as we speak, what is that we feare? to be
+happy? to be at our ease? to be more content in a mom[en]t, then we
+might be in the longest mortal life that might be? or must not
+we of force confesse, that we beleue it but in part? that all we
+haue is but words? that all our discourses, as of these hardie
+trencher knights, are but vaunting and vanitie? Some you shall
+see, that wil say: I know well that I passe out of this life
+into a better: I make no doubt of it: only I feare the midway
+step, that I am to step ouer. Weak harted creatures! they wil
+kill th[em]selues to get their miserable liuing: suffer infinite
+paines, and infinite wounds at another mans pleasure: passe
+infinit deaths without dying, for things of nought, for things
+that perish, and perchance make them perish with them. But when
+they haue but one pace to passe to be at rest, not for a day,
+but for euer: not an indifferent rest, but such as mans minde
+cannot comprehende: they tremble, their harts faile them, they
+are affrayde: and yet the ground of their harme is nothing but
+feare. Let them neuer tell me, they apprehend the paine: it is
+but an abuse: a purpose to conceale the litle faith they haue.
+No, no, they would rather languish of the goute, the sciatica,
+any disease whatsoeuer: then dye one sweete death with the least
+paine possible: rather pininglie dye limme after limme,
+outliuing as it were, all their sences, motions, and actions,
+then speedily dye, immediatly to liue for euer. Let them tell me
+no more that they would in this world learne to liue: for euery
+one is therevnto sufficiently instructed in himselfe, and not
+one but is cunning in the trade. Nay rather they should learne
+in this world to dye: and once to dye well, dye dayly in
+themselues: so prepared, as if the ende of euery dayes worke,
+were the ende of our life. Now contrarywise there is nothing to
+their eares more offensiue, then to heare of death. Senseless
+people! we abandon our life to the ordinarie hazards of warre,
+for seauen franks pay: are formost in an assault, for a litle
+bootie: goe into places, whence there is no hope of returning,
+with danger many times both of bodies and soules. But to free vs
+from all hazards, to winne things inestimable, to enter an
+eternall life, we faint in the passage of one pace, wherein is
+no difficultie, but in opinion: yea we so faint, that were it
+not of force we must passe, and that God in despite of vs will
+doe vs a good turne, hardly should we finde in all the world
+one, how vnhappy or wretched soeuer, that would euer passe.
+Another will say, had I liued till 50. or 60. yeares, I should
+haue bin contented: I should not haue cared to liue longer: but
+to dye so yong is no reason, I should haue knowen the world
+before I had left it. Simple soule! in this world there is
+neither young nor olde. The longest age in comparison of all
+that is past, or all that is to come, is nothing: and when thou
+hast liued to the age thou now desirest, all the past will be
+nothing: thou wilt still gape, for that is to come. The past
+will yeeld thee but sorrowe, the future but expectation, the
+present no contentment. As ready thou wilt then be to redemaund
+longer respite, as before. Thou fliest thy creditor from moneth
+to moneth, and time to time, as readie to pay the last daye, as
+the first: thou seekest but to be acquitted. Thou hast tasted
+all which the world esteemeth pleasures: not one of them is new
+vnto thee. By drinking oftener, thou shalt be neuer awhit the
+more satisfyed: for the body thou cariest, like the bored paile
+of _Danaus_ daughters, will neuer be full. Thou mayst sooner
+weare it out, then weary thy selfe with vsing, or rather
+abusing it. Thou crauest long life to cast it away, to spend it
+on worthles delights, to mispend it on vanities. Thou art
+couetous in desiring, and prodigall in spending. Say not thou
+findest fault with the Court, or the Pallace: but that thou
+desirest longer to serue the commonwealth, to serue thy
+countrie, to serue God. He that set thee on worke knowes vntill
+what day, and what houre, thou shouldest be at it: he well
+knowes how to direct his worke. Should he leaue thee there
+longer, perchance thou wouldest marre all. But if he will pay
+thee liberally for thy labour, as much for halfe a dayes worke,
+as for a whole: as much for hauing wrought till noone, as for
+hauing borne all the heate of the day: art thou not so much the
+more to thanke and prayse him? but if thou examine thine owne
+conscience, thou lamentest not the cause of the widdow, and the
+orphan, which thou hast left depending in iudgement: not the
+dutie of a sonne, of a father, or of a frend, which thou
+pretendest thou wouldest performe: not the ambassage for the
+common wealth, which thou wert euen ready to vndertake: not the
+seruice thou desirest to doe vnto God, who knowes much better
+howe to serue himselfe of thee, then thou of thy selfe. It is
+thy houses and gardens thou lamentest, thy imperfect plottes and
+purposes, thy life (as thou thinkest) imperfect: which by no
+dayes, nor yeares, nor ages, might be perfected: and yet thy
+selfe mightst perfect in a moment, couldest thou but thinke in
+good earnest, that where it ende it skilles not, so that it end
+well.
+
+Now to end well this life, is onely to ende it willingly:
+following with full consent the will and direction of God, and
+not suffering vs to be drawen by the necessetie of destenie. To
+end it willingly, we must hope, and not feare death. To hope
+for it, we must certainely looke after this life, for a better
+life. To looke for that, wee must feare God: whome whoso well
+feareth, feareth indeede nothing in this worlde, and hopes for
+all things in the other. To one well resolued in these points
+death can be but sweete and agreeable: knowing that through it
+hee is to enter into a place of all ioyes. The griefe that may
+be therein shall bee allaied with sweetnes: the sufferance of
+ill, swallowed in the confidence of good: the sting of Death it
+selfe shall bee dead, which is nothing else but Feare. Nay,
+I wil say more, not onely all the euilles conceiued in death
+shall be to him nothing: but he shall euen scorne all the
+mishappes men redoubt in this life, and laugh at all these
+terrors. For I pray what can he feare, whose death is his hope?
+Thinke we to banish him his country? He knows he hath a country
+other-where, whence wee cannot banish him: and that all these
+countries are but Innes, out of which he must part at the wil of
+his hoste. To put him in prison? a more straite prison he cannot
+haue, then his owne body, more filthy, more darke, more full of
+rackes and torments. To kill him and take him out of the worlde?
+that is it he hopes for: that is it with all his heart he
+aspires vnto. By fire, by sworde, by famine, by sickenesse:
+within three yeeres, within three dayes, within three houres,
+all is one to him: all is one at what gate, or at what time he
+passe out of this miserable life. For his businesses are euer
+ended, his affaires all dispatched, and by what way he shall go
+out, by the same hee shall enter into a most happie and
+euerlasting life. Men can threaten him but death, and death is
+all he promiseth himselfe: the worst they can doe, is, to make
+him die, and that is the best hee hopes for. The threatnings of
+tyrants are to him promises, the swordes of his greatest enemies
+drawne in his fauor: forasmuch as he knowes that threatning him
+death, they threaten him life: and the most mortall woundes can
+make him but immortall. Who feares God, feares not death: and
+who feares it not, feares not the worst of this life.
+
+By this reckoning, you will tell me death is a thing to be
+wished for: and to passe from so much euill, to so much good,
+a man shoulde as it seemeth cast away his life. Surely, I feare
+not, that for any good wee expect, we will hasten one step the
+faster: though the spirite aspire, the body it drawes with it,
+withdrawes it euer sufficiently towardes the earth. Yet is it
+not that I conclude. We must seeke to mortifie our flesh in vs,
+and to cast the world out of vs: but to cast our selues out of
+the world is in no sort permitted vs. The Christian ought
+willingly to depart out of this life but not cowardly to runne
+away. The Christian is ordained by God to fight therein: and
+cannot leaue his place without incurring reproch and infamie.
+But if it please the grand Captaine to recall him, let him take
+the retrait in good part, and with good will obey it. For hee is
+not borne for himselfe, but for God: of whome he holdes his life
+at farme, as his tenant at will, to yield him the profites. It
+is in the landlord to take it from him, not in him to
+surrender it, when a conceit takes him. Diest thou yong? praise
+God as the mariner that hath had a good winde, soone to bring
+him to the Porte. Diest thou olde? praise him likewise, for if
+thou hast had lesse winde, it may be thou hast also had lesse
+waues. But thinke not at thy pleasure to go faster or softer:
+for the winde is not in thy power, and in steede of taking the
+shortest way to the Hauen, thou maiest happily suffer
+shipwracke. God calleth home from his worke, one in the morning,
+an other at noone, and an other at night. One he exerciseth til
+the first sweate, another he sunne-burneth, another he rosteth
+and drieth throughly. But of all his he leaues not one without,
+but brings them all to rest, and giues them all their hire,
+euery one in his time. Who leaues his worke before God call him,
+looses it: and who importunes him before the time, looses his
+reward. We must rest vs in his will, who in the middest of our
+troubles sets vs at rest.
+
+To ende, we ought neither to hate this life for the toiles
+therein, for it is slouth and cowardise: nor loue it for the
+delights, which is follie and vanitie: but serue vs of it, to
+serue God in it, who after it shall place vs in true quietnesse,
+and replenish vs with pleasures whiche shall neuer more perish.
+Neyther ought we to flye death, for it is childish to feare it:
+and in flieng from it, wee meete it. Much lesse to seeke it, for
+that is temeritie: nor euery one that would die, can die. As
+much despaire in the one, as cowardise in the other: in neither
+any kinde of magnanimitie. It is enough that we constantly and
+continually waite for her comming, that shee may neuer finde vs
+    vnprouided. For as there is nothing more certaine then
+        death, so is there nothing more vncertaine then
+           the houre of death, knowen onlie to God,
+              the onlie Author of life and death,
+                to whom wee all ought endeuour
+                     both to liue and die.
+
+                          _Die to liue,_
+                          _Liue to die._
+
+
+The 13. of May 1590.
+
+At Wilton.
+
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+           *       *       *       *
+
+  [Transcriber's Note:
+
+  The play was printed in Italic type, with Roman for emphasis.
+  For this e-text, only the _emphasis_ is shown.
+
+  Acts 1 and 3 are unlabeled in the text. Act 1 can only be Antony's
+  soliloquy, with following Chorus, but Act 3 is ambiguous. Between
+  Act 2 and Act 4 are:
+    (scene) Cleopatra. Eras. Charmion. Diomede.
+    (soliloquy): Diomed.
+    Chorus
+    (scene) M. Antonius. Lucilius.
+    Chorus
+  Structurally the play seems to have six Acts, but Act 4 and Act 5 are
+  each labeled as such.]
+
+
+[Decoration]
+
+The Argument.
+
+
+After the ouerthrowe of _Brutus_ and _Cassius_, the libertie of
+_Rome_ being now vtterly oppressed, and the Empire setled in the
+hands of _Octauius C�sar_ and _Marcus Antonius_, (who for knitting a
+straiter bonde of amitie betweene them, had taken to wife _Octauia_
+the sister of _C�sar_) _Antonius_ vndertooke a iourney against the
+Parthians, with intent to regaine on them the honor wonne by them
+from the Romains, at the discomfiture and slaughter of _Crassus_.
+But comming in his iourney into Siria, the places renewed in his
+remembrance the long intermitted loue of _Cleopatra_ Queene of
+Aegipt: who before time had both in Cilicia and at Alexandria,
+entertained him with all the exquisite delightes and sumptuous
+pleasures, which a great Prince and voluptuous Louer could to the
+vttermost desire. Whereupon omitting his enterprice, he made his
+returne to Alexandria, againe falling to his former loues, without
+any regard of his vertuous wife _Octauia_, by whom neuertheles he
+had excellent Children. This occasion _Octauius_ tooke of taking
+armes against him: and preparing a mighty fleet, encountred him at
+Actium, who also had assembled to that place a great number of
+Gallies of his own, besides 60. which _Cleopatra_ brought with her
+from Aegipt. But at the very beginning of the battell _Cleopatra_
+with all her Gallies betooke her to flight, which _Antony_ seeing
+could not but follow; by his departure leauing to _Octauius_ the
+greatest victorye which in any Sea Battell hath beene heard off.
+Which he not negligent to pursue, followes them the next spring, and
+besiedgeth them within Alexandria, where _Antony_ finding all that
+he trusted to faile him, beginneth to growe iealouse and to suspect
+_Cleopatra_. She thereupon enclosed her selfe with two of her women
+in a monument she had before caused to be built, thence sends him
+woord she was dead: which he beleeuing for truth, gaue himselfe with
+his Swoord a deadly wound: but died not vntill a messenger came from
+_Cleopatra_ to haue him brought to her to the tombe. Which she not
+daring to open least she should be made a prisoner to the
+_Romaines_, and carried in _C�sars_ triumph, cast downe a corde from
+an high window, by the which (her women helping her) she trussed vp
+_Antonius_ halfe dead, and so got him into the monument. The Stage
+supposed Alexandria: the Chorus, first Egiptians, and after Romane
+Souldiors. The Historie to be read at large in _Plutarch_ in the
+life of _Antonius_.
+
+
+The Actors.
+
+  _Antonius_.
+  _Cleopatra_.
+  _Eras_ and   } _Cleopatras_ women.
+  _Charmion_.  }
+  _Philostratus_ a Philosopher.
+  _Lucilius_.
+  _Diomede_ Secretary to _Cleopatra_.
+  _Octauius C�sar._
+  _Agrippa_.
+  _Euphron_, teacher of _Cleopatras_ children.
+  _Children_ of _Cleopatra_.
+  _Dircetus_ the Messenger.
+
+
+
+
+[Decoration]
+
+
+  _Antonius._
+
+  Since cruell Heau'ns against me obstinate,
+  Since all mishappes of the round engin doe
+  Conspire my harme: since men, since powers diuine,
+  Aire, earth, and Sea are all iniurious:
+  And that my Queene her self, in whome I liu'd,
+  The Idoll of my hart, doth me pursue;
+  It's meete I dye. For her haue I forgone
+  My Country, _C�sar_ vnto warre prouok'd
+  (For iust reuenge of Sisters wrong my wife,
+  Who mou'de my Queene (ay me!) to iealousie)
+  For loue of her, in her allurements caught
+  Abandon'd life, I honor haue despisde,
+  Disdain'd my freends, and of the statelye Rome
+  Despoilde the Empire of her best attire,
+  Contemn'd that power that made me so much fear'd,
+  A slaue become vnto her feeble face.
+    O cruell, traitres, woman most vnkinde,
+  Thou dost, forsworne, my loue and life betraie:
+  And giu'st me vp to ragefull enemie,
+  Which soone (� foole!) will plague thy periurye.
+    Yelded _Pelusium_ on this Countries shore,
+  Yelded thou hast my Shippes and men of warre,
+  That nought remaines (so destitute am I)
+  But these same armes which on my back I weare.
+  Thou should'st haue had them too, and me vnarm'de
+  Yeelded to _C�sar_ naked of defence.
+  Which while I beare let _C�sar_ neuer thinke
+  Triumph of me shall his proud chariot grace
+  Not think with me his glory to adorne,
+  On me aliue to vse his victorie.
+    Thou only _Cleopatra_ triumph hast,
+  Thou only hast my freedome seruile made,
+  Thou only hast me vanquisht: not by force
+  (For forste I cannot be) but by sweete baites
+  Of thy eyes graces, which did gaine so fast
+  vpon my libertie, that nought remain'd.
+  None els hencefoorth, but thou my dearest Queene,
+  Shall glorie in commaunding _Antonie_.
+    Haue _C�sar_ fortune and the Gods his freends,
+  To him haue Ioue and fatall sisters giuen
+  The Scepter of the earth: he neuer shall
+  Subiect my life to his obedience.
+  But when that Death, my glad refuge, shall haue
+  Bounded the course of my vnstedfast life,
+  And frosen corps vnder a marble colde
+  Within tombes bosome widdowe of my soule:
+  Then at his will let him it subiect make:
+  Then what he will let _C�sar_ doo with me:
+  Make me limme after limme be rent: make me
+  My buriall take in sides of _Thracian_ wolfe.
+    Poore _Antonie_! alas what was the day,
+  The daies of losse that gained thee thy loue!
+  Wretch _Antony_! since then _M�g�ra_ pale
+  With Snakie haires enchain'd thy miserie.
+  The fire thee burnt was neuer _Cupids_ fire
+  (For Cupid beares not such a mortall brand)
+  It was some furies torch, _Orestes_ torche,
+  which sometimes burnt his mother-murdering soule
+  (When wandring madde, rage boiling in his bloud,
+  He fled his fault which folow'd as he fled)
+  kindled within his bones by shadow pale
+  Of mother slaine return'd from Stygian lake.
+    _Antony_, poore _Antony_! since that daie
+  Thy olde good hap did farre from thee retire.
+  Thy vertue dead: thy glory made aliue
+  So ofte by martiall deeds is gone in smoke:
+  Since then the _Baies_ so well thy forehead knewe
+  To Venus mirtles yeelded haue their place:
+  Trumpets to pipes: field tents to courtly bowers:
+  Launces and Pikes to daunces and to feastes.
+  Since then, � wretch! in stead of bloudy warres
+  Thou shouldst haue made vpon the Parthian Kings
+  For Romain honor filde by _Crassus_ foile,
+  Thou threw'st thy Curiace off, and fearfull healme,
+  With coward courage vnto _�gipts_ Queen
+  In haste to runne, about her necke to hang
+  Languishing in her armes thy Idoll made:
+  In summe giuen vp to _Cleopatras_ eies.
+  Thou breakest at length from thence, as one encharm'd
+  Breakes from th'enchaunter that him strongly helde.
+  For thy first reason (spoyling of their force
+  the poisned cuppes of thy faire Sorceres)
+  Recur'd thy sprite: and then on euery side
+  Thou mad'st againe the earth with Souldiours swarme.
+  All Asia hidde: Euphrates bankes do tremble
+  To see at once so many Romanes there
+  Breath horror, rage, and with a threatning eye
+  In mighty squadrons crosse his swelling streames.
+  Nought seene but horse, and fier sparkling armes:
+  Nought heard but hideous noise of muttring troupes.
+  The _Parth_, the _Mede_, abandoning their goods
+  Hide them for feare in hilles of _Hircanie_,
+  Redoubting thee. Then willing to besiege
+  The great _Phraate_ head of _Media_,
+  Thou campedst at her walles with vaine assault,
+  Thy engins fit (mishap!) not thither brought.
+    So long thou stai'st, so long thou doost thee rest,
+  So long thy loue with such things nourished
+  Reframes, reformes it selfe and stealingly
+  Retakes his force and rebecomes more great.
+  For of thy Queene the lookes, the grace, the woords,
+  Sweetenes, alurements, amorous delights,
+  Entred againe thy soule, and day and night,
+  In watch, in sleepe, her Image follow'd thee:
+  Not dreaming but of her, repenting still
+  That thou for warre hadst such a Goddes left.
+    Thou car'st no more for _Parth_, nor _Parthian_ bow,
+  Sallies, assaults, encounters, shocks, alarmes,
+  For diches, rampiers, wards, entrenched grounds:
+  Thy only care is sight of _Nilus_ streames,
+  Sight of that face whose guilefull semblant doth
+  (Wandring in thee) infect thy tainted hart.
+  Her absence thee besottes: each hower, each hower
+  Of staie, to thee impatient seemes an age.
+  Enough of conquest, praise thou deem'st enough,
+  If soone enough the bristled fieldes thou see
+  Of fruitfull _�gipt_, and the stranger floud
+  Thy Queenes faire eyes (another _Pharos_) lights.
+    Returned loe, dishonoured, despisde,
+  In wanton loue a woman thee misleades
+  Sunke in foule sinke: meane while respecting nought
+  Thy wife _Octauia_ and her tender babes,
+  Of whom the long contempt against thee whets
+  The sword of _C�sar_ now thy Lord become.
+    Lost thy great Empire, all those goodly townes
+  Reuerenc'd thy name as rebells now thee leaue:
+  Rise against thee, and to the ensignes flocke
+  Of conqu'ring _C�sar_, who enwalles thee round
+  Cag'd in thy holde, scarse maister of thy selfe,
+  Late maister of so many nations.
+    Yet, yet, which is of grief extreamest grief,
+  Which is yet of mischiefe highest mischiefe,
+  It's _Cleopatra_ alas! alas, it's she,
+  It's she augments the torment of thy paine,
+  Betraies thy loue, thy life alas! betraies,
+  _C�sar_ to please, whose grace she seekes to gaine:
+  With thought her Crowne to saue, and fortune make
+  Onely thy foe which common ought haue beene.
+    If her I alwaies lou'd, and the first flame
+  Of her heart-killing loue shall burne me last:
+  Iustly complaine I she disloyall is,
+  Nor constant is, euen as I constant am,
+  To comfort my mishap, despising me
+  No more, then when the heauens fauour'd me.
+    _But ah! by nature women wau'ring are,_
+  _Each moment changing and rechanging mindes._
+  _Vnwise, who blinde in them, thinkes loyaltie_
+  _Euer to finde in beauties company._
+
+
+  Chorus.
+
+  The boyling tempest still
+    Makes not Sea waters fome:
+    Nor still the Northern blast
+    Disquiets quiet streames:
+    Nor who his chest to fill
+    Sayles to the morning beames,
+    On waues winde tosseth fast
+    Still kepes his Ship from home.
+  Nor _Ioue_ still downe doth cast
+    Inflam'd with bloudie ire
+    On man, on tree, on hill,
+    His darts of thundring fire:
+    Nor still the heat doth last
+    On face of parched plaine:
+    Nor wrinkled colde doth still
+    On frozen furrowes raigne.
+  But still as long as we
+    In this low world remaine,
+    Mishapps our dayly mates
+    Our liues do entertaine:
+    And woes which beare no dates
+    Still pearch vpon our heads,
+    None go, but streight will be
+    Some greater in their Steads.
+  Nature made vs not free
+    When first she made vs liue:
+    When we began to be,
+    To be began our woe:
+    Which growing euermore
+    As dying life dooth growe
+    Do more and more vs greeue,
+    And tire vs more and more.
+  No stay in fading states,
+    For more to height they retch,
+    Their fellow miseries
+    The more to height do stretch.
+    They clinge euen to the crowne,
+    And threatning furious wise
+    From tirannizing pates
+    Do often pull it downe.
+  In vaine on waues vntride
+    to shunne them go we should
+    To _Scythes_ and _Massagetes_
+    Who neare the Pole reside:
+    In vaine to boiling sandes
+    Which _Ph�bus_ battry beates,
+    For with vs still they would
+    Cut seas and compasse landes.
+  The darknes no more sure
+    To ioyne with heauy night:
+    The light which guildes the dayes
+    To follow _Titan_ pure:
+    No more the shadow light
+    The body to ensue:
+    Then wretchednes alwaies
+    Vs wretches to pursue.
+  O blest who neuer breath'd,
+    Or whome with pittie mou'de,
+    _Death_ from his cradle reau'de,
+    And swadled in his graue:
+    And blessed also he
+    (As curse may blessing haue)
+    Who low and liuing free
+    No princes charge hath prou'de.
+  By stealing sacred fire
+    _Prometheus_ then vnwise,
+    Prouoking Gods to ire,
+    The heape of ills did sturre,
+    And sicknes pale and colde
+    Our ende which onward spurre,
+    To plague our hands too bolde
+    To filch the wealth of Skies.
+  In heauens hate since then
+    Of ill with ill enchain'd
+    We race of mortall men
+    full fraught our breasts haue borne:
+    And thousand thousand woes
+    Our heau'nly soules now thorne,
+    Which free before from those
+    No! earthly passion pain'd.
+  Warre and warres bitter cheare
+    Now long time with vs staie,
+    And feare of hated foe
+    Still still encreaseth sore:
+    Our harmes worse dayly growe,
+    Lesse yesterdaye they were
+    Then now, and will be more
+    To morowe then to daye.
+
+
+
+
+  Act. 2.
+
+
+  _Philostratus._
+
+    What horrible furie, what cruell rage,
+  O _�gipt_ so extremely thee torments?
+  Hast thou the Gods so angred by thy fault?
+  Hast thou against them some such crime conceiu'd,
+  That their engrained hand lift vp in threats
+  They should desire in thy hard bloud to bathe?
+  And that their burning wrath which nought can quench
+  Should pittiles on vs still lighten downe?
+    We are not hew'n out of the monst'rous masse
+  Of _Giantes_ those, which heauens wrack conspir'd:
+  _Ixions_ race, false prater of his loues:
+  Nor yet of him who fained lightnings found:
+  Nor cruell _Tantalus_, nor bloudie _Atreus_,
+  Whose cursed banquet for _Thyestes_ plague
+  Made the beholding Sunne for horrour turne
+  His backe, and backward from his course returne:
+  And hastning his wing-footed horses race
+  Plunge him in sea for shame to hide his face:
+  While sulleine night vpon the wondring world
+  For mid-daies light her starrie mantle cast,
+    But what we be, what euer wickednes
+  By vs is done, Alas! with what more plagues,
+  More eager torments could the Gods declare
+  To heauen and earth that vs they hatefull holde?
+  With Souldiors, strangers, horrible in armes
+  Our land is hidde, our people drown'd in teares.
+  But terror here and horror, nought is seene:
+  And present death prizing our life each hower.
+  Hard at our ports and at our porches waites
+  Our conquering foe: harts faile vs, hopes are dead:
+  Our Queene laments: and this great Emperour
+  Sometime (would now they did) whom worlds did feare,
+  Abandoned, betraid, now mindes no more
+  But from his euils by hast'ned death to passe.
+    Come you poore people tir'de with ceasles plaints
+  With teares and sighes make mournfull sacrifice
+  On _Isis_ altars: not our selues to saue,
+  But soften _C�sar_ and him piteous make
+  To vs, his pray: that so his lenitie
+  May change our death into captiuitie.
+    Strange are the euils the fates on vs haue brought,
+  O but alas! how farre more strange the cause!
+  Loue, loue (alas, who euer would haue thought?)
+  Hath lost this Realme inflamed with his fire.
+  Loue, playing loue, which men say kindles not
+  But in soft harts, hath ashes made our townes.
+  And his sweet shafts, with whose shot none are kill'd,
+  Which vlcer not, with deaths our lands haue fill'd,
+    Such was the bloudie, murdring, hellish loue
+  Possest thy hart faire false guest _Priams_ Sonne,
+  Fi'ring a brand which after made to burne
+  The _Troian_ towers by _Gr�cians_ ruinate.
+  By this loue, _Priam_, _Hector_, _Troilus_,
+  _Memnon_, _Deiphobus_, _Glaucus_, thousands mo,
+  Whome redd _Scamanders_ armor clogged streames
+  Roll'd into Seas, before their dates are dead.
+  So plaguie he, so many tempests raiseth
+  So murdring he, so many Cities raiseth,
+  When insolent, blinde, lawles, orderles,
+  With madd delights our sence he entertaines.
+    All knowing Gods our wracks did vs foretell
+  By signes in earth, by signes in starry Sph�res:
+  Which should haue mou'd vs, had not destinie
+  With too strong hand warped our miserie.
+  The _Comets_ flaming through the scat'red clouds
+  With fiery beames, most like vnbroaded haires:
+  The fearefull dragon whistling at the bankes,
+  And holie _Apis_ ceaseles bellowing
+  (As neuer erst) and shedding endles teares:
+  Bloud raining downe from heau'n in vnknow'n showers:
+  Our Gods darke faces ouercast with woe,
+  And dead mens Ghosts appearing in the night.
+  Yea euen this night while all the Cittie stoode
+  Opprest with terror, horror, seruile feare,
+  Deepe silence ouer all: the sounds were heard
+  Of diuerse songs, and diuers instruments,
+  Within the voide of aire: and howling noise,
+  Such as madde _Bacchus_ priests in _Bacchus_ feasts
+  On _Nisa_ make: and (seem'd) the company,
+  Our Cittie lost, went to the enemie.
+    So we forsaken both of Gods and men,
+  So are we in the mercy of our foes:
+  And we hencefoorth obedient must become
+  To lawes of them who haue vs ouercome.
+
+
+  Chorus.
+
+  Lament we our mishaps,
+    Drowne we with teares our woe:
+    For Lamentable happes
+    Lamented easie growe:
+      And much lesse torment bring
+      Then when they first did spring.
+  We want that wofull song,
+    Wherwith wood-musiques Queene
+    Doth ease her woes, among,
+    fresh springtimes bushes greene,
+      On pleasant branche alone
+      Renewing auntient mone.
+  We want that monefull sounde,
+    That pratling _Progne_ makes
+    On fieldes of _Thracian_ ground,
+    Or streames of _Thracian_ lakes:
+      To empt her brest of paine
+      For _Itys_ by her slaine.
+  Though _Halcyons_ doo still,
+    Bewailing _Ceyx_ lot,
+    The Seas with plainings fill
+    Which his dead limmes haue got,
+      Not euer other graue
+      Then tombe of waues to haue:
+  And though the birde in death
+    That most _Meander_ loues
+    So swetely sighes his breath
+    When death his fury proues,_
+      _As almost softs his heart,
+      And almost blunts his dart:
+  Yet all the plaints of those,
+    Nor all their tearfull larmes,
+    Cannot content our woes,
+    Nor serue to waile the harmes,
+      In soule which we, poore we,
+      To feele enforced be.
+  Nor they of _Ph�bus_ bredd
+    In teares can doo so well,
+    They for their brother shedd,
+    Who into _Padus_ fell,
+      Rash guide of chariot cleare
+      Surueiour of the yeare.
+  Nor she whom heau'nly powers
+    To weping rocke did turne,
+    Whose teares distill in showers,
+    And shew she yet doth mourne.
+      Where with his toppe to Skies
+      Mount _Sipylus_ doth rise.
+  Nor weping drops which flowe
+    From barke of wounded tree,
+    That _Myrrhas_ shame do showe
+    With ours compar'd may be,
+      To quench her louing fire
+      Who durst embrace her sire.
+  Nor all the howlings made
+    On _Cybels_ sacred hill
+    By Eunukes of her trade,
+    Who _Atys_, _Atys_ still
+      With doubled cries resound,_
+      _Which _Echo_ makes rebound.
+  Our plaints no limits stay,
+    Nor more then doo our woes:
+    Both infinitely straie
+    And neither measure knowes.
+      _In measure let them plaine:_
+      _Who measur'd griefes sustaine._
+
+
+  _Cleopatra._ _Eras._ _Charmion._ _Diomede._
+
+  _Cleopatra._
+
+    That I haue thee betraid, deare _Antonie_,
+  My life, my soule, my Sunne? I had such thought?
+  That I haue thee betraide my Lord, my King?
+  That I would breake my vowed faith to thee?
+  Leaue thee? deceiue thee? yeelde thee to the rage
+  Of mightie foe? I euer had that hart?
+  Rather sharpe lightning lighten on my head:
+  Rather may I to deepest mischiefe fall:
+  Rather the opened earth deuower me:
+  Rather fierce _Tigers_ feed them on my flesh:
+  Rather, � rather let our _Nilus_ send,
+  To swallow me quicke, some weeping _Crocodile_.
+    And didst thou then suppose my royall hart
+  Had hatcht, thee to ensnare, a faithles loue?
+  And changing minde, as Fortune changed cheare,
+  I would weake thee, to winne the stronger, loose?
+  O wretch! � caitiue! � too cruell happe!
+  And did not I sufficient losse sustaine
+  Loosing my Realme, loosing my liberty,
+  My tender of-spring, and the ioyfull light
+  Of beamy Sunne, and yet, yet loosing more
+  Thee _Antony_ my care, if I loose not
+  What yet remain'd? thy loue alas! thy loue,
+  More deare then Scepter, children, freedome, light.
+    So ready I to row in _Charons_ barge,
+  Shall leese the ioy of dying in thy loue:
+  So the sole comfort of my miserie
+  To haue one tombe with thee is me bereft.
+  So I in shady plaines shall plaine alone,
+  Not (as I hop'd) companion of thy mone,
+  O height of griefe! _Eras_ why with continuall cries
+  Your griefull harmes doo you exasperate?
+  Torment your selfe with murthering complaints?
+  Straine your weake breast so oft, so vehemently?
+  Water with teares this faire alablaster?
+  With sorrowes sting so many beauties wound?
+  Come of so many Kings want you the hart
+  Brauely, stoutly, this tempest to resist?
+
+  _Cl._ My eu'lls are wholy vsupportable,
+  No humain force can them withstand, but death.
+
+  _Eras._ To him that striues nought is impossible.
+
+  _Cl._ In striuing lyes no hope of my mishapps.
+
+  _Eras._ All things do yeelde to force of louely face.
+
+  _Cl._ My face too louely caus'd my wretched case.
+  My face hath so entrap'd, so cast vs downe,
+  That for his conquest _C�sar_ may it thanke,
+  Causing that _Antony_ one army lost
+  The other wholy did to _C�sar_ yeld.
+  For not induring (so his amorouse sprite
+  Was with my beautie fir'de) my shamefull flight,
+  Soone as he saw from ranke wherein he stoode
+  In hottest fight, my Gallies making saile:
+  Forgetfull of his charge (as if his soule
+  Vnto his Ladies soule had bene enchain'd)
+  He left his men, who so couragiouslie
+  Did leaue their liues to gaine him victorie.
+  And carelesse both of fame and armies losse
+  My oared Gallies follow'd with his Ships
+  Companion of my flight, by this base parte
+  Blasting his former flourishing renowne.
+
+  _Eras._ Are you therefore cause of his ouerthrowe?
+
+  _Cl._ I am sole cause: I did it, only I.
+
+  _Er._ Feare of a woman troubled so his sprite?
+
+  _Cl._ Fire of his loue was by my feare enflam'd.
+
+  _Er._ And should he then to warre haue ledd a Queene?
+
+  _Cl._ Alas! this was not his offence, but mine.
+  _Antony_ (ay me! who else so braue a chiefe!)
+  Would not I should haue taken Seas with him:
+  But would haue left me fearfull woman farre
+  From common hazard of the doubtfull warre.
+    O that I had beleu'd! now, now of _Rome_
+  All the great Empire at our beck should bende.
+  All should obey, the vagabonding _Scythes_,
+  The feared _Germains_, back-shooting _Parthians_,
+  Wandring _Numidians_, _Brittons_ farre remoou'd,
+  And tawny nations scorched with the Sunne.
+  But I car'd not: so was my soule possest,
+  (To my great harme) with burning iealousie:
+  Fearing least in my absence _Antony_
+  Should leauing me retake _Octauia_.
+
+  _Char._ Such was the rigour of your destinie.
+
+  _Cl._ Such was my errour and obstinacie.
+
+  _Ch._ But since Gods would not, could you doe withall?
+
+  _Cl._ Alwaies from Gods good happs, not harms, do fall.
+
+  _Ch._ And haue they not all power on mens affaires?
+
+  _Cl._ They neuer bow so lowe, as worldly cares.
+  But leaue to mortall men to be dispos'd
+  Freelie on earth what euer mortall is.
+  If we therin sometimes some faultes commit,
+  We may them not to their high maiesties,
+  But to our selues impute; whose passions
+  Plunge vs each day in all afflictions.
+  Wherwith when we our soules do thorned feele,
+  Flatt'ring our selues we say they dest'nies are:
+  That Gods would haue it so, and that our care
+  Could not empeach but that it must be so.
+
+  _Char._ Things here belowe are in the heau'ns begot,
+  Before they be in this our worlde borne:
+  And neuer can our weaknes turne awry
+  The stailes course of powerfull destenie.
+  Nought here force, reason, humaine prouidence,
+  Holie deuotion, noble bloud preuailes:
+  And Ioue himselfe whose hand doth heauens rule,
+  Who both to Gods and men as King commaunds,
+  Who earth (our firme support) with plenty stores,
+  Moues aire and sea with twinckling of his eie,
+  Who all can doe, yet neuer can vndoe
+  What once hath been by their hard laws decreed.
+    When _Troian_ walles, great _Neptunes_ workmanship,
+  Enuiron'd were with _Greekes_, and Fortunes whele
+  Doubtfull ten yeares now to the campe did turne,
+  And now againe towards the towne return'd:
+  How many times did force and fury swell
+  In _Hectors_ veines egging him to the spoile
+  Of conquer'd foes, which at his blowes did flie,
+  As fearfull shepe at feared wolues approche:
+  To saue (in vaine: for why? it would not be)
+  Pore walles of _Troie_ from aduersaries rage,
+  Who died them in bloud, and cast to ground
+  Heap'd them with bloudie burning carcases.
+    No, Madame, thinke, that if the ancient crowne
+  Of your progenitors that _Nilus_ rul'd,
+  Force take from you; the Gods haue will'd it so,
+  To whome oft times Princes are odiouse.
+  They haue to euery thing an end ordain'd;
+  All worldly greatnes by them bounded is;
+  Some sooner, later some, as they think best:
+  None their decree is able to infringe.
+  But, which is more, to vs disastred men
+  Which subiect are in all things to their will,
+  Their will is hidd: nor while we liue, we know
+  How, or how long we must in life remaine.
+  Yet must we not for that feede on dispaire,
+  And make vs wretched ere we wretched bee:
+  But alwaies hope the best, euen to the last,
+  That from our selues the mischief may not growe.
+    Then, Madame, helpe your selfe, leaue of in time
+  _Antonies_ wracke, lest it your wracke procure:
+  Retire you from him, saue frrom wrathfull rage
+  Of angry _C�sar_ both your Realme and you.
+  You see him lost, so as your amitie
+  Vnto his euills can yelde no more reliefe.
+  You see him ruin'd, so as your support
+  No more hencefourth can him with comfort raise.
+  With-draw you from the storme: persist not still
+  To loose your selfe: this royal diademe
+  Regaine of _C�sar_.
+
+          _Cl._ Soner shining light
+  Shall leaue the daie, and darknes leaue the night:
+  Sooner moist currents of tempestuous seas
+  Shall waue in heauen, and the nightlie troopes
+  Of starres shall shine within the foming waues,
+  Then I thee, _Antonie_, Leaue in depe distres.
+  I am with thee, be it thy worthy soule
+  Lodge in thy brest, or from that lodging parte
+  Crossing the ioyles lake to take hir place
+  In place prepared for men Demy-gods.
+    Liue, if thee please, if life be lothsome die:
+  Dead and aliue, _Antonie_, thou shalt see
+  Thy princesse follow thee, folow, and lament,
+  Thy wrack, no lesse her owne then was thy weale.
+
+  _Char._ What helps his wrack this euer-lasting loue?
+
+  _Cl._ Help, or help not, such must, such ought I proue.
+
+  _Char._ Ill done to loose your selfe, and to no ende.
+
+  _Cl._ How ill thinke you to follow such a frende?
+
+  _Char._ But this your loue nought mitigates his paine.
+
+  _Cl._ Without this loue I should be inhumaine.
+
+  _Char._ Inhumaine he, who his owne death pursues.
+
+  _Cl._ Not inhumaine who miseries eschues.
+
+  _Ch._ Liue for your sonnes.
+
+          _Cl._ Nay for their father die.
+
+  _Cha._ Hardhearted mother!
+
+          _Cl._ Wife kindhearted I.
+
+  _Ch._ Then will you them depriue of royall right?
+
+  _Cl._ Do I depriue them? no, it's dest'nies might.
+
+  _Ch._ Do you not them not depriue of heritage,
+  That giue them vp to aduersaries handes,
+  A man forsaken fearing to forsake,
+  Whome such huge numbers hold enuironned?
+  T' abandon one gainst whome the frowning world
+  Banded with _C�sar_ makes conspiring warre.
+
+  _Cl._ The lesse ought I to leaue him lest of all.
+  _A frend in most distresse should most assist._
+  If that when _Antonie_ great and glorious
+  His legions led to drinke _Euphrates_ streames,
+  So many Kings in traine redoubting him;
+  In triumph rais'd as high as highest heaun;
+  Lord-like disposing as him pleased best,
+  The wealth of _Greece_, the wealth of_Asia_:
+  In that faire fortune had I him exchaung'd
+  For _C�sar_, then, men would haue counted me
+  Faithles, vnconstant, light: but now the storme,
+  And blustring tempest driuing on his face,
+  Readie to drowne, _Alas_! what would they saie?
+  What would himselfe in _Plutos_ mansion saie?
+  If I, whome alwaies more then life he lou'de,
+  If I, who am his heart, who was his hope,
+  Leaue him, forsake him (and perhaps in vaine)
+  Weakly to please who him hath ouerthrowne?
+  Not light, vnconstant, faithlesse should I be,
+  But vile, forsworne, of treachrous crueltie.
+
+  _Ch._ Crueltie to shunne, you selfe-cruell are.
+
+  _Cl._ Selfe-cruell him from crueltie to spare.
+
+  _Ch._ Our first affection to our selfe is due.
+
+  _Cl._ He is my selfe.
+
+          _Ch._ Next it extendes vnto
+  Our children, frends, and to our countrie soile.
+  And you for some respect of wiuelie loue,
+  (Albee scarce wiuelie) loose your natiue land,
+  Your children, frends, and (which is more) your life,
+  With so strong charmes doth loue bewitch our witts:
+  So fast in vs this fire once kindled flames.
+  Yet if his harme by yours redresse might haue,
+
+  _Cl._ With mine it may be clos'de in darksome graue.
+
+  _Ch._ And that, as _Alcest_ to hir selfe vnkinde,
+  You might exempt him from the lawes of death.
+  But he is sure to die: and now his sworde
+  Alreadie moisted is in his warme bloude,
+  Helples for any succour you can bring
+  Against deaths stinge, which he must shortlie feele.
+    Then let your loue be like the loue of olde
+  Which _Carian_ Queene did nourish in hir heart
+  Of hir Mausolus: builde for him a tombe
+  Whose statelinesse a wonder new may make.
+  Let him, let him haue sumtuouse funeralles:
+  Let graue thereon the horror of his fights:
+  Let earth be buri'd with vnburied heaps.
+  Frame ther _Pharsaly_, and discoulour'd stream's
+  Of depe _Enipeus_: frame the grassie plaine,
+  Which lodg'd his campe at siege of _Mutina_.
+  Make all his combats, and couragiouse acts:
+  And yearly plaies to his praise institute:
+  Honor his memorie: with doubled care
+  Breed and bring vp the children of you both
+  In _C�sars_ grace: who as a noble Prince
+  Will leaue them Lords of this most gloriouse realme.
+
+  _Cl._ What shame were that? ah Gods! what infamie!
+  With _Antonie_ in his good happs to share,
+  And ouerliue him dead: deeming enough
+  To shed some teares vpon a widdowe tombe?
+  The after-liuers iustly might report
+  That I him onlie for his empire lou'd,
+  And high estate: and that in hard estate
+  I for another did him lewdlie leaue?
+  Like to those birds wafted with wandring wings
+  From foraine lands in spring-time here arriue:
+  And liue with vs so long as Somers heate,
+  And their foode lasts, then seke another soile.
+  And as we see with ceaslesse fluttering
+  Flocking of seelly flies a brownish cloud
+  To vintag'd wine yet working in the tonne,
+  Not parting thence while they swete liquor taste:
+  After, as smoke, all vanish in the aire,
+  And of the swarme not one so much appeare.
+
+  _Eras._ By this sharp death what profit can you winne?
+
+  _Cl._ I neither gaine, nor profit seke therein.
+
+  _Er._ What praise shall you of after-ages gett?
+
+  _Cl._ Nor praise, nor glory in my cares are sett.
+
+  _Er._ What other end ought you respect, then this?
+
+  _Cl._ My only ende my onely dutie is.
+
+  _Er._ your dutie must vpon some good be founded.
+
+  _Cl._ On vertue it, the onlie good, is grounded.
+
+  _Er._ What is that _vertue_?
+
+          _Cl._ That which vs beseemes.
+
+  _Er._ Outrage our selues? who that beseeming deemes?
+
+  _Cl._ Finish I will my sorowes dieng thus.
+
+  _Er._ Minish you will your glories doing thus.
+
+  _Cl._ Good frends I praie you seeke not to reuoke
+  My fix'd intent of folowing _Antonie_.
+  I will die. I will die: must not his life,
+  His life and death by mine be folowed?
+    Meane while, deare sisters, liue: and while you liue,
+  Doe often honor to our loued Tombes.
+  Straw them with flowrs: and sometimes happelie
+  The tender thought of _Antonie_ your Lorde
+  And me poore soule to teares shall you inuite,
+  And our true loues your dolefull voice commend.
+
+  _Ch._ And thinke you Madame, we from you will part?
+  Thinke you alone to feele deaths ougly darte?
+  Thinke you to leaue vs? and that the same sunne
+  Shall see at once you dead, and vs aliue?
+  Weele die with you: and _Clotho_ pittilesse
+  Shall vs with you in hellish boate imbarque.
+
+  _Cl._ Ah liue, I praie you: this disastred woe
+  Which racks my heart, alone to me belonges:
+  My lott longs not to you: seruants to be
+  No shame, no harme to you, as is to me.
+    Liue sisters, liue, and seing his suspect
+  Hath causlesse me in sea of sorowes drown'd,
+  And that I can not liue, if so I would,
+  Nor yet would leaue this life, if so I could,
+  Without, his loue: procure me, _Diomed_,
+  That gainst poore me he be no more incensd.
+  Wrest out of his conceit that harmfull doubt,
+  That since his wracke he hath of me conceiu'd
+  Though wrong conceiu'd: witnesse you reuerent Gods,
+  Barking _Anubis_, _Apis_ bellowing.
+  Tell him, my soule burning, impatient,
+  Forlorne with loue of him, for certaine seale
+  Of her true loialtie my corpse hath left,
+  T' encrease of dead the number numberlesse.
+    Go then, and if as yet he me bewaile,
+  If yet for me his heart one sign fourth breathe
+  Blest shall I be: and farre with more content
+  Depart this world, where so I me torment.
+  Meane season vs let this sadd tombe enclose,
+  Attending here till death conclude our woes.
+
+  _Diom._ I will obey your will.
+
+          _Cl._ So the desert
+  The Gods repay of thy true faithfull heart.
+
+
+  _Diomed._
+
+  And is't not pittie, Gods, ah Gods of heau'n!
+  To see from loue such hatefull frutes to spring?
+  And is't not pittie that this firebrand so
+  Laies waste the trophes of _Philippi_ fieldes?
+  Where are those swete allurements, those swete lookes,
+  Which Gods themselues right hart-sicke would haue made?
+  What doth that beautie, rarest guift of heau'n,
+  Wonder of earth? Alas! what doe those eies?
+  And that swete voice all _Asia_ vnderstoode,
+  And sunburnt _Afrike_ wide in deserts spred?
+  Is their force dead? haue they no further power?
+  Can not by them _Octauius_ be supriz'd?
+  Alas! if _Ioue_ in middst of all his ire,
+  With thunderbolt in hand some land to plague,
+  Had cast his eies on my Queene, out of hande
+  His plaguing bolte had falne out of his hande:
+  Fire of his wrathe into vaine smoke should turne,
+  And other fire within his brest should burne.
+    Nought liues so faire. Nature by such a worke
+  Her selfe, should seme, in workmanship hath past.
+  She is all heau'nlie: neuer any man
+  But seing hir was rauish'd with her sight.
+  The Allablaster couering of hir face,
+  The corall coullor hir two lipps engraines,
+  Her beamie eies, two Sunnes of this our world,
+  Of hir faire haire the fine and flaming golde,
+  Her braue streight stature, and hir winning partes
+  Are nothing else but fiers, fetters, dartes.
+    Yet this is nothing th'e'nchaunting skilles
+  Of her celestiall Sp'rite, hir training speache,
+  Her grace, hir Maiestie, and forcing voice,
+  Whither she it with fingers speach consorte,
+  Or hearing sceptred kings embassadors
+  Answer to eache in his owne language make.
+    Yet now at nede she aides hir not at all
+  With all these beauties, so hir sorowe stings.
+  Darkned with woe hir only studie is
+  To wepe, to sigh, to seke for lonelines.
+  Careles of all, hir haire disordred hangs:
+  Hir charming eies whence murthring looks did flie,
+  Now riuers grown', whose wellspring anguish is,
+  Do trickling wash the marble of hir face.
+  Hir faire discouer'd brest with sobbing swolne
+  Selfe cruell she still martireth with blowes,
+    Alas! It's our ill happ, for if hir teares
+  She would conuert into hir louing charmes,
+  To make a conquest of the conqueror,
+  (As well shee might, would she hir force imploie)
+  She should vs saftie from these ills procure,
+  Hir crowne to hir, and to hir race assure.
+  _Vnhappy he, in whome selfe-succour lies,_
+  _Yet self-forsaken wanting succour dies._
+
+
+  Chorus.
+
+  O swete fertile land, wherin
+    _Ph�bus_ did with breath inspire
+    Man who men did first begin,
+    Formed first of _Nilus_ mire.
+    Whence of _Artes_ the eldest kindes,
+    Earthes most heauenly ornament,
+    Were as from their fountaine sent,
+    To enlight our mistie mindes.
+    Whose grosse sprite from endles time,
+    As in darkned prison pente,
+    Neuer did to knowledg clime.
+  Wher the _Nile_, our father good,
+    Father-like doth neuer misse
+    Yearely vs to bring such food,
+    As to life required is:
+    Visiting each yeare this plaine,
+    And with fatt slime cou'ring it,
+    Which his seauen mouthes do spitt,
+    As the season comes againe.
+    Making therby greatest growe
+    Busie reapers ioyfull paine,
+    When his flouds do highest flowe.
+  Wandring Prince of riuers thou,
+    Honor of the _�thiops_ lande,
+    Of a Lord and master now
+    Thou a slaue in awe must stand.
+    Now of _Tiber_ which is spred
+    Lesse in force, and lesse in fame
+    Reuerence thou must the name,
+    Whome all other riuers dread,
+    For his children swolne in pride,
+    Who by conquest seeke to treade
+    Round this earth on euery side.
+  Now thou must begin to sende
+    Tribute of thy watrie store,
+    As Sea pathes thy stepps shall bende,
+    Yearely presents more and more.
+    Thy fatt skumme, our frutefull corne,
+    Pill'd from hence with theeuish hands
+    All vncloth'd shall leaue our lands
+    Into foraine Countrie borne.
+    Which puft vp with such a pray
+    Shall therby the praise adorne
+    Of that scepter _Rome_ doth sway.
+  Nought thee helps thy hornes to hide
+    Farre from hence in vnknowne grounds,
+    That thy waters wander wide,
+    Yearely breaking bankes, and bounds.
+    And that thy Skie-coullor'd brookes
+    Through a hundred peoples passe,
+    Drawing plots for trees and grasse
+    With a thousand turn's and crookes.
+    Whome all weary of their way
+    Thy throats which in widenesse passe
+    Powre into their Mother Sea.
+  Nought so happie haplesse life
+    "In this worlde as freedome findes:
+    "Nought wherin more sparkes are rife
+    "To inflame couragious mindes.
+    "But if force must vs enforce
+    "Nedes a yoke to vndergoe,
+    "Vnder foraine yoke to goe
+    "Still it proues a bondage worse.
+    "And doubled subiection
+    "See we shall, and feele, and knowe
+    "Subiect to a stranger growne.
+  From hence forward for a King,
+    whose first being from this place
+    Should his brest by nature bring
+    Care of Countrie to embrace,
+    We at surly face must quake
+    Of some _Romaine_ madly bent:
+    Who, our terrour to augment,
+    His _Proconsuls_ axe will shake.
+    Driuing with our Kings from hence
+    Our establish'd gouerment,
+    Iustice sworde, and Lawes defence.
+  Nothing worldly of such might
+    But more mightie _Destinie_,
+    By swift _Times_ vnbridled flight,
+    Makes in ende his ende to see.
+    Euery thing _Time_ ouerthrowes,
+    Nought to ende doth stedfast staie:
+    His great sithe mowes all away
+    As the stalke of tender rose.
+    Onlie Immortalitie
+    Of the Heau'ns doth it oppose
+    Gainst his powerfull _Deitie_.
+  One daie there will come a daie
+    Which shall quaile thy fortunes flower,
+    And thee ruinde low shall laie
+    In some barbarous Princes power.
+    When the pittie-wanting fire
+    Shall, O _Rome_, thy beauties burne,
+    And to humble ashes turne
+    Thy proud wealth, and rich attire,
+    Those guilt roofes which turretwise,
+    Iustly making Enuie mourne,
+    Threaten now to pearce Skies.
+  As thy forces fill each land
+    Haruests making here and there,
+    Reaping all with rauening hand
+    They finde growing any where:
+    From each land so to thy fall
+    Multitudes repaire shall make,
+    From the common spoile to take
+    What to each mans share maie fall.
+    Fingred all thou shalt beholde:
+    No iote left for tokens sake
+    That thou wert so great of olde.
+  Like vnto the auncient _Troie_
+    Whence deriu'de thy founders be,
+    Conqu'ring foe shall thee enioie,
+    And a burning praie in thee.
+    For within this turning ball
+    This we see, and see each daie:
+    All things fixed ends do staie,
+    Ends to first beginnings fall.
+    And that nought, how strong or strange,
+    Chaungles doth endure alwaie,
+  But endureth fatall change.
+
+
+  _M. Antonius._ _Lucilius._
+
+  _M. Ant._
+
+  _Lucil_, sole comfort of my bitter case,
+  The only trust, the only hope I haue,
+  In last despaire: Ah! is not this the daie
+  That death should me of life and loue bereaue?
+  What waite I for that haue no refuge left,
+  But am sole remnant of my fortune left?
+  All leaue me, flie me: none, no not of them
+  Which of my greatnes greatest good receiu'd,
+  Stands with my fall: they seeme as now asham'de
+  That heretofore they did me ought regarde:
+  They draw them back, shewing they folow'd me,
+  Not to partake my harm's, but coozen me.
+
+    _Lu._ In this our world nothing is stedfast found,
+    In vaine he hopes, who here his hopes doth gro[un]d.
+
+  _Ant._ Yet nought afflicts me, nothing killes me so,
+  As that I so my _Cleopatra_ see
+  Practize with _C�sar_, and to him transport
+  My flame, her loue, more deare then life to me.
+
+  _Lu._ Beleeue it not: Too high a heart she beares,
+  Too Princelie thoughts.
+
+          _Ant._ Too wise a head she weare
+  Too much enflam'd with greatnes, euermore
+  Gaping for our great Empires gouerment.
+
+  _Lu._ So long time you her constant loue haue tri'de.
+
+  _Ant._ But still with me good fortune did abide.
+
+  _Lu._ Her changed loue what token makes you know?
+
+  _An._ _Pelusium_ lost, and _Actian_ ouerthrow,
+  Both by her fraud: my well appointed fleet,
+  And trustie Souldiors in my quarell arm'd,
+  Whom she, false she, in stede of my defence,
+  Came to persuade, to yelde them to my foe:
+  Such honor _Thyre_ done, such welcome giuen,
+  Their long close talkes I neither knew, nor would,
+  And treacherouse wrong _Alexas_ hath me done,
+  Witnes too well her periur'd loue to me.
+  But you O Gods (if any faith regarde)
+  With sharpe reuenge her faithles change reward.
+
+  _Lu._ The dole she made vpon our ouerthrow,
+  Her Realme giuen vp for refuge to our men,
+  Her poore attire when she deuoutly kept
+  The solemne day of her natiuitie,
+  Againe the cost, and prodigall expence
+  Shew'd when she did your birth day celebrate,
+  Do plaine enough her heart vnfained proue,
+  Equally toucht, you louing, as you loue.
+
+  _Ant._ Well; be her loue to me or false, or true,
+  Once in my soule a cureles wound I feele.
+  I loue, nay burne in fire of her loue:
+  Each day, each night her Image haunts my minde,
+  Her selfe my dreams: and still I tired am,
+  And still I am with burning pincers nipt.
+  Extreame my harme: yet sweeter to my sence
+  Then boiling Torch of iealouse torments fire:
+  This grief, nay rage, in me such sturre doth kepe,
+  And thornes me still, both when I wake and slepe.
+    Take _C�sar_ conquest, take my goods, take he
+  Th'onor to be Lord of the earth alone,
+  My Sonnes, my life bent headlong to mishapps:
+  No force, so not my _Cleopatra_ take.
+  So foolish I, I can not her forget,
+  Though better were I banisht her my thought.
+  Like to the sicke, whose throte the feauers fire
+  Hath vehemently with thirstie drouth enflam'd,
+  Drinkes still, albee the drinke he still desires
+  Be nothing else but fewell to his flame:
+  He can not rule himselfe: his health's respect
+  Yeldeth to his distempred stomackes heate.
+
+  _Lu._ Leaue of this loue, that thus renewes your woe.
+
+  _Ant._ I do my best, but ah! can not do so.
+
+  _Lu._ Thinke how you haue so braue a captaine bene,
+  And now are by this vaine affection falne.
+
+  _Ant._ The ceasles thought of my felicitie
+  Plunges me more in this aduersitie._
+  For nothing so a man in ill torments,
+  As who to him his good state represents.
+  _This makes my rack, my anguish, and my woe
+  Equall vnto the hellish passions growe,
+  When I to minde my happie puisance call
+  Which erst I had by warlike conquest wonne,
+  And that good fortune which me neuer left,
+  Which hard disastre now hath me bereft.
+    With terror tremble all the world I made
+  At my sole worde, as Rushes in the streames
+  At waters will: I conquer'd Italie,
+  I conquer'd _Rome_, that Nations so redoubt.
+  I bare (meane while besieging _Mutina_)
+  Two Consuls armies for my ruine brought,
+  Bath'd in their bloud, by their deaths witnessing
+  My force and skill in matters Martiall.
+    To wreake thy vnkle, vnkinde _C�sar_, I
+  With bloud of enemies the bankes embru'd
+  Of stain'd _Enipeus_, hindering his course
+  Stopped with heapes of piled carcases:
+  When _Cassius_ and _Brutus_ ill betide
+  Marcht against vs, by vs twise put to flight,
+  But by my sole conduct: for all the time
+  _C�sar_ heart-sicke with feare and feauer laie.
+  Who knowes it not? and how by euery one
+  Fame of the fact was giu'n to me alone.
+    There sprang the loue, the neuer changing loue,
+  Wherein my hart hath since to yours bene bound:
+  There was it, my _Lucil_, you _Brutus_ sau'de,
+  And for your _Brutus_ _Antonie_ you found.
+  Better my happ in gaining such a frende,
+  Then in subduing such an enemie.
+  Now former vertue dead doth me forsake,
+  Fortune engulfes me in extreame distresse:
+  She turnes from me her smiling countenance,
+  Casting on me mishapp vpon mishapp,
+  Left and betraide of thousand thousand frends,
+  Once of my sute, but you _Lucil_ are left,
+  Remaining to me stedfast as a tower
+  In holy loue, in spite of fortunes blastes.
+  But if of any God my voice be heard,
+  And be not vainely scatt'red in the heau'ns,
+  Such goodnes shall not glorilesse be loste,
+  But comming ages still therof shall boste.
+
+  _Lu._ Men in their frendship euer should be one,
+  And neuer ought with fickle Fortune shake,
+  Which still remoues, nor will, nor knowes the way,
+  Her rowling bowle in one sure state to staie.
+  Wherfore we ought as borrow'd things receiue
+  The goods light she lends vs to pay againe:
+  Not holde them sure, nor on them builde our hopes
+  As one such goods as cannot faile, and fall:
+  But thinke againe, nothing is dureable,
+  Vertue except, our neuer failing hoste:
+  So bearing saile when fauouring windes do blowe,
+  As frowning Tempests may vs least dismaie
+  When they on vs do fall: not ouer-glad
+  With good estate, nor ouer-grieu'd with bad.
+  Resist mishap.
+
+          _Ant._ Alas! it is too stronge.
+  Mishappes oft times are by some comfort borne:
+  But these, ay me! whose weights oppresse my hart,
+  Too heauie lie, no hope can them relieue.
+  There rests no more, but that with cruell blade
+  For lingring death a hastie waie be made.
+
+  _Lu._ _C�sar_, as heire vnto his Fathers state:
+  So will his Fathers goodnes imitate,
+  To you warde: whome he know's allied in bloud,
+  Allied in mariage, ruling equallie
+  Th' Empire with him, and with him making warre
+  Haue purg'd the earth of _C�sars_ murtherers.
+  You into portions parted haue the world
+  Euen like coheir's their heritages parte:
+  And now with one accord so many yeares
+  In quiet peace both haue your charges rul'd.
+
+  _Ant._ Bloud and alliance nothing do preuaile
+  To coole the thirst of hote ambitious breasts:
+  The sonne his Father hardly can endure,
+  Brother his brother, in one common Realme.
+  So feruent this desier to commaund:
+  Such iealousie it kindleth in our hearts._
+  Sooner will men permit another should
+  Loue her they loue, then weare the Crowne they weare.
+  _All lawes it breakes, turns all things vpside downe:
+  Amitie, kindred, nought so holie is
+  But it defiles. A monarchie to gaine
+  None cares which way, so he maie it obtaine.
+
+  _Lu._ Suppose he Monarch be and that this world
+  No more acknowledg sundrie Emperours.
+  That _Rome_ him onelie feare, and that he ioyne
+  The East with west, and both at once do rule:
+  Why should he not permitt you peaceablie
+  Discharg'd of charge and Empires dignitie,
+  Priuate to liue reading _Philosophie_,
+  In learned _Greece_, _Spaine_, _Asia_, anie lande?
+
+  _Ant._ Neuer will he his Empire thinke assur'de
+  While in this world _Marke Antonie_ shall liue._
+  Sleeples Suspicion, Pale distrust, colde feare
+  Alwaies to princes companie do beare
+  Bred of Reports: reports which night and day
+  Perpetuall guests from Court go not away.
+
+  _Lu._ He hath not slaine your brother _Lucius_,
+  Nor shortned hath the age of _Lepidus_,
+  Albeit both into his hands were falne,
+  And he with wrath against them both enflam'd.
+  Yet one, as Lord in quiet rest doth beare
+  The greatest sway in great _Iberia_.
+  The other with his gentle Prince retaines
+  Of highest Priest the sacred dignitie.
+
+  _Ant._ He feares not them, their feeble force he knowes.
+
+  _Lu._ He feares no vanquisht ouerfill'd with woes.
+
+  _Ant._ Fortune may chaunge againe,
+
+          _L._ A down-cast foe
+  Can hardlie rise, which once is brought so lowe.
+
+  _Ant._ All that I can, is done: for last assay
+  (When all means fail'd) I to entreatie fell,
+  (Ah coward creature!) whence againe repulst
+  Of combate I vnto him proffer made:
+  Though he in prime, and I by feeble age
+  Mightily weakned both in force and skill.
+  Yet could not he his coward heart aduaunce
+  Baselie affraid to trie so praisefull chaunce.
+  This makes me plaine, makes me my selfe accuse,
+  Fortune in this hir spitefull force doth vse
+  'Gainst my gray hayres: in this vnhappie I
+  Repine at heau'ns in my happes pittiles.
+  A man, a woman both in might and minde,
+  In _Marses_ schole who neuer lesson learn'd,
+  Should me repulse, chase, ouerthrow, destroie,
+  Me of such fame, bring to so lowe an ebbe?
+  _Alcides_ bloud, who from my infancie
+  With happie prowesse crowned haue my praise.
+  Witnesse thou _Gaule_ vnus'd to seruile yoke,
+  Thou valiant _Spaine_, you fields of _Thessalie_
+  With millions of mourning cries bewail'd,
+  Twise watred now with bloude of _Italie_.
+
+  _Lu._ witnesse may _Afrique_, and of conquer'd world
+  All fower quarters witnesses may be.
+  For in what part of earth inhabited,
+  Hungrie of praise haue you not ensignes spredd?
+
+  _An._ Thou know'st rich _�gypt_ (_�gypt_ of my deeds
+  Faire and foule subiect) _�gypt_ ah! thou know'st
+  How I behau'd me fighting for thy kinge,
+  When I regainde him his rebellious Realme.
+  Against his foes in battaile shewing force,
+  And after fight in victorie remorse.
+    Yet if to bring my glorie to the ground,
+  Fortune had made me ouerthrowne by one
+  Of greater force, of better skill then I;
+  One of those Captaines feared so of olde,
+  _Camill_, _Marcellus_, worthy _Scipio_,
+  This late great _C�sar_, honor of our state,
+  Or that great _Pompei_ aged growne in armes;
+  That after haruest of a world of men
+  Made in a hundred battailes, fights, assaults,
+  My bodie thorow pearst with push of pike
+  Had vomited my bloud, in bloud my life,
+  In midd'st of millions felowes in my fall:
+  The lesse hir wrong, the lesse should my woe:
+  Nor she should paine, nor I complain me so.
+    No, no, wheras I should haue died in armes,
+  And vanquisht oft new armies should haue arm'd,
+  New battailes giuen, and rather lost with me
+  All this whole world submitted vnto me:
+  A man who neuer saw enlaced pikes
+  With bristled pointes against his stomake bent,
+  Who feares the field, and hides him cowardly
+  Dead at the verie noise the souldiors make.
+    His vertue, fraude, deceit, malicious guile,
+  His armes the arts that false _Vlisses_ vs'de,
+  Knowne at Modena, wher the _Consuls_ both
+  Death-wounded were, and wounded by his men
+  To gett their armie, warre with it to make
+  Against his faith, against his countrie soile.
+  Of _Lepidus_, which to his succours came,
+  To honor whome he was by dutie bounde;
+  The Empire he vsurpt: corrupting first
+  With baites and bribes the most part of his men.
+  Yet me hath ouercome, and made his pray,
+  And state of _Rome_, with me hath ouercome.
+    Strange! one disordred act at _Actium_
+  The earth subdu'de, my glorie hath obscur'd.
+  For since, as one whome heauens wrath attaints,
+  With furie caught, and more then furious
+  Vex'd with my euills, I neuer more had care
+  My armies lost, or lost name to repaire:
+  I did no more resist.
+
+          _Lu._ All warres affaires,
+  But battailes most, daily haue their successe
+  Now good, now ill: and though that fortune haue
+  Great force and power in euery worldlie thing,
+  Rule all, do all, haue all things fast enchaind
+  Vnto the circle of hir turning wheele:
+  Yet seemes it more then any practise else
+  She doth frequent _Ballonas_ bloudie trade:
+  And that hir fauour, wauering as the wind,
+  Hir greatest power therin doth oftnest shewe.
+  Whence growes, we dailie see, who in their youth
+  Gatt honor ther, do loose it in their age,
+  Vanquisht by some lesse warlike then themselues:
+  Whome yet a meaner man shall ouerthrowe.
+  Hir vse is not to lende vs still her hande,
+  But sometimes headlong back a gaine to throwe,
+  When by hir fauor she hath vs extolld
+  Vnto the topp of highest happines.
+
+  _Ant._ well ought I curse within my grieued soule,
+  Lamenting daie and night, this sencelesse loue,
+  Whereby my faire entising foe entrap'd
+  My hedelesse _Reason_, could no more escape.
+    It was not fortunes euer chaunging face,
+    It was not Dest'nies chaungles violence
+    Forg'd my mishap. Alas! who doth not know
+    They make, nor marre, nor any thing can doe.
+    Fortune, which men so feare, adore, detest,
+    Is but a chaunce whose cause vnknow'n doth rest.
+    Although oft times the cause is well perceiu'd,
+    But not th'effect the fame that was conceiu'd.
+  _Pleasure_, nought else, the plague of this our life,
+  Our life which still a thousand plagues pursue,
+  Alone hath me this strange disastre spunne,
+  Falne from a souldior to a Chamberer,
+  Careles of vertue, careles of all praise.
+  Nay, as the fatted swine in filthy mire
+  With glutted heart I wallow'd in delights,
+  All thoughts of honor troden vnder foote.
+  So I me lost: for finding this swete cupp
+  Pleasing my tast, vnwise I drunke my fill,
+  And through the swetenes of that poisons power
+  By stepps I draue my former witts astraie.
+  I made my frends, offended me forsake,
+  I holpe my foes against my selfe to rise.
+  I robd my subiects, and for followers
+  I saw my selfe besett with flatterers.
+  Mine idle armes faire wrought with spiders worke,
+  My scattred men without their ensignes strai'd:
+  _C�sar_ meane while who neuer would haue dar'de
+  To cope with me, me sodainlie despis'de,
+  Tooke hart to fight, and hop'de for victorie
+  On one so gone, who glorie had forgone.
+
+  _Lu._ Enchaunting pleasure; _Venus_ swete delights
+  Weaken our bodies, ouer-cloud our sprights,
+  Trouble our reason, from our harts out chase
+  All holie vertues lodging in their place.
+  Like as the cunning fisher takes the fishe
+  By traitor baite wherby the hooke is hidde:
+  So _Pleasure_ serues to vice in steede of foode
+  To baite our soules theron too licourishe.
+  This poison deadlie is alike to all,
+  But on great kings doth greatest outrage worke,
+  Taking the Roiall scepters from their hands,
+  Thenceforward to be by some straunger borne:
+  While that their people charg'd with heauy loades
+  Their flatt'rers pill, and suck their mary drie,
+  Not ru'lde but left to great men as a pray,
+  While this fonde Prince himselfe in pleasur's drowns:
+  Who heares nought, sees nought, doth nought of a king,
+  Seming himselfe against himselfe conspirde.
+  Then equall Iustice wandreth banished,
+  And in hir seat sitts greedie Tyrannie.
+  Confus'd disorder troubleth all estates,
+  Crimes without feare and outrages are done.
+  Then mutinous _Rebellion_ shewes hir face,
+  Now hid with this, and now with that pretence,
+  Prouoking enimies, which on each side
+  Enter at ease, and make them Lords of all.
+  The hurtfull workes of pleasure here behold.
+
+  _An._ The wolfe is not so hurtfull to the folde,
+  Frost to the grapes, to ripened fruits the raine:
+  As pleasure is to Princes full of paine.
+
+  _Lu._ Ther nedes no proofe, but by th' _Assirian_ kinge,
+  On whome that Monster woefull wrack did bring.
+
+  _An._ Ther nedes no proofe, but by vnhappie I,
+  Who lost my empire, honor, life therby.
+
+  _Lu._ Yet hath this ill so much the greater force,
+  As scarcelie anie do against it stand:
+  No, not the Demy-gods the olde world knew,
+  Who all subdu'de, could _Pleasures_ power subdue.
+    Great _Hercules_, _Hercules_ once that was
+  Wonder of earth and heau'n, matchles in might,
+  Who _Anteus_, _Lycus_, _Geryon_ ouercame,
+  Who drew from hell the triple-headed dogg,
+  Who _Hydra_ kill'd, vanquishd _Achelous_,
+  Who heauens weight on his strong shoulders bare:
+  Did he not vnder _Pleasures_ burthen bow?
+  Did he not Captiue to this passion yelde,
+  When by his Captiue, so he was enflam'de,
+  As now your selfe in _Cleopatra_ burne?
+  Slept in hir lapp, hir bosome kist and kiste,
+  With base vnsemelie seruice bought her loue,
+  Spinning at distaffe, and with sinewy hand
+  Winding on spindles threde, in maides attire?
+  His conqu'ring clubbe at rest on wal did hang:
+  His bow vnstringd he bent not as he vs'de:
+  Vpon his shafts the weauing spiders spunne:
+  And his hard cloake the freating mothes did pierce.
+  The monsters free and fearles all the time
+  Throughout the world the people did torment,
+  And more and more encreasing daie by day
+  Scorn'd his weake heart become a mistresse plaie.
+
+  _An._ In onelie this like _Hercules_ am I,
+  In this I proue me of his lignage right:
+  In this himselfe, his deedes I shew in this,
+  In this, nought else, my ancestor he is.
+    But go we: die I must, and with braue ende
+  Conclusion make of all foregoing harmes:
+  Die, die I must: I must a noble death,
+  A glorious death vnto my succor call:
+  I must deface the shame of time abus'd,
+  I must adorne the wanton loues I vs'de
+  With some couragiouse act: that my last daie
+  By mine owne hand my spotts may wash away.
+    Come deare _Lucill_: alas! why wepe you thus!
+  This mortall lot is common to vs all.
+  We must all die, each doth in homage owe
+  Vnto that God that shar'd the Realmes belowe.
+  Ah sigh no more: alas: appeace your woes,
+  For by your griefe my griefe more eager growes.
+
+
+  Chorus.
+
+  Alas, with what tormenting fire.
+  Vs martireth this blinde desire
+    To staie our life from flieng!
+  How ceasleslie our minds doth rack,
+  How heauie lies vpon our back
+    This dastard feare of dieng!
+  _Death_ rather healthfull succor giues,
+  _Death_ rather all mishappes relieues
+    That life vpon vs throweth:
+  And euer to vs doth vnclose
+  The doore, wherby from curelesse woes
+    Our wearie soule out goeth.
+  What Goddesse else more milde then shee
+  To burie all our paine can be,
+    What remedie more pleasing?
+  Our pained hearts when dolor stings,
+  And nothing rest, or respite brings,
+    What help haue we more easing?
+  _Hope_ which to vs doth comfort giue,
+  And doth or fainting hearts reuiue,
+    Hath not such force in anguish:
+  For promising a vaine reliefe
+  She oft vs failes in midst of griefe,
+    And helples letts vs languish.
+  But Death who call on her at nede
+  Doth neuer with vaine semblant feed,
+    But when them sorow paineth,
+  So riddes their soules of all distresse
+  Whose heauie weight did them oppresse,
+    That not one griefe remaineth.
+  Who feareles and with courage bolde
+  Can _Acherons_ black face beholde,
+    Which muddie water beareth:
+  And crossing ouer, in the way
+  Is not amaz'd at Perruque gray
+    Olde rustie _Charon_ weareth:
+  Who voide of dread can looke vpon
+  The dreadfull shades that rome alone,
+    On bankes where sound no voices:
+  Whom with her fire-brands and her Snakes
+  No whit afraide _Alecto_ makes,
+    Nor triple-barking noyses:
+  Who freely can himselfe dispose
+  Of that last hower which all must close,
+    And leaue this life at pleasure:
+  This noble freedome more esteemes,
+  And in his hart more precious deemes,
+    Then Crowne and kingly treasure.
+  The waues which _Boreas_ blasts turmoile
+  And cause with foaming furie boile,
+    Make not his heart to tremble:
+  Nor brutish broile, when with strong head
+  A rebell people madly ledde
+    Against their Lords assemble:
+  Nor fearfull face of Tirant wood,
+  Who breaths but threats, and drinks but bloud,
+    No, nor the hand which thunder,
+  The hand of _Ioue_ which thunder beares,
+  And ribbs of rocks in sunder teares,
+    Teares mountains sides in sunder:
+  Nor bloudie _Marses_ butchering bands,
+  Whose lightnings desert laie the lands
+    whome dustie cloudes do couer:
+  From of whose armour sun-beames flie,
+  And vnder them make quaking lie
+    The plaines wheron they houer:
+  Nor yet the cruell murth'ring blade
+  Warme in the moistie bowells made
+    of people pell mell dieng
+  In some great Cittie put to sack
+  By sauage Tirant brought to wrack,
+    At his colde mercie lieng.
+  How abiect him, how base think I,
+  Who wanting courage can not dye
+    When need him therto calleth?
+  From whom the dagger drawne to kill
+  The curelesse griefes that vexe him still
+    For feare and faintnes falleth?
+  O _Antonie_ with thy deare mate
+  Both in misfortunes fortunate!
+    Whose thoughts to death aspiring
+  Shall you protect from victors rage,
+  Who on each side doth you encage,
+    To triumph much desiring.
+  That _C�sar_ may you not offend
+  Nought else but Death can you defend,
+    which his weake force derideth,
+  And all in this round earth containd,
+  Powr'les on them whom once enchaind
+    _Auernus_ prison hideth:
+  Where great _Psammetiques_ ghost doth rest,
+  Not with infernall paine possest,
+    But in swete fields detained:
+  And olde _Amasis_ soule likewise,
+  And all our famous _Ptolemies_
+    That whilome on vs raigned.
+
+
+
+
+  _Act. 4._
+
+
+  _C�sar._ _Agrippa._ _Dircetus_ the Messenger.
+
+  _C�sar._
+
+    _You euer-liuing Gods which all things holde
+  Within the power of your celestiall hands,
+  By whom heate, colde, the thunder, and the winde,
+  The properties of enterchaunging mon'ths
+  Their course and being haue, which do set downe
+  Of Empires by your destinied decree
+  The force, age, time, and subiect to no chaunge
+  Chaunge all, reseruing nothing in one state:
+  You haue aduaunst, as high as thundring heau'n
+  The _Romains_ greatnes by _Bellonas_ might:
+  Mastring the world with fearfull violence,
+  Making the world widow of libertie.
+  Yet at this daie this proud exalted _Rome_
+  Despoil'd, captiu'd, at one mans will doth bende:
+  Her Empire mine, her life is in my hand,
+  As Monarch I both world and _Rome_ commaund;
+  Do all, can all; fourth my commaund'ment cast
+  Like thundring fire from one to other Pole
+  Equall to Ioue: bestowing by my worde
+  Happes and mishappes, as Fortunes King and Lord.
+    No Towne there is, but vp my Image settes,
+  But sacrifice to me doth dayly make:
+  Whither where _Ph�bus_ ioyne his morning steedes,
+  Or where the night them weary entertaines,
+  Or where the heat the _Garamants_ doth scorche,
+  Or where the colde from _Boreas_ breast is blowne:
+  All _C�sar_ do both awe and honor beare,
+  And crowned Kings his verie name do feare.
+    _Antonie_ knowes it well, for whom not one
+  Of all the Princes all this earth do rule,
+  Armes against me: for all redoubt the power
+  Which heau'nly powers on earth haue made me beare.
+    _Antonie_, he poore man with fire enflam'de
+  A womans beauties kindled in his heart,
+  Rose against me, who longer could not beare
+  My sisters wrong he did so ill entreat:
+  Seing her left while that his leud delights
+  Her husband with his _Cleopatra_ tooke
+  In _Alexandrie_, where both nights and daies
+  Their time they pass'd in nought but loues and plaies.
+    All _Asias_ forces into one he drewe,
+  And forth he sett vpon the azur'd waues
+  A thousand and a thousand Shipps, which fill'd
+  With Souldiors, pikes, with targets, arrowes, darts,
+  Made _Neptune_ quake, and all the watrie troupes
+  Of _Glauques_, and _Tritons_ lodg'd at _Actium_.
+  But mightie Gods, who still the force withstand
+  Of him, who causles doth another wrong,
+  In lesse then moments space redus'd to nought
+  All that proud power by Sea or land he brought.
+
+  _Agr._ Presumptuouse pride of high and hawtie sprite,
+  Voluptuouse care of fonde and foolish loue,
+  Haue iustly wrought his wrack: who thought he helde
+  (By ouerweening) Fortune in his hand.
+  Of vs he made no count, but as to play,
+  So fearles came our forces to assay.
+    So sometimes fell to Sonnes of Mother Earth,
+  Which crawl'd to heau'n warre on the Gods to make,
+  _Olymp_ on _Pelion_, _Ossa_on _Olymp_,
+  _Pindus_ on _Ossa_ loading by degrees:
+  That at hand strokes with mightie clubbes they might
+  On mossie rocks the Gods make tumble downe:
+  When mightie _Ioue_ with burning anger chaf'd,
+  Disbraind with him _Gyges_ and _Briareus_,
+  Blunting his darts vpon their brused bones.
+    For no one thing the Gods can lesse abide
+    In dedes of men, then Arrogance and Pride.
+    And still the proud, which too much takes in hand,
+    Shall fowlest fall, where best he thinks to stand.
+
+  _C�s._ Right as some Pallace, or some stately tower,
+  Which ouer-lookes the neighbour buildings round
+  In scorning wise, and to the Starres vp growes,
+  Which in short time his owne weight ouerthrowes.
+    What monstrous pride, nay what impietie
+  Incen'st him onward to the Gods disgrace?
+  When his two children, _Cleopatras_ bratts,
+  To _Ph�be_ and her brother he compar'd,
+  _Latonas_ race, causing them to be call'd
+  The Sunne and Moone? Is not this folie right?
+  And is not this the Gods to make his foes?
+  And is not this himself to worke his woes?
+
+  _Agr._ In like proud sort he caus'd his head to leese
+  The Iewish king _Antigonus_, to haue
+  His Realme for balme, that _Cleopatra_ lou'd,
+  As though on him he had some treason prou'd.
+
+  _C�s._ _Lydia_ to her, and _Siria_ he gaue,
+  _Cyprus_ of golde, _Arabia_ rich of smelles:
+  And to his children more _Cilicia_,
+  _Parth's_, _Medes_, _Armenia_, _Ph�nicia_:
+  The kings of kings proclaiming them to be,
+  By his owne worde, as by a sound decree.
+
+  _Agr._ What? Robbing his owne countrie of her due
+  Triumph'd he not in _Alexandria_,
+  Of _Artabasus_ the _Armenian_ King,
+  Who yelded on his periur'd word to him?
+
+  _C�s._ Nay, neuer _Rome_ more iniuries receiu'd,
+  Since thou, � _Romulus_, by flight of birds
+  with happy hand the _Romain_ walles did'st build,
+  Then _Antonies_ fond loues to it hath done.
+  Nor euer warre more holie, nor more iust,
+  Nor vndertaken with more hard constraint,
+  Then is this warre: which were it not, our state
+  Within small time all dignitie should loose:
+  Though I lament (thou Sunne my witnes art;
+  And thou great _Ioue_) that it so deadly proues:
+  That _Romain_ bloud should in such plentie flowe,
+  Watring the fields and pastures where we goe.
+  What _Carthage_ in olde hatred obstinate,
+  What _Gaule_ still barking at our rising state,
+  What rebell _Samnite_, what fierce _Pyrrhus_ power,
+  What cruell _Mithridate_, what _Parth_ hath wrought
+  Such woe to _Rome_: whose common wealth he had,
+  (Had he bene victor) into _Egipt_ brought.
+
+  _Agr._ Surely the Gods, which haue this Cittie built
+  Stedfast to stand as long as time endures,
+  Which kepe the Capitoll, of vs take care,
+  And care will take of those shall after come,
+  Haue made you victor, that you might redresse
+  Their honor growne by passed mischieues lesse.
+
+  _C�s._ The seelie man when all the Greekish Sea
+  His fleete had hidd, in hope me sure to drowne,
+  Me battaile gaue: where fortune, in my stede,
+  Repulsing him his forces disaraied.
+  Him selfe tooke flight, soone as his loue he saw
+  All wanne through feare with full sailes flie away.
+  His men, though lost, whome none did now direct,
+  With courage fought fast grappled shipp with shipp,
+  Charging, resisting, as their oares would serue,
+  With darts, with swords, with Pikes, with fierie flames.
+  So that the darkned night her starrie vaile
+  Vpon the bloudie sea had ouer-spred,
+  Whilst yet they held: and hardlie, hardlie then
+  They fell to flieng on the wauie plaine.
+  All full of Souldiors ouerwhelm'd with waues:
+  The aire throughout with cries and grones did sound:
+  The Sea did blush with bloud: the neighbor shores
+  Groned, so they with shipwracks pestred were,
+  And floting bodies left for pleasing foode
+  To birds, and beasts, and fishes of the sea.
+  You know it well _Agrippa_.
+
+          _Ag._ Mete it was
+  The _Romain_ Empire so should ruled be,
+  As heau'n is rul'd: which turning ouer vs,
+  All vnder things by his example turnes.
+  Now as of heau'n one onely Lord we know:
+  One onely Lord should rule this earth below.
+    When one self pow're is common made to two,
+    Their duties they nor suffer will, nor doe.
+    In quarell still, in doubt, in hate, in feare;
+    Meane while the people all the smart do beare.
+
+  _C�s._ Then to the ende none, while my daies endure,
+  Seeking to raise himselfe may succours finde,
+  We must with bloud marke this our victorie,
+  For iust example to all memorie.
+  Murther we must, vntill not one we leaue,
+  Which may hereafter vs of rest bereaue.
+
+  _Ag._ Marke it with murthers? who of that can like?
+
+  _C�._ Murthers must vse, who doth assurance seeke.
+
+  _Ag._ Assurance call you enemies to make?
+
+  _C�s._ I make no such, but such away I take.
+
+  _Ag._ Nothing so much as rigour doth displease.
+
+  _C�s._ Nothing so much doth make me liue at ease.
+
+  _Ag._ What ease to him that feared is of all?
+
+  _C�._ Feared to be, and see his foes to fall.
+
+  _Ag._ Commonly feare doth brede and nourish hate.
+
+  _C�._ Hate without pow'r comes comonly too late.
+
+  _Ag._ A feared Prince hath oft his death desir'd.
+
+  _C�._ A Prince not fear'd hath oft his wrong conspir'de.
+
+  _Ag._ No guard so sure, no forte so strong doth proue,
+  No such defence, as is the peoples loue.
+
+  _C�s._ Nought more vnsure more weak, more like the winde,
+  Then _Peoples_ fauor still to chaunge enclinde.
+
+  _Ag._ Good Gods! what loue to gracious Prince men beare!
+
+  _C�s._ What honor to the Prince that is seuere!
+
+  _Ag._ Nought more diuine then is _Benignitie_.
+
+  _C�._ Nought likes the _Gods_ as doth _Seueritie_.
+
+  _Ag._ _Gods_ all forgiue.
+
+          _C�._ On faults they paines do laie.
+
+  _Ag._ And giue their goods.
+
+          _C�._ Oft times they take away.
+
+  _Ag._ They wreake them not, � _C�sar_, at each time
+  That by our sinnes they are to wrathe prouok'd.
+  Neither must you (beleue, I humblie praie)
+  Your victorie with crueltie defile.
+  The Gods it gaue, it must not be abus'd,
+  But to the good of all men mildlie vs'd,
+  And they be thank'd: that hauing giu'n you grace
+  To raigne alone, and rule this earthlie masse,
+  They may hence-forward hold it still in rest,
+  All scattred power vnited in one brest.
+
+  _C�._ But what is he, that breathles comes so fast,
+  Approaching vs, and going in such hast?
+
+  _Ag._ He semes affraid: and vnder his arme I
+  (But much I erre) a bloudie sworde espie.
+
+  _C�s._ I long to vnderstand what it may be.
+
+  _Ag._ He hither comes: it's best we stay and see.
+
+  _Dirce._ What good God now my voice will reenforce,
+  That tell I may to rocks, and hilles, and woods,
+  To waues of sea, which dash vpon the shore,
+  To earth, to heau'n, the woefull newes I bring?
+
+  _Ag._ What sodaine chaunce thee towards vs hath brought?
+
+  _Dir._ A lamentable chance. O wrath of heau'ns!
+  O Gods too pittiles!
+
+          _C�s._ What monstrous happ
+  Wilt thou recount?
+
+          _Dir._ Alas too hard mishapp!
+  When I but dreame of what mine eies beheld,
+  My hart doth freeze, my limmes do quiuering quake,
+  I senceles stand, my brest with tempest tost
+  Killes in my throte my wordes, ere fully borne.
+  Dead, dead he is: be sure of what I say,
+  This murthering sword hath made the man away.
+
+  _C�s._ Alas my heart doth cleaue, pittie me rackes,
+  My breast doth pant to heare this dolefull tale.
+  Is _Antonie_ then dead? To death, alas!
+  I am the cause despaire him so compelld.
+  But souldiour of his death the maner showe,
+  And how he did this liuing light forgoe.
+
+  _Dir._ When _Antonie_ no hope remaining saw
+  How warre he might, or how agreement make,
+  Saw him betraid by all his men of warre
+  In euery fight as well by sea, as lande;
+  That not content to yeld them to their foes
+  They also came against himselfe to fight:
+  Alone in Court he gan himself torment,
+  Accuse the Queene, himselfe of hir lament,
+  Call'd hir vntrue and traytresse, as who fought
+  To yeld him vp she could no more defend:
+  That in the harmes which for hir sake he bare,
+  As in his blisfull state, she might not share.
+    But she againe, who much his furie fear'd,
+  Gatt to the Tombes, darke horrors dwelling place:
+  Made lock the doores, and pull the hearses downe.
+  Then fell shee wretched, with hir selfe to fight.
+  A thousand plaints, a thousand sobbes she cast
+  From hir weake brest which to the bones was torne,
+  Of women hir the most vnhappie call'd,
+  Who by hir loue, hir woefull loue, had lost
+  Hir realme, hir life, and more, the loue of him,
+  Who while he was, was all hir woes support.
+  But that she faultles was she did inuoke
+  For witnes heau'n, and aire, and earth, and sea.
+  Then sent him worde, she was no more aliue,
+  But lay inclosed dead within hir Tombe.
+  This he beleeu'd; and fell to sigh and grone,
+  And crost his armes, then thus began to mone.
+
+  _C�s._ Poore hopeles man!
+
+          _Dir._ What dost thou more attend?
+  Ah _Antonie_! why dost thou death deferre?
+  Since _Fortune_ thy professed enimie,
+  Hath made to die, who only made thee liue?
+  Sone as with sighes he had these words vp clos'd,
+  His armor he vnlaste, and cast it of,
+  Then all disarm'd he thus againe did say:
+  My Queene, my heart, the grief that now I feele,
+  Is not that I your eies, my Sunne, do loose,
+  For soone againe one Tombe shal vs conioyne:
+  I grieue, whom men so valorouse did deeme,
+  Should now, then you, of lesser valor seeme.
+    So said, forthwith he _Eros_ to him call'd,
+  _Eros_ his man; summond him on his faith
+  To kill him at his nede. He tooke the sworde,
+  And at that instant stab'd therwith his breast,
+  And ending life fell dead before his fete.
+  O _Eros_ thankes (quoth _Antonie_) for this
+  Most noble acte, who pow'rles me to kill,
+  On thee hast done, what I on mee should doe.
+    Of speaking thus he scarce had made an ende,
+  And taken vp the bloudie sword from ground,
+  But he his bodie piers'd; and of redd bloud
+  A gushing fountaine all the chamber fill'd.
+  He staggred at the blowe, his face grew pale,
+  And on a couche all feeble downe he fell,
+  Swounding with anguish: deadly cold him tooke,
+  As if his soule had then his lodging left.
+  But he reuiu'd, and marking all our eies
+  Bathed in teares, and how our breasts we beatt
+  For pittie, anguish, and for bitter griefe,
+  To see him plong'd in extreame wretchednes:
+  He prai'd vs all to haste his lingr'ing death:
+  But no man willing, each himselfe withdrew.
+  Then fell he new to crie and vexe himselfe,
+  Vntill a man from _Cleopatra_ came,
+  Who said from hir he had commaundement
+  To bring him to hir to the monument.
+    The poore soule at these words euen rapt with Ioy
+  Knowing she liu'd, prai'd vs him to conuey
+  Vnto his Ladie. Then vpon our armes
+  We bare him to the Tombe, but entred not.
+  For she, who feared captiue to be made,
+  And that she should to _Rome_ in triumph goe,
+  Kept close the gate: but from a window high
+  Cast downe a corde, wherin he was impackt.
+  Then by hir womens helpt the corps she rais'd,
+  And by strong armes into hir windowe drew.
+    So pittifull a sight was neuer sene.
+  Little and little _Antonie_ was pull'd,
+  Now breathing death: his beard was all vnkempt,
+  His face and brest all bathed in his bloud.
+  So hideous yet, and dieng as he was,
+  His eies half-clos'd vppon the Queene he cast:
+  Held vp his hands, and holpe himself to raise,
+  But still with weakenes back his bodie fell.
+  The miserable ladie with moist eies,
+  With haire which careles on hir forhead hong,
+  With brest which blowes had bloudilie benumb'd,
+  With stooping head, and bodie down-ward bent,
+  Enlast hir in the corde, and with all force
+  This life-dead man couragiously vprais'de.
+  The bloud with paine into hir face did flowe,
+  Hir sinewes stiff, her selfe did breathles growe.
+    The people which beneath in flocks beheld,
+  Assisted her with gesture, speech, desire:
+  Cri'de and incourag'd her, and in their soules
+  Did sweate, and labor, no white lesse then shee.
+  Who neuer tir'd in labor, held so long
+  Helpt by hir women, and hir constant heart,
+  That _Antonie_ was drawne into the tombe,
+  And ther (I thinke) of dead augments the summe.
+    The Cittie all to teares and sighes is turn'd,
+  To plaints and outcries horrible to heare:
+  Men, women, children, hoary-headed age
+  Do all pell mell in house and strete lament,
+  Scratching their faces, tearing of their haire,
+  Wringing their hands, and martyring their brests.
+  Extreame their dole: and greater misery
+  In sacked townes can hardlie euer be.
+  Not if the fire had scal'de the highest towers:
+  That all things were of force and murther full;
+  That in the streets the bloud in riuers stream'd;
+  That sonne his sire saw in his bosome slaine,
+  The sire his sonne: the husband reft of breath
+  In his wiues armes, who furious runnes to death.
+  Now my brest wounded with their piteouse plaints
+  I left their towne, and tooke with me this sworde,
+  Which I tooke vp at what time _Antonie_
+  Was from his chamber caried to the tombe:
+  And brought it you, to make his death more plaine,
+  And that therby my words may credite gaine.
+
+  _C�s._ Ah Gods what cruell happ! poore _Antonie_,
+  Alas hast thou this sword so long time borne
+  Against thy foe, that in the ende it should
+  Of thee his Lord the cursed murthr'er be?
+  _O Death_ how I bewaile thee! we (alas!)
+  So many warres haue ended, brothers, frends,
+  Companions, coozens, equalls in estate:
+  And must it now to kill thee be my fate?
+
+  _Ag._ Why trouble you your selfe with bootles griefe?
+  For _Antonie_ why spend you teares in vaine?
+  Why darken you with dole your victorie?
+  Me seemes your self your glorie do enuie.
+  Enter the towne, giue thankes vnto the Gods.
+
+  _C�s._ I cannot but his tearefull chaunce lament,
+  Although not I, but his owne pride the cause,
+  And vnchaste loue of this _�gyptian_.
+
+  _Agr._ But best we sought into the tombe to gett,
+  Lest shee consume in this amazed case
+  So much rich treasure, with which happelie
+  Despaire in death may make hir feed the fire:
+  Suffring the flames hir Iewells to deface,
+  You to defraud, hir funerall to grace.
+  Sende then to hir, and let some meane be vs'd
+  With some deuise so holde hir still aliue,
+  Some faire large promises: and let them marke
+  Whither they may by some fine conning slight
+  Enter the tombes.
+
+          _C�sar._ Let _Proculeius_ goe,
+  And fede with hope hir soule disconsolate.
+  Assure hir so, that we may wholie gett
+  Into our hands hir treasure and hir selfe.
+  For this of all things most I doe desire
+  To kepe hir safe vntill our going hence:
+  That by hir presence beautified may be
+  The glorious triumph _Rome_ prepares for me.
+
+
+  Chorus of Romaine _Souldiors_.
+
+  Shall euer ciuile hate
+    gnaw and deuour our state?
+    Shall neuer we this blade,
+    Our bloud hath bloudie made,
+    Lay downe? these armes downe lay
+    As robes we weare alway?
+    But as from age to age,
+    So passe from rage to rage?
+  Our hands shall we not rest
+    To bath in our owne brest?
+    And shall thick in each land
+    Our wretched trophees stand,
+    To tell posteritie,
+    What madd Impietie
+    Our stonie stomakes ledd
+    Against the place vs bredd?
+  Then still must heauen view
+    The plagues that vs pursue:
+    And euery where descrie
+    Heaps of vs scattred lie,
+    Making the straunger plaines
+    Fatt with our bleeding raines,
+    Proud that on them their graue
+    So manie legions haue.
+  And with our fleshes still
+    _Neptune_ his fishes fill
+    And dronke with bloud from blue
+    The sea take blushing hue:
+    As iuice of _Tyrian_ shell,
+    When clarified well
+    To wolle of finest fields
+    A purple glosse it yelds.
+  But since the rule of _Rome_,
+    To one mans hand is come,
+    Who gouernes without mate
+    Hir now vnited state,
+    Late iointlie rulde by three
+    Enuieng mutuallie,
+    Whose triple yoke much woe
+    On _Latines_ necks did throwe:
+  I hope the cause of iarre,
+    And of this bloudie warre,
+    And deadlie discord gone
+    By what we last haue done:
+    Our banks shall cherish now
+    The branchie pale-hew'd bow
+    Of _Oliue_, _Pallas_ praise,
+    In stede of barraine bayes.
+  And that his temple dore,
+    Which bloudie _Mars_ before
+    Held open, now at last
+    Olde _Ianus_ shall make fast:
+    And rust the sword consume,
+    And spoild of wauing plume,
+    The vseles morion shall
+    On crooke hang by the wall.
+  At least if warre returne
+    It shall not here soiourne,
+    To kill vs with those armes
+    Were forg'd for others harmes:
+    But haue their pointes addrest,
+    Against the _Germaines_ brest,
+    The _Parthians_ fayned flight,
+    The _Biscaines_ martiall might.
+  Olde Memorie doth there
+    Painted on forhead weare
+    Our Fathers praise: thence torne
+    Our triumphes baies haue worne:
+    Therby our matchles _Rome_
+    Whilome of Shepeheards come
+    Rais'd to this greatnes stands,
+    The Queene of forraine lands.
+  Which now euen seemes to face
+    The heau'ns, her glories place:
+    Nought resting vnder Skies
+    That dares affront her eies.
+    So that she needes but feare
+    The weapons _Ioue_ doth beare,
+    Who angrie at one blowe
+    May her quite ouerthrowe.
+
+
+
+
+  Act. 5.
+
+
+  _Cleopatra._ _Euphron._ _Children of Cleopatra._
+  _Charmion._ _Eras._
+
+  _Cleop._
+
+    O cruell Fortune! � accursed lott!
+  O plaguy loue! � most detested brand!
+  O wretched ioyes! � beauties miserable!
+  O deadlie state! � deadly roialtie!
+  O hatefull life! � Queene most lamentable!
+  O _Antonie_ by my fault buriable!
+  O hellish worke of heau'n! alas! the wrath
+  Of all the Gods at once on vs is falne.
+  Vnhappie Queene! � would I in this world
+  The wandring light of day had neuer sene?
+  Alas! of mine the plague and poison I
+  The crowne haue lost my ancestors me left,
+  This Realme I haue to straungers subiect made,
+  And robd my children of their heritage.
+    Yet this is nought (alas!) vnto the price
+  Of you deare husband, whome my snares entrap'd:
+  Of you, whom I haue plagu'd, whom I haue made
+  With bloudie hand a guest of mouldie Tombe:
+  Of you, whome I destroid, of you, deare Lord,
+  Whome I of Empire, honor, life haue spoil'd.
+    O hurtfull woman! and can I yet liue,
+  Yet longer liue in this Ghost-haunted tombe?
+  Can I yet breathe! can yet in such annoy,
+  Yet can my Soule within this bodie dwell?
+  O Sisters you that spinne the thredes of death!
+  O _Styx_! � _Phlegethon_! you brookes of hell!
+  O Impes of _Night_!
+
+          _Euph._ Liue for your childrens sake:
+  Let not your death of kingdome them depriue.
+  Alas what shall they do? who will haue care?
+  Who will preserue this royall race of yours?
+  Who pittie take? euen now me seemes I see
+  These little soules to seruile bondage falne,
+  And borne in triumph.
+
+          _Cl._ Ah most miserable!
+
+  _Euph._ Their tender armes with cursed corde fast bound
+  At their weake backs.
+
+          _Cl._ Ah Gods what pittie more!
+
+  _Eph._ Their seelie necks to ground with weaknesse bend.
+
+  _Cl._ Neuer on vs, good Gods, such mischiefe sende.
+
+  _Euph._ And pointed at with fingers as they go.
+
+  _Cl._ Rather a thousand deaths.
+
+          _Euph._ Lastly his knife
+  Some cruell caytiue in their bloud embrue.
+
+  _Cl._ Ah my heart breaks. By shadie bankes of hell,
+  By fieldes wheron the lonely Ghosts do treade,
+  By my soule, and the soule of _Antonie_
+  I you beseche, _Euphron_, of them haue care.
+  Be their good Father, let your wisedome lett
+  That they fall not into this Tyrants handes.
+  Rather conduct them where their freezed locks
+  Black _�thiopes_ to neighbour Sunne do shewe;
+  On wauie _Ocean_ at the waters will;
+  On barraine cliffes of snowie _Caucasus_;
+  To Tigers swift, to Lions, and to Beares;
+  And rather, rather vnto euery coaste,
+  To eu'rie land and sea: for nought I feare
+  As rage of him, whose thirst no bloud can quench.
+    Adieu deare children, children deare adieu:
+  Good _Isis_ you to place of safetie guide,
+  Farre from our foes, where you your liues may leade
+  In free estate deuoid of seruile dread.
+    Remember not, my children, you were borne
+  Of such a Princelie race: remember not
+  So manie braue Kings which haue _Egipt_ rul'de
+  In right descent your ancestors haue bene:
+  That this great _Antonie_ your Father was,
+  _Hercules_ bloud, and more then he in praise.
+  For your high courage such remembrance will,
+  Seing your fall with burning rages fill.
+    Who knowes if that your hands false _Destinie_
+  The Scepters promis'd of imperiouse _Rome_,
+  In stede of them shall crooked shepehookes beare,
+  Needles or forkes, or guide the carte, or plough?
+  Ah learne t' endure: your birth and high estate
+  Forget, my babes, and bend to force of fate.
+    Farwell, my babes, farwell, my hart is clos'de
+  With pitie and paine, my self with death enclos'de,
+  My breath doth faile. Farwell for euermore,
+  Your Sire and me you shall see neuer more.
+  Farwell swete care, farwell.
+
+          _Chil._ Madame Adieu.
+
+  _Cl._ Ah this voice killes me. Ah good Gods! I swounde.
+  I can no more, I die.
+
+          _Eras._ Madame, alas!
+  And will you yeld to woe? Ah speake to vs.
+
+  _Eup._ Come children.
+
+          _Chil._ We come.
+
+          _Eup._ Follow we our chaunce.
+  The Gods shall guide vs.
+
+          _Char._ O too cruell lott!
+  O too hard chaunce! Sister what shall we do,
+  What shall we do, alas! if murthring darte
+  Of death arriue while that in slumbring swound
+  Half dead she lie with anguish ouergone?
+
+  _Er._ Her face is frozen.
+
+          _Ch._ Madame for Gods loue
+  Leaue vs not thus: bidd vs yet first farwell.
+  Alas! wepe ouer _Antonie_: Let not
+  His bodie be without due rites entomb'de.
+
+  _Cl._ Ah, ah.
+
+          _Char._ Madame.
+
+          _Cle._ Ay me!
+
+          _Cl._ How fainte she is?
+
+  _Cl._ My Sisters, holde me vp. How wretched I,
+  How cursed am! and was ther euer one
+  By Fortunes hate into more dolours throwne?
+    Ah, weeping _Niobe_, although thy hart
+  Beholdes itselfe enwrap'd in causefull woe
+  For thy dead children, that a senceless rocke
+  With griefe become, on _Sipylus_ thou stand'st
+  In endles teares: yet didst thou neuer feele
+  The weights of griefe that on my heart do lie.
+  Thy Children thou, mine I poore soule haue lost,
+  And lost their Father, more then them I waile,
+  Lost this faire realme; yet me the heauens wrathe
+  Into a Stone not yet transformed hath.
+    _Phaetons_ sisters, daughters of the Sunne,
+  Which waile your brother falne into the streames
+  Of stately _Po_: the Gods vpon the bankes
+  Your bodies to banke-louing Alders turn'd.
+  For me, I sigh, I ceasles wepe, and waile,
+  And heauen pittiles laughes at my woe,
+  Reuiues, renewes it still: and in the ende
+  (Oh crueltie!) doth death for comfort lende.
+    Die _Cleopatra_ then, no longer stay
+  From _Antonie_, who thee at _Styx_ attends:
+  Goe ioine thy Ghost with his, and sobbe no more
+  Without his loue within these tombes enclos'd.
+
+  _Eras._ Alas! yet let vs wepe, lest sodaine death
+  From him our teares, and those last duties take
+  Vnto his tombe we owe. _Ch._ Ah let vs wepe
+  While moisture lasts, then die before his feete.
+
+  _Cl._ who furnish will mine eies with streaming teares
+  My boiling anguish worthilie to waile,
+  Waile thee _Antonie_, _Antonie_ my heart?
+  Alas, how much I weeping liquor want!
+  Yet haue mine eies quite drawne their Conduits drie
+  By long beweeping my disastred harmes.
+  Now reason is that from my side they sucke
+  First vitall moisture, then the vitall bloud.
+  Then let the bloud from my sad eies out flowe,
+  And smoking yet with thine in mixture growe.
+  Moist it, and heate it newe, and neuer stopp,
+  All watring thee, while yet remaines one dropp.
+
+  _Cha._ _Antonie_ take our teares: this is the last
+  Of all the duties we to thee can yelde,
+  Before we die.
+
+          _Er._ These sacred obsequies
+  Take _Antony_, and take them in good parte.
+
+  _Cl._ O Goddesse thou whom _Cyprus_ doth adore,
+  _Venus_ of _Paphos_, bent to worke vs harme
+  For olde _Iulus_ broode, if thou take care
+  Of _C�sar_, why of vs tak'st thou no care?
+  _Antonie_ did descend, as well as he,
+  From thine own Sonne by long enchained line:
+  And might haue rul'd by one and self same fate,
+  True _Troian_ bloud, the statelie _Romain_ state.
+  _Antonie_, poore _Antonie_, my deare soule,
+  Now but a blocke, the bootie of a tombe,
+  Thy life, thy heate is lost, thy coullor gone,
+  And hideous palenes on thy face hath seaz'd.
+  Thy eies, two Sunnes, the lodging place of loue,
+  Which yet for tents to warlike _Mars_ did serue,
+  Lock'd vp in lidds (as faire daies cherefull light
+  Which darknesse flies) do winking hide in night.
+    _Antonie_ by our true loues I thee beseche,
+  And by our hearts swete sparks haue sett on fire,
+  Our holy mariage, and the tender ruthe
+  Of our deare babes, knot of our amitie:
+  My dolefull voice thy eare let entertaine,
+  And take me with thee to the hellish plaine,
+  Thy wife, thy frend: heare _Antonie_, � heare
+  My sobbing sighes, if here thou be, or there.
+    Liued thus long, the winged race of yeares
+  Ended I haue as _Destinie_ decreed,
+  Flourish'd and raign'd, and taken iust reuenge
+  Of him who me both hated and despisde.
+  Happie, alas too happie! if of _Rome_
+  Only the fleete had hither neuer come.
+  And now of me an Image great shall goe
+  Vnder the earth to bury there my woe.
+  What say I? where am I? � _Cleopatra_,
+  Poore _Cleopatra_, griefe thy reason reaues.
+  No, no, most happie in this happles case,
+  To die with thee, and dieng thee embrace:
+  My bodie ioynde with thine, my mouth with thine,
+  My mouth, whose moisture burning sighes haue dried:
+  To be in one selfe tombe, and one selfe chest,
+  And wrapt with thee in one selfe sheete to rest.
+    The sharpest torment in my heart I feele
+  Is that I staie from thee, my heart, this while.
+  Die will I straight now, now streight will I die,
+  And streight with thee a wandring shade will be,
+  Vnder the _Cypres_ trees thou haunt'st alone,
+  Where brookes of hell do falling seeme to mone.
+  But yet I stay, and yet thee ouerliue,
+  That ere I die due rites I may thee giue.
+    A thousand sobbes I from my brest will teare,
+  With thousand plaints thy funeralles adorne:
+  My haire shall serue for thy oblations,
+  My boiling teares for thy effusions,
+  Mine eies thy fire: for out of them the flame
+  (Which burnt thy heart on me enamour'd) came.
+    Wepe my companions, wepe, and from your eies
+  Raine downe on him of teares a brinish streame.
+  Mine can no more, consumed by the coales
+  Which from my breast, as from a furnace, rise.
+  Martir your breasts with multiplied blowes,
+  With violent hands teare of your hanging haire,
+  Outrage your face: alas! why should we seeke
+  (Since now we die) our beawties more to kepe?
+    I spent in teares, not able more to spende,
+  But kisse him now, what rests me more to doe?
+  Then lett me kisse you, you faire eies, my light,
+  Front seate of honor, face most fierce, most faire!
+  O neck, � armes, � hands, � breast where death
+  (Oh mischief) comes to choake vp vitall breath.
+  A thousand kisses, thousand thousand more
+  Let you my mouth for honors farewell giue:
+  That in this office weake my limmes may growe,
+  Fainting on you, and fourth my soule may flowe.
+
+
+
+
+At Ramsburie. 26. of Nouember.
+
+1590.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+           *       *       *       *
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+ERRATA
+
+_Discourse_
+
+C2v
+so gredelie it seekes to murther them.
+  _formatting ambiguous: short line, but following word not indented_
+C3
+not withdrawen
+  _no space in printed text_
+C3v
+We folow solitarines, to flie carefulnes.
+  _text reads "carefulues"_
+C4
+applied to mans naturall disposition
+  _text reads "to / to" at line break_
+D
+and this feeles the euill present
+  _text unchanged: error for "thus"?_
+this great and incurable disease of olde age
+  _text reads "iucurable"_
+Dv
+what good I pray can hee haue but onlie
+  _text reads "bnt"_
+D2v
+of the paines we felt at our birth?
+  _question mark printed upside-down)
+
+_Antonius_
+
+Spelling and capitalization are unchanged. Forms such as "Ph�bus" and
+"Ph�nician" (for "Phoebus" and "Phoenician") are used consistently;
+since names are in Roman type, there is no chance of error or ambiguity.
+
+F2v
+Yelded _Pelusium_ on this Countries shore
+  _text reads "_Pelusuim_"_
+F3v
+To see at once so many Romanes there
+  _text reads "Komanes"_
+F4
+Betraies thy loue, thy life alas! betraies
+  _text reads "alas!)"_
+Gv
+(As curse may blessing haue)
+  _text reads ") As"_
+G2v
+Fi'ring a brand
+  _text unchanged_
+H
+No humain force can them withstand, but death.
+  _text reads "bnt"_
+Hv
+_Er._ Feare of a woman troubled so his sprite?
+  _comma for period_
+H2
+If we therin sometimes some faultes commit
+  _no space in printed text_
+Before they be in this our worlde borne:
+  _text reads "wordle"_
+H3
+That giue them vp to aduersaries handes
+  _text reads "adnersaries"_
+H3v
+His legions led to drinke _Euphrates_ streames
+  _text reads "legious"_
+_Ch._ Our first affection to our selfe is due.
+  _second "e" in "selfe" invisible_
+H4
+Yet if his harme by yours redresse might haue,
+  _punctuation unchanged_
+H4v
+And high st ate:
+  _text unchanged: error for "high estate"?_
+I2
+The Allablaster couering of hir face
+  _common variant spelling_
+Yet this is nothing th'e'nchaunting skilles
+  _text unchanged_
+I4v
+Which of my greatnes greatest good receiu'd
+  _text reads "Wbich"_
+_Lu._ So long time you her constant loue haue tri'de.
+  _text reads "Li."_
+K3
+Fortune may chaunge againe,
+  _punctuation unchanged_
+K4v
+She doth frequent _Ballonas_ bloudie trade:
+  _text unchanged: normal spelling "Bellona" occurs later_
+Mv
+_Agr._ What? Robbing his owne countrie of her due
+  _flyspeck or ambiguous punctuation at end of line_
+M3
+_Ag._ What sodaine chaunce thee towards vs hath brought?
+  _text reads "towar ds"_
+M3v
+Accuse the Queene, himselfe of hir lament
+  _text reads "Qneene"_
+M4 [consecutive lines]
+_Dir._ What dost thou more attend?
+  _punctuation at end of line unclear_
+Ah _Antonie_! why dost thou death deferre?
+  _question mark unclear_
+Nv
+_Agr._ But best we sought into the tombe to gett
+  _comma for period_
+N2
+The glorious triumph _Rome_ prepares for me._
+  _invisible period_
+Shall ever civile hate
+  _text reads "bate"_
+N3
+The _Parthians_ fayned flight,
+  _text reads "fligbt"_
+Therby our matchles _Rome_
+  _letter "m" in "Rome" italicized_
+O2v
+That in this office weake my limmes may growe,
+  _initial "T" in "that" not italicized_
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of A Discourse of Life and Death, by Mornay;
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+Title: A Discourse of Life and Death, by Mornay; and  Antonius by Garnier
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+Author: Philippe de  Mornay
+        Robert Garnier
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+<p>The original text, printed in 1592, did not number the pages
+consecutively. Instead it labeled the recto (odd, right-hand) pages of
+the first three leaves of each signature: pages 1, 3, 5 in each group of
+eight. These will appear in the right margin as A, A2, A3... Page
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+<span class = "pagenum silent">[A]</span>
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+<h3>A</h3>
+<h1>Diſcourſe of Life</h1>
+<h4><i>and Death</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4 class = "space">Written in French by <i>Ph.</i></h4>
+<h4><i>Mornay</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>Antonius,</h4>
+<h4><i>A Tragœdie written also in French</i></h4>
+<h5>by <i>Ro. Garnier</i>.</h5>
+
+<h4 class = "space">Both done in Engliſh by the</h4>
+<h5><i>Counteße of Pembroke</i>.</h5>
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+<h6>AT LONDON,</h6>
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+<h4>Printed for <i>William Ponsonby</i>.</h4>
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+<h6>1592.</h6>
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+<h3>A Diſcourſe of Life and Death,</h3>
+
+<h4>Written in French by <i>Ph. Mornay</i>.</h4>
+
+<h5><i>Sieur du Pleßis Marly</i>.</h5>
+
+
+<p class = "begin">
+<img src = "images/capI.png" width = "180" height = "177"
+align = "left" alt = "I (It)" title = "I (It)">T seemes to mee strange,
+and a thing much to be marueiled, that the laborer to repose himselfe
+hasteneth as it were the course of the Sunne: that the Mariner rowes
+with all force to attayne the porte, and with a ioyfull crye salutes the
+descryed land: that the traueiler is neuer quiet nor content till he be
+at the ende of his voyage: and that wee in the meane while tied in this
+world to a perpetuall taske, tossed with continuall tempest, tyred with
+a rough and combersome way, cannot yet see the ende of our labour but
+with griefe, nor behold our porte but with teares, nor approch our home
+and quiet abode but with horrour and trembling. This life is but a
+<i>Penelopes</i> web, wherein we are alwayes doing and vndoing:
+a&nbsp;sea open to all windes, which sometime within, sometime without
+neuer cease to torment&nbsp;vs: a&nbsp;weary iorney through extreame
+heates, and coldes, ouer high mountaynes, steepe rockes, and theeuish
+deserts. And so we terme it in weauing at this web, in rowing at this
+oare, in passing
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[A2v]</span>
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+this miserable way. Yet loe when death comes to ende our worke, when she
+stretcheth out her armes to pull vs into the porte, when after so many
+dangerous passages, and lothsome lodgings she would conduct vs to our
+true home and resting place: in steede of reioycing at the ende of our
+labour, of taking comfort at the sight of our land, of singing at the
+approch of our happie mansion, we would faine, (who would
+beleeue&nbsp;it?) retake our worke in hand, we would againe hoise saile
+to the winde, and willinglie vndertake our iourney anew. No more then
+remember we our paines, our shipwracks and dangers are forgotten: we
+feare no more the trauailes nor the theeues. Contrarywise, we apprehende
+death as an extreame payne, we doubt it as a rocke, we flye it as a
+theefe. We doe as litle children, who all the day complayne, and when
+the medicine is brought them, are no longer sicke: as they who all the
+weeke long runne vp and downe the streetes with payne of the teeth, and
+seeing the Barber comming to pull them out, feele no more payne: as
+those tender and delicate bodyes, who in a pricking pleurisie complaine,
+crie out, and cannot stay for a Surgion, and when they see him whetting
+his Launcet to cut the throate of the disease, pull in their armes, and
+hide them in the bed, as, if he were come to kill them. We feare more
+the cure then the disease, the surgion then the paine, the stroke then
+the impostume. We haue more sence of the medicins bitternes soone gone,
+then of a bitter languishing long continued: more feeling of death the
+end of our miseries, then the endlesse misery of our life. And whence
+proceedeth this folly and simplicitie? we neyther knowe life, nor death.
+We feare that we ought to hope for, and wish for that we ought to feare.
+We call life a continuall death: and death the issue of a liuing death,
+and the entrance of a neuer dying life. Now what good, I&nbsp;pray you,
+is there in life, that we should
+<span class = "pagenum">A3</span>
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+so much pursue&nbsp;it? or what euill is there in death, that we should
+so much eschue&nbsp;it? Nay what euill is there not in life? and what
+good is there not in death? Consider all the periods of this life. We
+enter it in teares; we passe it in sweate, we ende it in sorow. Great
+and litle, ritch and poore, not one in the whole world, that can pleade
+immunitie from this condition. Man in this point worse then all other
+creatures, is borne vnable to support himselfe: neither receyuing in his
+first yeeres any pleasure, nor giuing to others but annoy and
+displeasure, and before the age of discretion passing infinite dangers.
+Only herein lesse vnhappy then in other ages, that he hath no sence nor
+apprehension of his vnhappines. Now is there any so weake minded, that
+if it were graunted him to liue alwayes a childe, would make accompt of
+such a life? So then it is euident that not simplie to liue is a good,
+but well and happilie to liue. But proceede. Growes&nbsp;he? with him
+growe his trauailes. Scarcely is he come out of his nurses hands,
+scarcely knowes he what it is to play, but he falleth into the
+subiection of some Schoolemaister: I&nbsp;speake but of those which are
+best and most precisely brought&nbsp;vp. Studies&nbsp;he? it is euer
+with repining. Playes&nbsp;he? neuer but with feare. This whole age
+while he is vnder the charge of an other, is vnto him but as a prison.
+He only thinks, and only aspires to that time when freed from the
+mastership of another, he may become maister of himselfe: pushing onward
+(as much as in him lies) his age with his shoulder, that soone he may
+enioy his hoped libertie. In short, he desires nothing more then the
+ende of this base age, and the beginning of his youth. And what else I
+pray you is the beginning of youth, but the death of infancy? the
+beginning of manhood, but the death of youth? the beginning of to morow,
+but the death of to day? In this sort then desires he his death, and
+iudgeth his life miserable: and so
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[A3v]</span>
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+cannot be reputed in any happines or contentment. Behold him now,
+according to his wish, at libertie: in that age, wherein <i>Hercules</i>
+had the choise, to take the way of vertue or of vice, reason or passion
+for his guide, and of these two must take one. His passion entertains
+him with a thousand delights, prepares for him a thousand baites,
+presents him with a thousand worldly pleasures to surprize him: and fewe
+there are that are not beguiled. But at the reconings ende what
+pleasures are they? pleasures full of vice which hold him still in a
+restles feauer: pleasures subiect to repentance, like sweete meates of
+hard disgestion: pleasures bought with paine and perill, spent and past
+in a moment, and followed with a long and lothsome remorse of
+conscience. And this is the very nature (if they be well examined) of
+all the pleasures of this world. There is in none so much sweetenes, but
+there is more bitternes: none so pleasant to the mouth, but leaues an
+vnsauery after taste and lothsome disdaine: none (which is worse) so
+moderated but hath his corosiue, and caries his punishment in it selfe.
+I&nbsp;will not heere speake of the displeasures confessed by all, as
+quarells, debates, woundes, murthers, banishments, sicknes, perils,
+whereinto sometimes the incontinencie, sometimes the insolencie of this
+ill guided age conductes him. But if those that seem pleasures, be
+nothing else but displeasures: if the sweetnes thereof be as an infusion
+of wormewood: it is plaine enough what the displeasure is they feele,
+and how great the bitternes that they taste. Behold in summe the life of
+a yong man, who rid of the gouernment of his parents and maisters,
+abandons himselfe to all libertie or rather bondage of his passion:
+which right like an vncleane spirit possessing him, casts him now into
+the water, now into the fire: sometimes caries him cleane ouer a rocke,
+and sometime flings him headlong to the bottome. Now if he take and
+followe
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[A4]</span>
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+reason for his guide, beholde on the other part wonderfull difficulties:
+he must resolue to fight in euery part of the field: at euery step to be
+in conflict, and at handstrokes, as hauing his enemy in front, in
+flanke, and on the reareward, neuer leauing to assaile him. And what
+enemy? all that can delight him, all that he sees neere, or farre off:
+briefly the greatest enemy of the world, the world it selfe. But which
+is worse, a&nbsp;thousand treacherous and dangerous intelligences among
+his owne forces, and his passion within himselfe desperate: which in
+that age growne to the highest, awaits but time, houre, and occasion to
+surprize him, and cast him into all viciousnes. God only and none other,
+can make him choose this way: God only can hold him in it to the ende:
+God only can make him victorious in all his combats. And well we see how
+fewe they are that enter into&nbsp;it, and of those fewe, how many that
+retire againe. Follow the one way, or follow the other, he must either
+subiect himselfe to a tyrannicall passion, or vndertake a weery and
+continuall combate, willingly cast himselfe to destruction, or fetter
+himselfe as it were in stockes, easily sincke with the course of the
+water, or painefully swimme against the streame. Loe here the young man,
+who in his youth hath drunke his full draught of the worlds vaine and
+deceiuable pleasures, ouertaken by them with such a dull heauines, and
+astonishment, as drunkards the morow after a feast: either so out of
+taste, that he will no more, or so glutted, that he can no more: not
+able without griefe to speake, or thinke of them. Loe him that stoutly
+hath made resistance: he feeles himselfe so weery, and with this
+continuall conflict so brused and broken, that either he is vpon the
+point to yeeld himselfe, or content to dye, and so acquit himselfe. And
+this is all the good, all the contentment of this florishing age, by
+children so earnestlie desired, and by old folkes so hartely lamented.
+Now
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[A4v]</span>
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+commeth that which is called perfit age, in the which men haue no other
+thoughts, but to purchase themselues wisedome and rest. Perfit in deede,
+but herein only perfit, that all imperfections of humane nature, hidden
+before vnder the simplicitie of childhood, or the lightnes of youth,
+appeere at this age in their perfection. We speake of none in this place
+but such as are esteemed the wisest, and most happie in the conceit of
+the world. We played as you haue seene in feare: our short pleasures
+were attended on with long repentance. Behold, now present themselues to
+vs auarice, and ambition, promising if wee will adore them, perfect
+contentmẽt of the goods and honors of this world. And surely there are
+none, but the true children of the Lord, who by the faire illusions of
+the one or the other cast not themselues headlong from the top of the
+pinnacle. But in the ende, what is all this contentment? The couetous
+man makes a thousand voiages by sea and by lande: runnes a thousand
+fortunes: escapes a thousand shipwrackes in perpetuall feare and
+trauell: and many times he either looseth his time, or gaineth nothing
+but sicknesses, goutes, and oppilations for the time to come. In the
+purchase of this goodly repose, he bestoweth his true rest: and to gaine
+wealth looseth his life. Suppose he hath gained in good quantitie: that
+he hath spoiled the whole East of pearles, and drawen dry all the mines
+of the West: will he therefore be setled in quiet? can he say that he is
+content? All charges and iourneys past, by his passed paines he heapeth
+vp but future disquietnes both of minde and body: from one trauell
+falling into another, neuer ending, but changing his miseries. He
+desired to haue them, and now feares to loose them: he got them with
+burning ardour, and possesseth in trembling colde: he aduentured among
+theeues to seeke them, and hauing found them, theeues and robbers on all
+sides, runne mainely on
+<span class = "pagenum">B</span>
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+him: he laboured to dig them out of the earth, and now is enforced to
+redig, and rehide them. Finally comming from all his voiages he comes
+into a prison: and for an ende of his bodely trauels, is taken with
+endlesse trauails of the minde. And what at length hath this poore soule
+attained after so many miseries? This Deuill of couetise by his
+illusions, and enchantments, beares him in hand that he hath some rare
+and singuler thing: and so it fareth with him, as with those seely
+creatures, whome the Deuill seduceth vnder couler of releeuing their
+pouertie, who finde their hands full of leaues, supposing to finde them
+full of crownes. He possesseth or rather is possessed by a thing,
+wherein is neither force nor vertue: more vnprofitable, and more base,
+then the least hearbe of the earth. Yet hath he heaped togither this
+vile excrement, and so brutish is growne, as therewith to crowne his
+head, which naturally he should tread vnder his feete. But howsoeuer
+it&nbsp;be, is he therewith content? Nay contrarywise lesse now, then
+euer. We commend most those drinks that breede an alteration, and
+soonest extinguish thyrst: and those meates, which in least quantitie do
+longest resist hunger. Now hereof the more a man drinkes, the more he is
+a thirst, the more he eates, the more an hungred: It is a dropsie, (and
+as they tearme&nbsp;it) the dogs hunger: sooner may he burst then be
+satisfied. And which is worse, so strange in some is this thyrst, that
+it maketh them dig the pits, and painefully drawe the water, and after
+will not suffer them to drinke. In the middest of a riuer they are dry
+with thirst: and on a heape of corne cry out of famine: they haue goodes
+and dare not vse them: they haue ioyes it seemes, and do not enioy them:
+they neither haue for themselues, nor for another: but of all they haue,
+they haue nothing: and yet haue want of all they haue not. Let vs then
+returne to that, that the attaining of all these deceiuable goods is
+nothing else
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[Bv]</span>
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+but weerines of body, and the possession for the most part, but weerines
+of the minde: which certenly is so much the greater, as is more
+sensible, more subtile, and more tender the soule then the body. But the
+heape of all misery is when they come to loose them: when either
+shipwracke, or sacking, or inuasion, or fire, or such like calamities,
+to which these fraile things are subiect, doth take and cary them from
+them. Then fall they to cry, to weepe, and to torment themselues, as
+little children that haue lost their play-game, which notwithstanding is
+nothing worth. One cannot perswade them, that mortall men haue any other
+good in this world, but that which is mortall. They are in their owne
+conceits not only spoyled, but altogither flayed. And for asmuch as in
+these vaine things they haue fixed all their hope, hauing lost them,
+they fall into despaire, out of the which commonly they cannot be
+withdrawen. And which is more, all that they haue not gained according
+to the accompts they made, they esteeme lost: all that which turnes them
+not to great and extraordinary profit, they accompt as damage: whereby
+we see some fall into such despaire, as they cast away themselues. In
+short, the recompence that Couetise yeelds those that haue serued it all
+their life, is oftentimes like that of the Deuill: whereof the
+ende&nbsp;is, that after a small time hauing gratified his disciples,
+either he giues them ouer to a hangman, or himselfe breakes their
+neckes. I&nbsp;will not heere discourse of the wickednes and mischiefes
+wherevnto the couetous men subiect themselues to attaine to these
+goodes, whereby their conscience is filled with a perpetuall remorse,
+which neuer leaues them in quiet: sufficeth that in this ouer vehement
+exercise, which busieth and abuseth the greatest part of the world, the
+body is slaine, the minde is weakened, the soule is lost without any
+pleasure or contentment.</p>
+
+<p>Come we to ambition, which by a greedines of honor
+<span class = "pagenum">B2</span>
+<!-- png 011 -->
+fondly holdeth occupied the greatest persons. Thinke we there to finde
+more? nay rather lesse. As the one deceiueth&nbsp;vs, geuing vs for all
+our trauaile, but a vile excrement of the earth: so the other
+repayes&nbsp;vs, but with smoke and winde: the rewards of this being as
+vaine, as those of that were grosse. Both in the one and the other, we
+fall into a bottomles pit; but into this the fall by so much the more
+dangerous, as at the first shewe, the water is more pleasant and cleare.
+Of those that geue themselues to courte ambition, some are great about
+Princes, others commanders of Armies: both sorts according to their
+degree, you see saluted, reuerenced, and adored of those that are vnder
+them. You see them appareled in purple, in scarlet, and in cloth of
+gould: it seemes at first sight there is no contentment in the world but
+theirs. But men knowe not how heauy an ounce of that vaine honor
+weighes, what those reuerences cost them, and how dearely they pay for
+an ell of those rich stuffes: who knewe them well, would neuer buy them
+at the price. The one hath attained to this degree, after a long and
+painefull seruice hazarding his life vpon euery occasion, with losse
+ofttimes of a legge or an arme, and that at the pleasure of a Prince,
+that more regards a hundred perches of ground on his neighbours
+frontiers, then the liues of a hundred thousand such as&nbsp;he:
+vnfortunate to serue who loues him not: and foolish to thinke himselfe
+in honor with him, that makes so litle reckening to loose him for a
+thing of no worth. Others growe vp by flattering a Prince, and long
+submitting their toongs and hands to say and doe without difference
+whatsoeuer they will haue them: wherevnto a good minde can neuer
+commaund it selfe. They shall haue indured a thousand iniuries, receiued
+a thousand disgraces, and as neere as they seeme about the Prince, they
+are neuertheles alwayes as the Lions keeper, who by long patience, a
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[B2v]</span>
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+thousand feedings and a thousand clawings hath made a fierce Lion
+familiar, yet geues him neuer meate, but with pulling backe his hand,
+alwayes in feare least he should catch him: and if once in a yere he
+bites him, he sets it so close, that he is paid for a long time after.
+Such is the ende of all princes fauorites. When a Prince after long
+breathings hath raised a man to great height, he makes it his pastime,
+at what time he seemes to be at the top of his trauaile, to cast him
+downe at an instant: when he hath filled him with all wealth, he wrings
+him after as a sponge: louing none but himself, and thinking euery one
+made, but to serue, and please him. These blinde courtiers make
+themselues beleeue, that they haue freends, and many that honor them:
+neuer considering that as they make semblance to loue, and honor euery
+body, so others do by them. Their superiors disdaine them, and neuer but
+with scorne do so much as salute them. Their inferiors salute them
+because they haue neede of them (I&nbsp;meane of their fortune, of their
+foode, of their apparell, not of their person) and for their equalls
+betweene whome commonly friendship consistes, they enuy each other,
+accuse each other, crosse each other; continually greeued either at
+their owne harme, or at others good. Nowe what greater hell is there,
+what greater torment, then enuie? which in truth is nought else but a
+feauer <i>Hectique</i> of the mind: so they are vtterly frustrate of all
+frendship, euer iudged by the wisest the chiefe and soueraigne good
+among men. Will you see it more clearely? Let but fortune turne her
+backe, euery man turnes from them: let her frowne; euery man lookes
+aside on them: let them once be disroabed of their triumphall garment,
+no body will any more knowe them. Againe, let there be apparelled in it
+the most vnworthie, and infamous whatsoeuer: euen he without difficultie
+by vertue of his robe, shall inherit all the honours the other had done
+him. In the
+<span class = "pagenum">B3</span>
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+meane time they are puffed&nbsp;vp, and growe proude, as the Asse which
+caried the image of <i>Isis</i> was for the honors done to the Goddesse,
+and regard not that it is the fortune they carry which is honored, not
+themselues, on whome as on Asses, many times she will be caried. But you
+will say: At least so long as that fortune endured, they were at ease,
+and had their contentment, and who hath three or foure or more yeeres of
+happy time, hath not bin all his life vnhappie. True, if this be to be
+at ease continually to feare to be cast downe from that degree,
+wherevnto they are raised: and dayly to desire with great trauaile to
+clime yet higher. Those (my friend) whome thou takest so well at their
+ease, because thou seest them but without, are within farre otherwise.
+They are faire built prisons, full within of deepe ditches, and
+dungeons: full of darkenes, serpents and torments. Thou supposest them
+lodged at large, and they thinke their lodgings straite. Thou thinkest
+them very high, and they thinke themselues very lowe. Now as sicke
+is&nbsp;he, and many times more sicke, who thinkes himselfe&nbsp;so,
+then who in deed&nbsp;is. Suppose them to be Kings: if they thinke
+themselues slaues, they are no better: for what are we but by opinion?
+you see them well followed and attended: and euen those whome they haue
+chosen for their guard, they distrust. Alone or in company euer they are
+in feare. Alone they looke behinde them: in company they haue an eye on
+euery side of them. They drinke in gould and siluer; but in those, not
+in earth or glasse is poison prepared and dronke. They haue their beds
+soft and well made: when they lay them to sleepe you shall not heare a
+mouse stur in the chamber: not so much as a flie shall come neere their
+faces. Yet neuertheles, where the countreyman sleepes at the fall of a
+great riuer, at the noise of a market, hauing no other bed but the
+earth, nor couering but the heauens, these in the middest of all this
+silence
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[B3v]</span>
+<!-- png 014 -->
+and delicacie, do nothing but turne from side to side, it seemes still
+that they heare some body, there rest it selfe is without rest. Lastly,
+will you knowe what the diuersitie is betwene the most hardly intreated
+prisoners and them? both are inchained, both loaden with fetters, but
+that the one hath them of iron, the other of gould, and that the one is
+tied but by the body, the other by the mind. The prisoner drawes his
+fetters after him, the courtier weareth his vpon him. The prisoners
+minde sometimes comforts the paine of his body, and sings in the midst
+of his miseries: the courtier tormented in minde weerieth incessantly
+his body, and can neuer giue it rest. And as for the contentment you
+imagine they haue, you are therein yet more deceiued. You iudge and
+esteeme them great, because they are raised high: but as fondly, as who
+should iudge a dwarfe great, for being set on a tower, or on the top of
+a mountaine. You measure (so good a Geometrician you are) the image with
+his base, which were conuenient, to knowe his true height, to be
+measured by itselfe: whereas you regard not the height of the image, but
+the height of the place it stands vpon. You deeme them great (if in this
+earth there can be greatnes, which in respect of the whole heauens is
+but a point.) But could you enter into their mindes, you would iudge,
+that neither they are great, true greatnes consisting in contempt of
+those vaine greatnesses, wherevnto they are slaues: nor seeme vnto
+themselues&nbsp;so, seeing dayly they are aspiring higher, and neuer
+where they would&nbsp;be. Some one sets downe a bound in his minde.
+Could I attaine to such a degree, loe, I&nbsp;were content: I&nbsp;would
+then rest my selfe. Hath he attained&nbsp;it? he geues himselfe not so
+much as a breathing: he would yet ascend higher. That which is beneath
+he counts a toy: it is in his opinion but one step. He reputes himselfe
+lowe, because there is some one higher, in stead of reputing himselfe
+high, because
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[B4]</span>
+<!-- png 015 -->
+there are a million lower. And so high he climes at last, that either
+his breath failes him by the way, or he slides from the top to the
+bottome. Or if he get vp by all his trauaile, it is but as to finde
+himselfe on the top of the Alpes: not aboue the cloudes, windes and
+stormes: but rather at the deuotion of lightnings, and tempests, and
+whatsoeuer else horrible, and dangerous is engendred, and conceiued in
+the aire: which most commonly taketh pleasure to thunderbolt and dash
+into pouder that proude height of theirs. It may be herein you will
+agree with&nbsp;me, by reason of the examples wherewith both histories,
+and mens memories are full. But say you, such at least whome nature hath
+sent into the world with crownes on their heads, and scepters in their
+hands: such as from their birth she hath set in that height, as they
+neede take no paine to ascend: seeme without controuersie exempt from
+all these iniuries, and by consequence may call themselues happie. It
+may be in deed they feele lesse such incommodities, hauing bene borne,
+bred and brought vp among them: as one borne neere the downfalls of
+<i>Nilus</i> becomes deafe to the sound: in prison, laments not the want
+of libertie: among the <i>Cimmerians</i> in perpetuall night, wisheth
+not for day: on the top of the Alpes, thinks not straunge of the mistes,
+the tempests, the snowes, and the stormes. Yet free doubtles they are
+not whẽ the lightening often blasteth a flowre of their crownes, or
+breakes their scepter in their handes: when a drift of snowe ouerwhelmes
+them; when a miste of heauines, and griefe continually blindeth their
+wit, and vnderstanding. Crowned they are in deede, but with a crowne of
+thornes. They beare a scepter: but it is of a reede, more then any thing
+in the world pliable, and obedient to all windes: it being so far off
+that such a crowne can cure the maigrims of the minde, and such a
+scepter keepe off and fray away the griefs and cares which houer
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[B4v]</span>
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+about them: that it is contrariwise the crowne that brings them, and the
+scepter which from all partes attracts them. O&nbsp;crowne, said the
+Persian Monarch, who knewe howe heauy thou sittest on the head, would
+not vouchsafe to take thee&nbsp;vp, though he found thee in his way.
+This Prince it seemed gaue fortune to the whole world, distributed vnto
+men haps and mishaps at his pleasure: could in show make euery man
+content: himselfe in the meane while freely confessing, that in the
+whole world, which he held in his hand there was nothing but griefe, and
+vnhappines. And what will all the rest tell&nbsp;vs, if they list to
+vtter what they found? We will not aske them who haue concluded a
+miserable life with a dishonorable death: who haue beheld their
+kingdomes buried before them, and haue in great misery long ouerliued
+their greatnes. Not of <i>Dionyse</i> of <i>Sicill</i>, more content
+with a handfull of twigs to whip little children of <i>Corinth</i> in a
+schoole, then with the scepter, where with he had beaten all
+<i>Sicill</i>: nor of <i>Sylla</i>, who hauing robbed the whole state of
+<i>Rome</i>, which had before robbed the whole world, neuer found meanes
+of rest in himselfe, but by robbing himselfe of his owne estate, with
+incredible hazard both of his power and authoritie. But demaund we the
+opinion of King <i>Salomon</i>, a&nbsp;man indued with singuler gifts of
+God, rich and welthie of all things: who sought for treasure from the
+Iles. He will teach vs by a booke of purpose, that hauing tried all the
+felicities of the earth, he found nothing but vanitie, trauaile, and
+vexation of spirit. Aske we the Emperour <i>Augustus</i>, who peaceably
+possessed the whole world. He will bewaile his life past, and among
+infinite toiles wish for the rest of the meanest man of the earth:
+accounting that day most happy, when he might vnloade himselfe of this
+insupportable greatnes to liue quietly among the least. Of
+<i>Tiberius</i> his successor, he will confesse vnto&nbsp;vs, that he
+holdes the Empire as a
+<span class = "pagenum">C</span>
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+wolfe by the eares, and that (if without danger of biting he might) he
+would gladly let it goe: complayning on fortune for lifting him so high,
+and then taking away the ladder, that he could not come downe agayne. Of
+<i>Dioclesian</i>, a&nbsp;Prince of so great wisedome and vertue in the
+opinion of the world: he will preferre his voluntary banishment at
+<i>Salona</i>, before all the Romaine Empire. Finally, the Emperour
+Charles the fifth, esteemed by our age the most happy that hath liued
+these many ages: he will curse his conquestes, his victories, his
+triumphes: and not be ashamed to confesse that farre more good in
+comparison he hath felt in one day of his Monkish solitarines, then in
+all his triumphant life. Now shall we thinke those happie in this
+imaginate greatnes, who themselues thinke themselues vnhappie? seeking
+their happines in lessening themselues, and not finding in the world one
+place to rest this greatnes, or one bed quietly to sleepe&nbsp;in?
+Happie is he only who in minde liues contented: and he most of all
+vnhappie, whome nothing he can haue can content. Then miserable
+<i>Pyrrhus</i> King of <i>Albanie</i>, who would winne all the world, to
+winne (as he sayd) rest: and went so farre to seeke that which was so
+neere him. But more miserable <i>Alexander</i>, that being borne King of
+a great Realme, and Conqueror almost of the earth, sought for more
+worlds to satisfye his foolish ambition, within three dayes content,
+with sixe foote of grounde. To conclude, are they borne on the highest
+Alpes? they seeke to scale heauen. Haue they subdued all the Kings of
+the earth? they haue quarels to pleade with God, and indeuour to treade
+vnder foote his kingdome. They haue no end nor limit, till God laughing
+at their vaine purposes, when they thinke themselues at the last step,
+thunderstriketh all this presumption, breaking in shiuers their scepters
+in their hands, and oftentimes intrapping them in their owne crownes. At
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[C2]</span>
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+a word, whatsoeuer happines can be in that ambition promiseth, is but
+suffering much ill, to get ill. Men thinke by dayly climing higher to
+plucke themselues out of this ill, and the height wherevnto they so
+painefully aspire, is the height of misery it selfe. I&nbsp;speake not
+heere of the wretchednes of them, who all their life haue held out their
+cap to receiue the almes of court fortune, and can get nothing, often
+with incredible heart griefe, seeing some by lesse paines taken haue
+riches fall into their hands: of them, who iustling one an other to
+haue&nbsp;it, loose&nbsp;it, and cast it into the hands of a third: Of
+those, who holding it in their hands to hold it faster, haue lost it
+through their fingers. Such by all men are esteemed vnhappie, and are
+indeed&nbsp;so, because they iudge themselues&nbsp;so. It sufficeth that
+all these liberalities which the Deuill casteth vs as out at a windowe,
+are but baites: all these pleasures but embushes: and that he doth but
+make his sport of&nbsp;vs, who striue one with another for such things,
+as most vnhappie is&nbsp;he, that hath best hap to finde them. Well now,
+you will say, the Couetouse in all his goodes, hath no good: the
+Ambitious at the best he can&nbsp;be, is but ill. But may there not be
+some, who supplying the place of Iustice, or being neere about a Prince,
+may without following such vnbrideled passions, pleasantly enioy their
+goodes, ioyning honor with rest and contentment of minde? Surely in
+former ages (there yet remayning among men some sparkes of sinceritie)
+in some sort it might be&nbsp;so: but being of that composition they
+nowe are, I&nbsp;see not how it may be in any sorte. For deale you in
+affayres of estate in these times, either you shall do well, or you
+shall do ill. If ill, you haue God for your enemy, and your owne
+conscience for a perpetually tormenting executioner. If well, you haue
+men for your enemies, and of men the greatest: whose enuie and malice
+will spie you out, and
+<span class = "pagenum">C2</span>
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+whose crueltie and tyrannie will euermore threaten you. Please the
+people you please a beast: and pleasing such, ought to be displeasing to
+your selfe. Please your selfe, you displease God: please him, you incurr
+a thousand dangers in the world, with purchase of a thousand
+displeasures. Whereof it growes, that if you could heare the talke of
+the wisest and least discontent of this kinde of men, whether they
+speake aduisedly, or their words passe them by force of truth, one would
+gladly change garment with his tenaunt: an other preacheth how goodly an
+estate it is to haue nothing: a&nbsp;third complaining that his braines
+are broken with the noise of Courte or Pallace, hath no other thought,
+but as soone as he may to retire himself thence. So that you shall not
+see any but is displeased with his owne calling, and enuieth that of an
+other: readie neuerthelesse to repent him, if a man should take him at
+his word. None but is weerie of the bussinesses wherevnto his age is
+subiect, and wisheth not to be elder, to free himselfe of them: albeit
+otherwise hee keepeth of olde age as much as in him lyeth.</p>
+
+<p>What must we then doe in so great a contrarietie and confusion of
+mindes? Must wee to fynde true humanitie, flye the societie of men, and
+hide vs in forrestes among wilde beastes? to auoyde these vnrulie
+passions, eschue the assemblye of creatures supposed reasonable? to
+plucke vs out of the euills of the world, sequester our selues from the
+world? Coulde wee in so dooing liue at rest, it were something.</p>
+
+<p>But alas! men cannot take heerein what parte they woulde: and euen
+they which&nbsp;do, finde not there all the rest they sought for. Some
+would gladly doo, but shame of the world recalls them. Fooles to be
+ashamed of what in their heartes they condemne: and more fooles to be
+aduised by the greatest enemye
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[C2v]</span>
+<!-- png 020 -->
+they can or ought to haue. Others are borne in hande that they ought to
+serue the publique, not marking that who counsell them serue only
+themselues: and that the more parte would not much seeke the publique,
+but that they founde their owne particular. Some are told, that by their
+good example they may amende others: and consider not that a hundred
+sound men, euen Phisitions themselues, may sooner catch the plague in an
+infected towne, then one be healed: that it is but to tempt God, to
+enter therein: that against so contagious an aire there is no
+preseruatiue, but in getting farre from&nbsp;it. Finally, that as litle
+as the freshe waters falling into the sea, can take from it his saltnes:
+so little can one <i>Lot</i> or two, or three, reforme a court of
+<i>Sodome</i>. And as concerning the wisest, who no lesse carefull for
+their soules, then bodies, seeke to bring them into a sound and
+wholesome ayre, farre from the infection of wickednes: and who led by
+the hande of some Angell of God, retire themselues in season, as
+<i>Lot</i> into some little village of <i>Segor</i>, out of the
+corruption of the world, into some countrie place from the infected
+townes, there quietlie employing the tyme in some knowledge and serious
+contemplation: I&nbsp;willinglie yeeld they are in a place of lesse
+daunger, yet because they carie the danger, in themselues, not
+absolutelie exempt from danger. They flie the court, and a court folowes
+them on all sides: they endeuoure to escape the world, and the world
+pursues them to death. Hardly in this world can they finde a place where
+the world findes them not: so gredelie it seekes to murther them.<br>
+<!-- not justified, possible para break?-->
+<ins class = "correction" title = "paragraph break uncertain">And
+if</ins> by some speciall grace of God they seeme for a while free from
+these daungers, they haue some pouertie that troubles them, some
+domesticall debate that torments them, or some familiar spirit that
+tempts them: brieflie the world dayly in some
+<span class = "pagenum">C3</span>
+<!-- png 021 -->
+sorte or other makes it selfe felt of them. But the worst&nbsp;is, when
+we are out of these externall warres and troubles, we finde greater
+ciuill warre within our selues: the flesh against the spirite, passion
+against reason, earth against heauen, the worlde within vs fighting for
+the world, euermore so lodged in the botome of our owne hearts, that on
+no side we can flie from&nbsp;it. I&nbsp;will say more: he makes
+profession to flie the worlde, who seekes thereby the praise of the
+worlde: hee faineth to runne away, who according to the prouerbe, By
+drawing backe sets himselfe forward: he refuseth honors, that would
+thereby be prayed to take them: and hides him from men to the ende they
+shoulde come to seeke him. So the world often harbours in disguised
+attire among them that flie the world. This is an abuse. But follow wee
+the company of men, the worlde hath his court among them: seeke we the
+Deserts, it hath there his dennes and places of resorte, and in the
+Desert it selfe tempteth Christ Iesus. Retire wee our selues into our
+selues, we find it there as vncleane as any where. Wee can not make the
+worlde die in&nbsp;vs, but by dieng our selues. We are in the world, and
+the worlde in&nbsp;vs, and to seperate vs from the worlde, wee must
+seperate vs from our selues. Nowe this seperation is called Death. Wee
+are, wee thinke, come out of the contagious citie, but wee are not
+aduised that we haue sucked the bad aire, that wee carry the plague
+with&nbsp;vs, that we so participate with&nbsp;it, that through rockes,
+through desarts, through mountaines, it euer accompanieth&nbsp;vs.
+Hauing auoyded the contagion of others, yet we haue it in our selues. We
+haue withdrawen vs out of men: but <ins class = "correction" title = "no space in printed text">not withdrawen</ins> man out of&nbsp;vs. The
+tempestuous sea torments&nbsp;vs: we are grieued at the heart, and
+desirous to vomit: and to be discharged thereof, we remoue out of one
+ship into another, from a greater to a lesse: we promise our selues rest
+in vaine: they being always the same
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[C3v]</span>
+<!-- png 022 -->
+winds that blow, the same waues that swel, the same humors that are
+stirred. To al no other port, no other mean of tranquilitie but only
+death. We were sicke in a chamber neere the street, or neere the market:
+we caused our selues to be carried into some backer closet, where the
+noise was not so great. But though there the noise was lesse: yet was
+the feauer there neuerthelesse: and thereby lost nothing of his heate.
+Change bedde, chamber, house, country, againe and againe: we shall euery
+where finde the same vnrest, because euery where we finde our selues:
+and seek not so much to be others, as to be other wheres. We folow
+solitarines, to flie <ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘carefulues’">carefulnes</ins>. We retire vs (so say&nbsp;we) from the
+wicked: but cary with vs our auarice, our ambition, our riotousnes, all
+our corrupt affectiõs: which breed in vs 1000. remorses, &amp; 1000.
+times each day bring to our remembrance the garlike &amp; onions of
+<i>Egipt</i>. Daily they passe the Ferry with&nbsp;vs: so that both on
+this side, and beyond the water, we are in continual combat. Now could
+we cassere this cõpany, which eats and gnaws our mind, doubtles we
+should be at rest, not in solitarines onely, but euen in the thicket of
+men. For the life of mã vpon earth is but a continual warfare. Are we
+deliuered from externall practizes? Wee are to take heed of internall
+espials. Are the Greekes gone away? We haue a <i>Sinon</i> within, that
+wil betray them the place. Wee must euer be waking, hauing an eie to the
+watch, and weapons in our hands, if wee will not euery houre be
+surprised, &amp; giuen vp to the wil of our enimies. And how at last can
+we escape? Not by the woodes, by the riuers, nor by the mountaines: not
+by throwing our selues into a presse, nor by thrusting our selues into a
+hole. One only meane there&nbsp;is, which is death: which in ende
+seperating our spirite from our flesh, the pure and clean part of our
+soule from the vncleane, which within vs euermore bandeth it selfe for
+the worlde, appeaseth by this seperation that, which conioyned in one
+and the
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[C4]</span>
+<!-- png 023 -->
+same person coulde not, without vtter choaking of the spirit, but be in
+perpetuall contention.</p>
+
+<p>And as touching the contentment that may be in the exercises of the
+wisest men in their solitarinesse, as reading diuine or prophane Bookes,
+with all other knowledges and learnings: I&nbsp;hold well that it is
+indeed a far other thing, then are those madde huntings, which make
+sauage a multitude of men possessed with these or the like diseases of
+the minde. Yet must they all abide the iudgement pronounced by the
+wisest among the wise, <i>Salomon</i>, that all this neuerthelesse
+applied <ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘to / to’ at line break">to</ins> mans naturall disposition, is to him but vanitie and
+vexation of minde. Some are euer learning to correct their speach, and
+neuer thinke of correcting their life. Others dispute in their Logique
+of reason, and the Arte of reason: and loose thereby many times their
+naturall reason. One learnes by Arithmetike to diuide to the smallest
+fractions, and hath not skill to part one shilling with his brother.
+Another by Geometry can measure fields, and townes, and countries: but
+can not measure himselfe. The Musitian can accord his voyces, and
+soundes, and times togither: hauing nothing in his heart but discordes,
+nor one passion in his soule in good tune. The Astrologer lookes vp on
+high, and falles in the next ditch: fore-knowes the future, and forgoes
+the present: hath often his eie on the heauens, his heart long before
+buried in the earth. The Philosopher discourseth of the nature of all
+other things: and knowes not himselfe. The Historian can tell of the
+warres of <i>Thebes</i> and of <i>Troy</i>: but what is doone in his
+owne house can tell nothing. The Lawyer will make lawes for all the
+world, and not one for himselfe. The Physition will cure others, and be
+blinde in his owne disease: finde the least alteration in his pulse, and
+not marke the burning feauers of his minde. Lastlie, the Diuine will
+spend the greatest parte of his time in disputing of
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[C4v]</span>
+<!-- png 024 -->
+faith and cares not to heare of charity: wil talke of God, and not
+regard to succor men. These knowledges bring on the mind an endlesse
+labour, but no contentment: for the more one knowes, the more he would
+know.</p>
+
+<p>They pacify not the debates a man feeles in himselfe, they cure not
+the diseases of his minde. They make him learned, but they make not him
+good: cunning, but not wise. I&nbsp;say more. The more a man knowes, the
+more knowes he that he knowes not: the fuller the minde&nbsp;is, the
+emptier it findes it selfe: forasmuch as whatsoeuer a man can knowe of
+any science in this worlde is but the least part of what he is ignorant:
+all his knowledge consisting in knowing his ignorance, al his perfection
+in noting his imperfections, which who best knowes and notes, is in
+truth among men the most wise, and perfect. In short we must conclude
+with <i>Salomon</i>, that the beginning and end of wisedome is the feare
+of God: that this wisedome neuerthelesse is taken of the world for meere
+folly, and persecuted by the world as a deadly enemy: and that as who
+feareth God, ought to feare no euill, for that all his euils are
+conuerted to his good: so neither ought he to hope for good in the
+worlde, hauing there the deuil his professed enemy, whom the Scripture
+termeth Prince of the world.</p>
+
+<p>But with what exercise soeuer we passe the time, behold old age
+vnwares to vs coms vpon&nbsp;vs: which whether we thrust our selues into
+the prease of men, or hide vs somewhere out of the way, neuer failes to
+find vs out. Euery man makes accompt in that age to rest himselfe of all
+his trauailes without further care, but to keepe himselfe at ease and in
+health. And see contrariwise in this age, there is nothing but an after
+taste of all the fore going euils: and most commonly a plentifull
+haruest of all such vices as in the whole course of their life, hath
+held and possessed them. There you haue the vnabilitie and weakenesse of
+infancie, and (which is worse)
+<span class = "pagenum">D</span>
+<!-- png 025 -->
+many times accompanied with authoritie: there you are payed for the
+excesse and riotousnes of youth, with gowts, palsies, and such like
+diseases, which take from you limme after limme with extreame paine and
+torment. There you are recompenced for the trauailes of mind, the
+watchings and cares of manhoode, with losse of sight, losse of hearing,
+and all the sences one after another, except onely the sence of paine.
+Not one parte in vs but death takes in gage to be assured of&nbsp;vs, as
+of bad pay-maisters, which infinitely feare their dayes of payment.
+Nothing in vs which will not by and by bee dead: and neuerthelesse our
+vices yet liue in&nbsp;vs, and not onely liue, but in despite of nature
+daily growe yoong againe. The couetous man hath one foote in his graue,
+and is yet burieng his money: meaning belike to finde it againe another
+day. The ambitious in his will ordaineth vnprofitable pompes for his
+funeralles, making his vice to liue and triumph after his death. The
+riotous no longer able to daunce on his feete, daunceth with his
+shoulders, all vices hauing lefte him, and hee not yet able to leaue
+them. The childe wisheth for youth: and this man laments&nbsp;it. The
+yong man liueth in hope of the future, and <ins class = "correction"
+title = "text unchanged: error for ‘thus’?">this</ins> feeles the euill
+present, laments the false pleasures past, and sees for the time to come
+nothing to hope for. More foolish then the childe, in bewailing the time
+he cannot recall, and not remembring the euill hee had therein: and more
+wretched then the yongman, in that after a wretched life not able, but
+wretchedly to die, he sees on all sides but matter of dispaire. As for
+him, who from his youth hath vndertaken to combate against the flesh,
+and against the world: who hath taken so great paines to mortifie
+himselfe and leaue the worlde before his time: who besides those
+ordinarie euilles findes himselfe vexed with this great and <ins class =
+"correction" title = "text reads ‘iucurable’">incurable</ins> disease of
+olde age, and feeles notwithstanding his flesh howe weake soeuer,
+stronger oftentimes
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[Dv]</span>
+<!-- png 026 -->
+then his spirite: what good I pray can hee haue <ins class =
+"correction" title = "text reads ‘bnt’">but</ins> onlie herein: that hee
+sees his death at hand, that hee sees his combate finished, that he sees
+himselfe readie to departe by death out of this loathsome prison,
+wherein all his life time hee hath beene racked and tormented?
+I&nbsp;will not heere speake of the infinite euilles wherewith men in
+all ages are annoyed, as losse of friendes and parents, banishments,
+exiles, disgraces, and such others, common and ordinarie in the world:
+one complayning of loosing his children, an other of hauing them: one
+making sorrow for his wifes death, an other for her life, one finding
+faulte, that hee is too high in Courte, an other, that hee is not high
+enough. The worlde is so full of euilles, that to write them all, woulde
+require an other worlde as great as it selfe. Sufficeth, that if the
+most happie in mens opinions doe counterpoize his happs with his
+mishaps, he shall iudge himselfe vnhappy: and hee iudge him happy, who
+had he beene set three dayes in his place, would giue it ouer to him
+that came next: yea, sooner then hee, who shall consider in all the
+goodes that euer hee hath had the euilles hee hath endured to get them,
+and hauing them to retaine and keepe them (I&nbsp;speake of the
+pleasures that may be kept, and not of those that wither in a moment)
+wil iudge of himselfe, and by himselfe, that the keeping it selfe of the
+greatest felicitie in this worlde, is full of vnhappinesse and
+infelicitie. Conclude then, that Childhoode is but a foolish
+simplicitie, Youth, a&nbsp;vaine heate, Manhoode, a&nbsp;painefull
+carefulnesse, and Olde-age, a&nbsp;noysome languishing: that our playes
+are but teares, our pleasures, feuers of the minde, our goodes, rackes,
+and torments, our honors, heauy vanities, our rest, vnrest: that passing
+from age to age is but passing from euill to euill, and from the lesse
+vnto the greater: and that alwayes it is but one waue driuing on an
+other, vntill we be arriued
+<span class = "pagenum">D2</span>
+<!-- png 027 -->
+at the Hauen of death. Conclude I say, that life is but a wishing for
+the future, and a bewailing of the past: a&nbsp;loathing of what wee
+haue tasted, and a longing for that wee haue not tasted, a&nbsp;vaine
+memorie of the state past, and a doubtfull expectation of the state to
+come: finally, that in all our life there is nothing certaine, nothing
+assured, but the certaintie and vncertaintie of death. Behold, now comes
+Death vnto&nbsp;vs: Behold her, whose approch we so much feare. We are
+now to cõsider whether she be such as wee are made beleeue: and whether
+we ought so greatly to flie her, as commonly wee&nbsp;do. Wee are
+afraide of her: but like little children of a vizarde, or of the Images
+of <i>Hecate</i>. Wee haue her in horror: but because wee conceiue her
+not such as she&nbsp;is, but ougly, terrible, and hideous: such as it
+pleaseth the Painters to represent vnto vs on a wall. Wee flie before
+her: but it is because foretaken with such vaine imaginations, wee giue
+not our selues leisure to marke her. But staie wee, stande wee stedfast,
+looke wee her in the face: wee shall finde her quite other then shee is
+painted&nbsp;vs: and altogether of other countenaunce then our miserable
+life. Death makes an ende of this life. This life is a perpetuall misery
+and tempest: Death then is the issue of our miseries and entraunce of
+the porte where wee shall ride in safetie from all windes. And shoulde
+wee feare that which withdraweth vs from misery, or which drawes vs into
+our Hauen? Yea but you will say, it is a payne to die. Admit it bee: so
+is there in curing of a wounde. Such is the worlde, that one euill can
+not bee cured but by an other, to heale a contusion, must bee made an
+incision. You will say, there is difficultie in the passage: So is there
+no Hauen, no Porte, whereinto the entraunce is not straite and
+combersome. No good thing is to be bought in this worlde with other then
+the coyne of labour and paine. The entraunce indeede is hard, if
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[D2v]</span>
+<!-- png 028 -->
+our selues make it harde, comming thither with a tormented spirite,
+a&nbsp;troubled minde, a&nbsp;wauering and irresolute thought. But bring
+wee quietnesse of mind, constancie, and full resolution, wee shall not
+finde anie daunger or difficultie at all. Yet what is the paine that
+death brings&nbsp;vs? Nay, what can shee doe with those paines wee
+feele? Wee accuse her of all the euilles wee abide in ending our life,
+and consider not howe manie more greeuous woundes or sickenesses wee
+haue endured without death: or howe many more vehement paines wee haue
+suffered in this life, in the which wee called euen her to our succour.
+All the paines our life yeeldes vs at the last houre wee impute to
+Death: not marking that life begunne and continued in all sortes of
+paine, must also necessarily ende in paine. Not marking (I&nbsp;saie)
+that it is the remainder of our life, not death, that
+tormenteth&nbsp;vs: the ende of our nauigation that paines&nbsp;vs, not
+the Hauen wee are to enter: which is nothing else but a safegarde
+against all windes. Wee complayne of Death, where wee shoulde complayne
+of life: as if one hauyng beene long sicke, and beginning to bee well,
+shoulde accuse his health of his last paynes, and not the reliques of
+his disease. Tell mee, what is it else to bee dead, but to bee no more
+liuing in the worlde? Absolutelie and simplie not to bee in the worlde,
+is it anie payne? Did wee then feele any paine, when as yet wee were
+not? Haue wee euer more resemblaunce of Death, then when wee sleepe? Or
+euer more rest then at that time? Now if this be no paine, why accuse we
+Death of the paines our life giues vs at our departure? Vnlesse also we
+wil fondly accuse the time when as yet we were not, of the paines we
+felt at our birth<ins class = "correction" title = "printed
+upside-down">? </ins>If the comming in be with teares, is it wonder that
+such be the going out? If the beginning of our being, be the beginning
+of our paine, is it maruell that
+<span class = "pagenum">D3</span>
+<!-- png 029 -->
+such be the ending? But if our not being in times past hath bene without
+payne, and all this being contrarywise full of paine: whome should we by
+reason accuse of the last paines, the not being to come, or the remnant
+of this present being? We thinke we dye not, but when we yeeld vp our
+last gaspe. But if we marke well, we dye euery day, euery houre, euery
+moment. We apprehend death as a thing vnvsuall to&nbsp;vs: and yet haue
+nothing so common in&nbsp;vs. Our liuing is but continuall dyeng: looke
+how much we liue, we dye: how much we encrease, our life decreases. We
+enter not a step into life, but we enter a step into death. Who hath
+liued a third part of his yeares, hath a third part of himselfe dead.
+Who halfe his yeares, is already half dead. Of our life, all the time
+past is dead, the present liues and dies at once, and the future
+likewise shall dye. The past is no more, the future is not yet, the
+present&nbsp;is, and no more&nbsp;is. Briefely, this whole life is but a
+death: it is as a candle lighted in our bodies: in one the winde makes
+it melt away, in an other blowes it cleane out, many times ere it be
+halfe burned: in others it endureth to the ende. Howsoeuer it&nbsp;be,
+looke how much it shineth, so much it burneth: her shining is her
+burning: her light a vanishing smoke: her last fire, hir last wike, and
+her last drop of moisture. So is it in the life of man, life and death
+in man is all one. If we call the last breath death, so must we all the
+rest: all proceeding from one place, and all in one manner. One only
+difference there is betweene this life, and that we call death: that
+during the one, we haue alwayes wherof to dye: and after the other,
+there remaineth only wherof to liue. In summe, euen he that thinketh
+death simply to be the ende of man, ought not to feare&nbsp;it: in
+asmuch as who desireth to liue longer, desireth to die longer: and who
+feareth soone to die, feareth (to speake properlie) lest he may not
+longer die.
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[D3v]</span>
+<!-- png 030 -->
+
+<p>But vnto vs brought vp in a more holy schoole, death is a farre other
+thing: neither neede we as the Pagans of consolations against death: but
+that death serue&nbsp;vs, as a consolation against all sorts of
+affliction: so that we must not only strengthen our selues, as they, not
+to feare&nbsp;it, but accustome ourselues to hope for&nbsp;it. For vnto
+vs it is not a departing frõ pain &amp; euil, but an accesse vnto all
+good: not the end of life, but the end of death, &amp; the beginning of
+life. Better, saith <i>Salomon</i>, is the day of death, then the day of
+birth, and why? because it is not to vs a last day, but the dawning of
+an euerlasting day. No more shall we haue in that glorious light, either
+sorow for the past, or expectation of the future: for all shall be there
+present vnto&nbsp;vs, and that present shall neuer more passe. No more
+shal we powre out our selues in vaine &amp; painfull pleasures: for we
+shal be filled with true &amp; substantiall pleasures. No more shal we
+paine our selues in heaping togither these exhalatiõs of the earth: for
+the heauens shall be ours, and this masse of earth, which euer drawes vs
+towards the earth, shalbe buried in the earth. No more shal we
+ouerwearie our selues with mounting from degree to degree, and from
+honor to honor: for we shall highlie be raysed aboue all heights of the
+world; and from on high laugh at the folly of all those we once admired,
+who fight together for a point, and as litle childrẽ for lesse then an
+apple. No more to be brief shal we haue combates in our selues: for our
+flesh shall be dead, and our spirit in full life: our passion buried,
+and our reason in perfect libertie. Our soule deliuered out of this
+foule &amp; filthie prison, where, by long continuing it is growen into
+an habite of crookednes, shall againe draw her owne breath, recognize
+her ancient dwelling, and againe remember her former glory &amp;
+dignity. This flesh my frend which thou feelest, this body which thou
+touchest is not man: Man is from heauen: heauen is his countrie and his
+aire. That he is in his body, is but by way of exile &amp; confinement.
+Man in deed is soule and
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[D4]</span>
+<!-- png 031 -->
+spirit: Man is rather of celestiall and diuine qualitie, wherin is
+nothing grosse nor materiall. This body such as now it&nbsp;is, is but
+the barke &amp; shell of the soule: which must necessarily be broken, if
+we will be hatched: if we will indeed liue &amp; see the light. We haue
+it semes, some life, and some sence in&nbsp;vs: but are so croked and
+contracted, that we cannot so much as stretch out our wings, much lesse
+take our flight towards heauen, vntill we be disburthened of this
+earthlie burthen. We looke, but through false spectacles: we haue eyes
+but ouergrowen with pearles: we thinke we see, but it is in a dreame,
+wherin we see nothing but deceit. All that we haue, and all that we know
+is but abuse and vanitie. Death only can restore vs both life and light:
+and we thinke (so blockish we are) that she comes to robbe vs of them.
+We say we are Christians: that we beleeue after this mortall,
+a&nbsp;life immortall: that death is but a separation of the body and
+soule: and that the soule returnes to his happie abode, there to ioy in
+God, who only is all good: that at the last day it shall againe take the
+body, which shal no more be subiect to corruptiõ. With these goodly
+discourses we fill all our bookes: and in the meane while, whẽ it comes
+to the point, the very name of death as the horriblest thing in the
+world makes vs quake &amp; tremble. If we beleue as we speak, what is
+that we feare? to be happy? to be at our ease? to be more content in a
+momẽt, then we might be in the longest mortal life that might&nbsp;be?
+or must not we of force confesse, that we beleue it but in part? that
+all we haue is but words? that all our discourses, as of these hardie
+trencher knights, are but vaunting and vanitie? Some you shall see, that
+wil say: I&nbsp;know well that I passe out of this life into a better:
+I&nbsp;make no doubt of&nbsp;it: only I feare the midway step, that I am
+to step ouer. Weak harted creatures! they wil kill thẽselues to get
+their miserable liuing: suffer infinite paines, and infinite wounds at
+another mans pleasure: passe infinit deaths without dying, for things
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[D4v]</span>
+<!-- png 032 -->
+of nought, for things that perish, and perchance make them perish with
+them. But when they haue but one pace to passe to be at rest, not for a
+day, but for euer: not an indifferent rest, but such as mans minde
+cannot comprehende: they tremble, their harts faile them, they are
+affrayde: and yet the ground of their harme is nothing but feare. Let
+them neuer tell&nbsp;me, they apprehend the paine: it is but an abuse:
+a&nbsp;purpose to conceale the litle faith they haue. No, no, they would
+rather languish of the goute, the sciatica, any disease whatsoeuer: then
+dye one sweete death with the least paine possible: rather pininglie dye
+limme after limme, outliuing as it were, all their sences, motions, and
+actions, then speedily dye, immediatly to liue for euer. Let them tell
+me no more that they would in this world learne to liue: for euery one
+is therevnto sufficiently instructed in himselfe, and not one but is
+cunning in the trade. Nay rather they should learne in this world to
+dye: and once to dye well, dye dayly in themselues: so prepared, as if
+the ende of euery dayes worke, were the ende of our life. Now
+contrarywise there is nothing to their eares more offensiue, then to
+heare of death. Senseless people! we abandon our life to the ordinarie
+hazards of warre, for seauen franks pay: are formost in an assault, for
+a litle bootie: goe into places, whence there is no hope of returning,
+with danger many times both of bodies and soules. But to free vs from
+all hazards, to winne things inestimable, to enter an eternall life, we
+faint in the passage of one pace, wherein is no difficultie, but in
+opinion: yea we so faint, that were it not of force we must passe, and
+that God in despite of vs will doe vs a good turne, hardly should we
+finde in all the world one, how vnhappy or wretched soeuer, that would
+euer passe. Another will say, had I liued till 50. or 60. yeares,
+I&nbsp;should haue bin contented: I&nbsp;should not haue cared to liue
+longer: but to dye so yong is no
+<span class = "pagenum">E</span>
+<!-- png 033 -->
+reason, I&nbsp;should haue knowen the world before I had left&nbsp;it.
+Simple soule! in this world there is neither young nor olde. The longest
+age in comparison of all that is past, or all that is to come, is
+nothing: and when thou hast liued to the age thou now desirest, all the
+past will be nothing: thou wilt still gape, for that is to come. The
+past will yeeld thee but sorrowe, the future but expectation, the
+present no contentment. As ready thou wilt then be to redemaund longer
+respite, as before. Thou fliest thy creditor from moneth to moneth, and
+time to time, as readie to pay the last daye, as the first: thou seekest
+but to be acquitted. Thou hast tasted all which the world esteemeth
+pleasures: not one of them is new vnto thee. By drinking oftener, thou
+shalt be neuer awhit the more satisfyed: for the body thou cariest, like
+the bored paile of <i>Danaus</i> daughters, will neuer be full. Thou
+mayst sooner weare it out, then weary thy selfe with vsing, or rather
+abusing&nbsp;it. Thou crauest long life to cast it away, to spend it on
+worthles delights, to mispend it on vanities. Thou art couetous in
+desiring, and prodigall in spending. Say not thou findest fault with the
+Court, or the Pallace: but that thou desirest longer to serue the
+commonwealth, to serue thy countrie, to serue God. He that set thee on
+worke knowes vntill what day, and what houre, thou shouldest be
+at&nbsp;it: he well knowes how to direct his worke. Should he leaue thee
+there longer, perchance thou wouldest marre all. But if he will pay thee
+liberally for thy labour, as much for halfe a dayes worke, as for a
+whole: as much for hauing wrought till noone, as for hauing borne all
+the heate of the day: art thou not so much the more to thanke and prayse
+him? but if thou examine thine owne conscience, thou lamentest not the
+cause of the widdow, and the orphan, which thou hast left depending in
+iudgement: not the dutie
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[Ev]]</span>
+<!-- png 034 -->
+of a sonne, of a father, or of a frend, which thou pretendest thou
+wouldest performe: not the ambassage for the common wealth, which thou
+wert euen ready to vndertake: not the seruice thou desirest to doe vnto
+God, who knowes much better howe to serue himselfe of thee, then thou of
+thy selfe. It is thy houses and gardens thou lamentest, thy imperfect
+plottes and purposes, thy life (as thou thinkest) imperfect: which by no
+dayes, nor yeares, nor ages, might be perfected: and yet thy selfe
+mightst perfect in a moment, couldest thou but thinke in good earnest,
+that where it ende it skilles not, so that it end well.</p>
+
+<p>Now to end well this life, is onely to ende it willingly: following
+with full consent the will and direction of God, and not suffering vs to
+be drawen by the necessetie of destenie. To end it willingly, we must
+hope, and not feare death. To hope for&nbsp;it, we must certainely looke
+after this life, for a better life. To looke for that, wee must feare
+God: whome whoso well feareth, feareth indeede nothing in this worlde,
+and hopes for all things in the other. To one well resolued in these
+points death can be but sweete and agreeable: knowing that through it
+hee is to enter into a place of all ioyes. The griefe that may be
+therein shall bee allaied with sweetnes: the sufferance of ill,
+swallowed in the confidence of good: the sting of Death it selfe shall
+bee dead, which is nothing else but Feare. Nay, I&nbsp;wil say more, not
+onely all the euilles conceiued in death shall be to him nothing: but he
+shall euen scorne all the mishappes men redoubt in this life, and laugh
+at all these terrors. For I pray what can he feare, whose death is his
+hope? Thinke we to banish him his country? He knows he hath a country
+other-where, whence wee cannot banish him: and that all these countries
+are but Innes, out of which he must part at the wil of his hoste. To put
+him
+<span class = "pagenum">E2</span>
+<!-- png 035 -->
+in prison? a&nbsp;more straite prison he cannot haue, then his owne
+body, more filthy, more darke, more full of rackes and torments. To kill
+him and take him out of the worlde? that is it he hopes for: that is it
+with all his heart he aspires vnto. By fire, by sworde, by famine, by
+sickenesse: within three yeeres, within three dayes, within three
+houres, all is one to him: all is one at what gate, or at what time he
+passe out of this miserable life. For his businesses are euer ended, his
+affaires all dispatched, and by what way he shall go out, by the same
+hee shall enter into a most happie and euerlasting life. Men can
+threaten him but death, and death is all he promiseth himselfe: the
+worst they can doe, is, to make him die, and that is the best hee hopes
+for. The threatnings of tyrants are to him promises, the swordes of his
+greatest enemies drawne in his fauor: forasmuch as he knowes that
+threatning him death, they threaten him life: and the most mortall
+woundes can make him but immortall. Who feares God, feares not death:
+and who feares it not, feares not the worst of this life.</p>
+
+<p>By this reckoning, you will tell me death is a thing to be wished
+for: and to passe from so much euill, to so much good, a&nbsp;man
+shoulde as it seemeth cast away his life. Surely, I&nbsp;feare not, that
+for any good wee expect, we will hasten one step the faster: though the
+spirite aspire, the body it drawes with&nbsp;it, withdrawes it euer
+sufficiently towardes the earth. Yet is it not that I conclude. We must
+seeke to mortifie our flesh in&nbsp;vs, and to cast the world out
+of&nbsp;vs: but to cast our selues out of the world is in no sort
+permitted&nbsp;vs. The Christian ought willingly to depart out of this
+life but not cowardly to runne away. The Christian is ordained by God to
+fight therein: and cannot leaue his place without incurring reproch and
+infamie. But if it please the grand
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[E2v]</span>
+<!-- png 036 -->
+Captaine to recall him, let him take the retrait in good part, and with
+good will obey&nbsp;it. For hee is not borne for himselfe, but for God:
+of whome he holdes his life at farme, as his tenant at will, to yield
+him the profites. It is in the landlord to take it from him, not in him
+to surrender&nbsp;it, when a conceit takes him. Diest thou yong? praise
+God as the mariner that hath had a good winde, soone to bring him to the
+Porte. Diest thou olde? praise him likewise, for if thou hast had lesse
+winde, it may be thou hast also had lesse waues. But thinke not at thy
+pleasure to go faster or softer: for the winde is not in thy power, and
+in steede of taking the shortest way to the Hauen, thou maiest happily
+suffer shipwracke. God calleth home from his worke, one in the morning,
+an other at noone, and an other at night. One he exerciseth til the
+first sweate, another he sunne-burneth, another he rosteth and drieth
+throughly. But of all his he leaues not one without, but brings them all
+to rest, and giues them all their hire, euery one in his time. Who
+leaues his worke before God call him, looses&nbsp;it: and who importunes
+him before the time, looses his reward. We must rest vs in his will, who
+in the middest of our troubles sets vs at rest.</p>
+
+<p>To ende, we ought neither to hate this life for the toiles therein,
+for it is slouth and cowardise: nor loue it for the delights, which is
+follie and vanitie: but serue vs of&nbsp;it, to serue God in&nbsp;it,
+who after it shall place vs in true quietnesse, and replenish vs with
+pleasures whiche shall neuer more perish. Neyther ought we to flye
+death, for it is childish to feare&nbsp;it: and in flieng from&nbsp;it,
+wee meete&nbsp;it. Much lesse to seeke&nbsp;it, for that is temeritie:
+nor euery one that would die, can die. As much despaire in the one, as
+cowardise in the other: in neither any kinde of magnanimitie. It is
+enough that we constantly and continually waite for her
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[E3]</span>
+<!-- png 037 -->
+comming, that shee may neuer finde vs vnprouided. For as there is
+nothing more certaine then death, so is there nothing more vncertaine
+then the houre of death, knowen onlie to God, the onlie Author of life
+and death, to whom wee all ought endeuour both to liue and die.</p>
+
+<p class = "middle"><i>Die to liue,<br>
+&nbsp; &nbsp;Liue to die.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4 class = "right">
+The 13. of May 1590.</h4>
+
+<h4 class = "right">
+At Wilton.</h4>
+
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[E3v]</span>
+<!-- png 038 -->
+
+</div> <!-- end div discourse -->
+
+<hr class = "mid">
+
+<div class = "mynote">
+
+<p>Acts 1 and 3 are unlabeled in the text. Act 1 can only be Antony’s
+soliloquy, with following Chorus, but Act 3 is ambiguous. Between
+Act 2 and Act 4 are:</p>
+<p class = "inset">
+(scene) Cleopatra. Eras. Charmion. Diomede.<br>
+(soliloquy): Diomed.<br>
+Chorus<br>
+(scene) M. Antonius. Lucilius.<br>
+Chorus</p>
+<p>Structurally the play seems to have six Acts, but Act&nbsp;4 and
+Act&nbsp;5 are each labeled as such.</p>
+
+<p>Return to <a href = "#discourse">Discourse of Life and Death</a>.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class = "antonius">
+
+<span class = "pagenum">F</span>
+<!-- png 039 -->
+<p class = "illustration">
+<a name = "antonius" id = "antonius">
+<img src = "images/decF.png" width = "309" height = "81"
+alt = "decoration">
+</a>
+</p>
+
+<h3><span class = "leaf">❧</span> The Argument.</h3>
+
+
+<p>
+<img src = "images/capA.png" width = "75" height = "73"
+align = "left" alt = "A (After)" title = "A (After)">Fter the ouerthrowe
+of <em>Brutus</em> and <em>Cassius</em>, the libertie of <em>Rome</em>
+being now vtterly oppressed, and the Empire setled in the hands of
+<em>Octauius Cæsar</em> and <em>Marcus Antonius</em>, (who for knitting
+a straiter bonde of amitie betweene them, had taken to wife
+<em>Octauia</em> the sister of <em>Cæsar</em>) <em>Antonius</em>
+vndertooke a iourney against the Parthians, with intent to regaine on
+them the honor wonne by them from the Romains, at the discomfiture and
+slaughter of <em>Crassus</em>. But comming in his iourney into Siria,
+the places renewed in his remembrance the long intermitted loue of
+<em>Cleopatra</em> Queene of Aegipt: who before time had both in Cilicia
+and at Alexandria, entertained him with all the exquisite delightes and
+sumptuous pleasures, which a great Prince and voluptuous Louer could to
+the vttermost desire. Whereupon omitting his enterprice, he made his
+returne to Alexandria, againe falling to his former loues, without any
+regard of his vertuous wife <em>Octauia</em>, by whom neuertheles he had
+excellent Children. This occasion <em>Octauius</em> tooke of taking
+armes against him: and preparing a mighty fleet, encountred him at
+Actium, who also had assembled to that place a great number of Gallies
+of his own, besides 60. which <em>Cleopatra</em> brought with her from
+Aegipt. But at the very beginning of the battell <em>Cleopatra</em> with
+all her Gallies betooke her to flight, which <em>Antony</em> seeing
+could not but follow; by his departure leauing to <em>Octauius</em> the
+greatest victorye
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[Fv]</span>
+<!-- png 040 -->
+which in any Sea Battell hath beene heard off. Which he not negligent to
+pursue, followes them the next spring, and besiedgeth them within
+Alexandria, where <em>Antony</em> finding all that he trusted to faile
+him, beginneth to growe iealouse and to suspect <em>Cleopatra</em>. She
+thereupon enclosed her selfe with two of her women in a monument she had
+before caused to be built, thence sends him woord she was dead: which he
+beleeuing for truth, gaue himselfe with his Swoord a deadly wound: but
+died not vntill a messenger came from <em>Cleopatra</em> to haue him
+brought to her to the tombe. Which she not daring to open least she
+should be made a prisoner to the <em>Romaines</em>, and carried in
+<em>Cæsars</em> triumph, cast downe a corde from an high window, by the
+which (her women helping her) she trussed vp <em>Antonius</em> halfe
+dead, and so got him into the monument. The Stage supposed Alexandria:
+the Chorus, first Egiptians, and after Romane Souldiors. The Historie to
+be read at large in <em>Plutarch</em> in the life of
+<em>Antonius</em>.</p>
+
+
+<h4>The Actors.</h4>
+
+<table summary = "cast of characters">
+<tr>
+<td colspan = "2">
+Antonius.</td>
+<tr>
+<td colspan = "2">
+Cleopatra.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>Eras <i>and</i></td>
+<td class = "bracket" rowspan = "2">Cleopatras <i>women.</i></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>Charmion.</td>
+<!-- <td></td> -->
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td colspan = "2">
+Philostratus <i>a Philosopher.</i></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td colspan = "2">
+Lucilius.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td colspan = "2">
+Diomede <i>Secretary to</i> Cleopatra.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td colspan = "2">
+Octauius Cæsar.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td colspan = "2">
+Agrippa.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td colspan = "2">
+Euphron<i>, teacher of </i>Cleopatras<i> children.</i></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td colspan = "2">
+Children <i>of</i> Cleopatra.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td colspan = "2">
+Dircetus <i>the Messenger.</i></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class = "drama">
+
+<span class = "pagenum">F2</span>
+<!-- png 041 -->
+<p class = "illustration">
+<img src = "images/decF2.png" width = "298" height = "74"
+alt = "decoration">
+</p>
+
+<h3><a name = "act1" id = "act1">
+<span class = "leaf">❧</span>Antonius.</a></h3>
+
+<p class = "float">
+<img src = "images/capS.png" width = "146" height = "147"
+alt = "S (Since)" title = "S(Since)"></p>
+<p>Ince
+cruell Heau’ns against me obstinate,</p>
+<p>Since all mishappes of the round engin doe</p>
+<p>Conspire my harme: since men, since powers diuine,</p>
+<p>Aire, earth, and Sea are all iniurious:</p>
+<p>And that my Queene her self, in whome I liu’d,</p>
+<p>The Idoll of my hart, doth me pursue;</p>
+<p>It’s meete I dye. For her haue I forgone</p>
+<p>My Country, <em>Cæsar</em> vnto warre prouok’d</p>
+<p>(For iust reuenge of Sisters wrong my wife,</p>
+<p>Who mou’de my Queene (ay me!) to iealousie)</p>
+<p>For loue of her, in her allurements caught</p>
+<p>Abandon’d life, I honor haue despisde,</p>
+<p>Disdain’d my freends, and of the statelye Rome</p>
+<p>Despoilde the Empire of her best attire,</p>
+<p>Contemn’d that power that made me so much fear’d,</p>
+<p>A slaue become vnto her feeble face.</p>
+
+<p class = "inset1">
+O cruell, traitres, woman most vnkinde,</p>
+<p>Thou dost, forsworne, my loue and life betraie:</p>
+<p>And giu’st me vp to ragefull enemie,</p>
+<p>Which soone (ô foole!) will plague thy periurye.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[F2v]</span>
+<!-- png 042 -->
+<p class = "inset1">
+Yelded <em><ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘Pelusuim’">Pelusium</ins></em> on this Countries shore,</p>
+<p>Yelded thou hast my Shippes and men of warre,</p>
+<p>That nought remaines (so destitute am I)</p>
+<p>But these same armes which on my back I weare.</p>
+<p>Thou should’st haue had them too, and me vnarm’de</p>
+<p>Yeelded to <em>Cæsar</em> naked of defence.</p>
+<p>Which while I beare let <em>Cæsar</em> neuer thinke</p>
+<p>Triumph of me shall his proud chariot grace</p>
+<p>Not think with me his glory to adorne,</p>
+<p>On me aliue to vse his victorie.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Thou only <em>Cleopatra</em> triumph hast,</p>
+<p>Thou only hast my freedome seruile made,</p>
+<p>Thou only hast me vanquisht: not by force</p>
+<p>(For forste I cannot be) but by sweete baites</p>
+<p>Of thy eyes graces, which did gaine so fast</p>
+<p>vpon my libertie, that nought remain’d.</p>
+<p>None els hencefoorth, but thou my dearest Queene,</p>
+<p>Shall glorie in commaunding <em>Antonie</em>.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Haue <em>Cæsar</em> fortune and the Gods his freends,</p>
+<p>To him haue Ioue and fatall sisters giuen</p>
+<p>The Scepter of the earth: he neuer shall</p>
+<p>Subiect my life to his obedience.</p>
+<p>But when that Death, my glad refuge, shall haue</p>
+<p>Bounded the course of my vnstedfast life,</p>
+<p>And frosen corps vnder a marble colde</p>
+<p>Within tombes bosome widdowe of my soule:</p>
+<p>Then at his will let him it subiect make:</p>
+<p>Then what he will let <em>Cæsar</em> doo with me:</p>
+<p>Make me limme after limme be rent: make me</p>
+<p>My buriall take in sides of <em>Thracian</em> wolfe.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Poore <em>Antonie</em>! alas what was the day,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[F3]</span>
+<!-- png 043 -->
+<p>The daies of losse that gained thee thy loue!</p>
+<p>Wretch <em>Antony</em>! since then <em>Mægæra</em> pale</p>
+<p>With Snakie haires enchain’d thy miserie.</p>
+<p>The fire thee burnt was neuer <em>Cupids</em> fire</p>
+<p>(For Cupid beares not such a mortall brand)</p>
+<p>It was some furies torch, <em>Orestes</em> torche,</p>
+<p>which sometimes burnt his mother-murdering soule</p>
+<p>(When wandring madde, rage boiling in his bloud,</p>
+<p>He fled his fault which folow’d as he fled)</p>
+<p>kindled within his bones by shadow pale</p>
+<p>Of mother slaine return’d from Stygian lake.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+<em>Antony</em>, poore <em>Antony</em>! since that daie</p>
+<p>Thy olde good hap did farre from thee retire.</p>
+<p>Thy vertue dead: thy glory made aliue</p>
+<p>So ofte by martiall deeds is gone in smoke:</p>
+<p>Since then the <em>Baies</em> so well thy forehead knewe</p>
+<p>To Venus mirtles yeelded haue their place:</p>
+<p>Trumpets to pipes: field tents to courtly bowers:</p>
+<p>Launces and Pikes to daunces and to feastes.</p>
+<p>Since then, ô wretch! in stead of bloudy warres</p>
+<p>Thou shouldst haue made vpon the Parthian Kings</p>
+<p>For Romain honor filde by <em>Crassus</em> foile,</p>
+<p>Thou threw’st thy Curiace off, and fearfull healme,</p>
+<p>With coward courage vnto <em>Ægipts</em> Queen</p>
+<p>In haste to runne, about her necke to hang</p>
+<p>Languishing in her armes thy Idoll made:</p>
+<p>In summe giuen vp to <em>Cleopatras</em> eies.</p>
+<p>Thou breakest at length from thence, as one encharm’d</p>
+<p>Breakes from th’enchaunter that him strongly helde.</p>
+<p>For thy first reason (spoyling of their force</p>
+<p>the poisned cuppes of thy faire Sorceres)</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[F3v]</span>
+<!-- png 044 -->
+<p>Recur’d thy sprite: and then on euery side</p>
+<p>Thou mad’st againe the earth with Souldiours swarme.</p>
+<p>All Asia hidde: Euphrates bankes do tremble</p>
+<p>To see at once so many <ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘Komanes’">Romanes</ins> there</p>
+<p>Breath horror, rage, and with a threatning eye</p>
+<p>In mighty squadrons crosse his swelling streames.</p>
+<p>Nought seene but horse, and fier sparkling armes:</p>
+<p>Nought heard but hideous noise of muttring troupes.</p>
+<p>The <em>Parth</em>, the <em>Mede</em>, abandoning their goods</p>
+<p>Hide them for feare in hilles of <em>Hircanie</em>,</p>
+<p>Redoubting thee. Then willing to besiege</p>
+<p>The great <em>Phraate</em> head of <em>Media</em>,</p>
+<p>Thou campedst at her walles with vaine assault,</p>
+<p>Thy engins fit (mishap!) not thither brought.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+So long thou stai’st, so long thou doost thee rest,</p>
+<p>So long thy loue with such things nourished</p>
+<p>Reframes, reformes it selfe and stealingly</p>
+<p>Retakes his force and rebecomes more great.</p>
+<p>For of thy Queene the lookes, the grace, the woords,</p>
+<p>Sweetenes, alurements, amorous delights,</p>
+<p>Entred againe thy soule, and day and night,</p>
+<p>In watch, in sleepe, her Image follow’d thee:</p>
+<p>Not dreaming but of her, repenting still</p>
+<p>That thou for warre hadst such a Goddes left.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Thou car’st no more for <em>Parth</em>, nor <em>Parthian</em> bow,</p>
+<p>Sallies, assaults, encounters, shocks, alarmes,</p>
+<p>For diches, rampiers, wards, entrenched grounds:</p>
+<p>Thy only care is sight of <em>Nilus</em> streames,</p>
+<p>Sight of that face whose guilefull semblant doth</p>
+<p>(Wandring in thee) infect thy tainted hart.</p>
+<p>Her absence thee besottes: each hower, each hower</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[F4]</span>
+<!-- png 045 -->
+<p>Of staie, to thee impatient seemes an age.</p>
+<p>Enough of conquest, praise thou deem’st enough,</p>
+<p>If soone enough the bristled fieldes thou see</p>
+<p>Of fruitfull <em>Ægipt</em>, and the stranger floud</p>
+<p>Thy Queenes faire eyes (another <em>Pharos</em>) lights.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Returned loe, dishonoured, despisde,</p>
+<p>In wanton loue a woman thee misleades</p>
+<p>Sunke in foule sinke: meane while respecting nought</p>
+<p>Thy wife <em>Octauia</em> and her tender babes,</p>
+<p>Of whom the long contempt against thee whets</p>
+<p>The sword of <em>Cæsar</em> now thy Lord become.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Lost thy great Empire, all those goodly townes</p>
+<p>Reuerenc’d thy name as rebells now thee leaue:</p>
+<p>Rise against thee, and to the ensignes flocke</p>
+<p>Of conqu’ring <em>Cæsar</em>, who enwalles thee round</p>
+<p>Cag’d in thy holde, scarse maister of thy selfe,</p>
+<p>Late maister of so many nations.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Yet, yet, which is of grief extreamest grief,</p>
+<p>Which is yet of mischiefe highest mischiefe,</p>
+<p>It’s <em>Cleopatra</em> alas! alas, it’s she,</p>
+<p>It’s she augments the torment of thy paine,</p>
+<p>Betraies thy loue, thy life alas<ins class = "correction" title =
+"superfluous ‘)’">! </ins>betraies,</p>
+<p><em>Cæsar</em> to please, whose grace she seekes to gaine:</p>
+<p>With thought her Crowne to saue, and fortune make</p>
+<p>Onely thy foe which common ought haue beene.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+If her I alwaies lou’d, and the first flame</p>
+<p>Of her heart-killing loue shall burne me last:</p>
+<p>Iustly complaine I she disloyall is,</p>
+<p>Nor constant is, euen as I constant am,</p>
+<p>To comfort my mishap, despising me</p>
+<p>No more, then when the heauens fauour’d me.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[F4v]</span>
+<!-- png 046 -->
+<p class = "inset1 plain">
+But ah! by nature women wau’ring are,</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+Each moment changing and rechanging mindes.</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+Vnwise, who blinde in them, thinkes loyaltie</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+Euer to finde in beauties company.</p>
+
+<h5><a name = "act1_ch" id = "act1_ch">Chorus.</a></h5>
+
+<div class = "chorus">
+<p>The boyling tempest still</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Makes not Sea waters fome:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Nor still the Northern blast</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Disquiets quiet streames:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Nor who his chest to fill</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Sayles to the morning beames,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+On waues winde tosseth fast</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Still kepes his Ship from home.</p>
+<p>Nor <em>Ioue</em> still downe doth cast</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Inflam’d with bloudie ire</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+On man, on tree, on hill,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+His darts of thundring fire:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Nor still the heat doth last</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+On face of parched plaine:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Nor wrinkled colde doth still</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+On frozen furrowes raigne.</p>
+<p>But still as long as we</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+In this low world remaine,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Mishapps our dayly mates</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Our liues do entertaine:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And woes which beare no dates</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Still pearch vpon our heads,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+None go, but streight will be</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Some greater in their Steads.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">G</span>
+<!-- png 047 -->
+<p>Nature made vs not free</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+When first she made vs liue:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+When we began to be,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+To be began our woe:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Which growing euermore</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+As dying life dooth growe</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Do more and more vs greeue,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And tire vs more and more.</p>
+<p>No stay in fading states,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+For more to height they retch,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Their fellow miseries</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The more to height do stretch.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+They clinge euen to the crowne,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And threatning furious wise</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+From tirannizing pates</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Do often pull it downe.</p>
+<p>In vaine on waues vntride</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+to shunne them go we should</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+To <em>Scythes</em> and <em>Massagetes</em></p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Who neare the Pole reside:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+In vaine to boiling sandes</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Which <em>Phæbus</em> battry beates,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+For with vs still they would</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Cut seas and compasse landes.</p>
+<p>The darknes no more sure</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+To ioyne with heauy night:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The light which guildes the dayes</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+To follow <em>Titan</em> pure:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+No more the shadow light</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The body to ensue:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Then wretchednes alwaies</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[Gv]</span>
+<!-- png 048 -->
+<p class = "inset1">
+Vs wretches to pursue.</p>
+<p>O blest who neuer breath’d,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Or whome with pittie mou’de,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+<em>Death</em> from his cradle reau’de,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And swadled in his graue:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And blessed also he</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+<ins class = "correction" title = "text has ) for (">(</ins>As curse may
+blessing haue)</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Who low and liuing free</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+No princes charge hath prou’de.</p>
+<p>By stealing sacred fire</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+<em>Prometheus</em> then vnwise,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Prouoking Gods to ire,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The heape of ills did sturre,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And sicknes pale and colde</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Our ende which onward spurre,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+To plague our hands too bolde</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+To filch the wealth of Skies.</p>
+<p>In heauens hate since then</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Of ill with ill enchain’d</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+We race of mortall men</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+full fraught our breasts haue borne:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And thousand thousand woes</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Our heau’nly soules now thorne,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Which free before from those</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+No! earthly passion pain’d.</p>
+<p>Warre and warres bitter cheare</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Now long time with vs staie,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And feare of hated foe</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Still still encreaseth sore:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Our harmes worse dayly growe,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Lesse yesterdaye they were</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">G2</span>
+<!-- png 049 -->
+<p class = "inset1">
+Then now, and will be more</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+To morowe then to daye.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<h5 class = "ital"><a name = "act2" id = "act2">Act. 2.</a></h5>
+
+<h5>Philostratus.</h5>
+
+<p class = "inset1">
+What horrible furie, what cruell rage,</p>
+<p>O <em>Ægipt</em> so extremely thee torments?</p>
+<p>Hast thou the Gods so angred by thy fault?</p>
+<p>Hast thou against them some such crime conceiu’d,</p>
+<p>That their engrained hand lift vp in threats</p>
+<p>They should desire in thy hard bloud to bathe?</p>
+<p>And that their burning wrath which nought can quench</p>
+<p>Should pittiles on vs still lighten downe?</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+We are not hew’n out of the monst’rous masse</p>
+<p>Of <em>Giantes</em> those, which heauens wrack conspir’d:</p>
+<p><em>Ixions</em> race, false prater of his loues:</p>
+<p>Nor yet of him who fained lightnings found:</p>
+<p>Nor cruell <em>Tantalus</em>, nor bloudie <em>Atreus</em>,</p>
+<p>Whose cursed banquet for <em>Thyestes</em> plague</p>
+<p>Made the beholding Sunne for horrour turne</p>
+<p>His backe, and backward from his course returne:</p>
+<p>And hastning his wing-footed horses race</p>
+<p>Plunge him in sea for shame to hide his face:</p>
+<p>While sulleine night vpon the wondring world</p>
+<p>For mid-daies light her starrie mantle cast,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+But what we be, what euer wickednes</p>
+<p>By vs is done, Alas! with what more plagues,</p>
+<p>More eager torments could the Gods declare</p>
+<p>To heauen and earth that vs they hatefull holde?</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[G2v]</span>
+<!-- png 050 -->
+<p>With Souldiors, strangers, horrible in armes</p>
+<p>Our land is hidde, our people drown’d in teares.</p>
+<p>But terror here and horror, nought is seene:</p>
+<p>And present death prizing our life each hower.</p>
+<p>Hard at our ports and at our porches waites</p>
+<p>Our conquering foe: harts faile vs, hopes are dead:</p>
+<p>Our Queene laments: and this great Emperour</p>
+<p>Sometime (would now they did) whom worlds did feare,</p>
+<p>Abandoned, betraid, now mindes no more</p>
+<p>But from his euils by hast’ned death to passe.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Come you poore people tir’de with ceasles plaints</p>
+<p>With teares and sighes make mournfull sacrifice</p>
+<p>On <em>Isis</em> altars: not our selues to saue,</p>
+<p>But soften <em>Cæsar</em> and him piteous make</p>
+<p>To vs, his pray: that so his lenitie</p>
+<p>May change our death into captiuitie.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Strange are the euils the fates on vs haue brought,</p>
+<p>O but alas! how farre more strange the cause!</p>
+<p>Loue, loue (alas, who euer would haue thought?)</p>
+<p>Hath lost this Realme inflamed with his fire.</p>
+<p>Loue, playing loue, which men say kindles not</p>
+<p>But in soft harts, hath ashes made our townes.</p>
+<p>And his sweet shafts, with whose shot none are kill’d,</p>
+<p>Which vlcer not, with deaths our lands haue fill’d,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Such was the bloudie, murdring, hellish loue</p>
+<p>Possest thy hart faire false guest <em>Priams</em> Sonne,</p>
+<ins class = "correction" title = "text unchanged">Fi’ring</ins> a brand
+which after made to burne
+<p>The <em>Troian</em> towers by <em>Græcians</em> ruinate.</p>
+<p>By this loue, <em>Priam</em>, <em>Hector</em>, <em>Troilus</em>,</p>
+<p><em>Memnon</em>, <em>Deiphobus</em>, <em>Glaucus</em>, thousands
+mo,</p>
+<p>Whome redd <em>Scamanders</em> armor clogged streames</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">G3</span>
+<!-- png 051 -->
+<p>Roll’d into Seas, before their dates are dead.</p>
+<p>So plaguie he, so many tempests raiseth</p>
+<p>So murdring he, so many Cities raiseth,</p>
+<p>When insolent, blinde, lawles, orderles,</p>
+<p>With madd delights our sence he entertaines.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+All knowing Gods our wracks did vs foretell</p>
+<p>By signes in earth, by signes in starry Sphæres:</p>
+<p>Which should haue mou’d vs, had not destinie</p>
+<p>With too strong hand warped our miserie.</p>
+<p>The <em>Comets</em> flaming through the scat’red clouds</p>
+<p>With fiery beames, most like vnbroaded haires:</p>
+<p>The fearefull dragon whistling at the bankes,</p>
+<p>And holie <em>Apis</em> ceaseles bellowing</p>
+<p>(As neuer erst) and shedding endles teares:</p>
+<p>Bloud raining downe from heau’n in vnknow’n showers:</p>
+<p>Our Gods darke faces ouercast with woe,</p>
+<p>And dead mens Ghosts appearing in the night.</p>
+<p>Yea euen this night while all the Cittie stoode</p>
+<p>Opprest with terror, horror, seruile feare,</p>
+<p>Deepe silence ouer all: the sounds were heard</p>
+<p>Of diuerse songs, and diuers instruments,</p>
+<p>Within the voide of aire: and howling noise,</p>
+<p>Such as madde <em>Bacchus</em> priests in <em>Bacchus</em> feasts</p>
+<p>On <em>Nisa</em> make: and (seem’d) the company,</p>
+<p>Our Cittie lost, went to the enemie.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+So we forsaken both of Gods and men,</p>
+<p>So are we in the mercy of our foes:</p>
+<p>And we hencefoorth obedient must become</p>
+<p>To lawes of them who haue vs ouercome.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[G3v]</span>
+<!-- png 052 -->
+
+<h5><a name = "act2_ch" id = "act2_ch">Chorus.</a></h5>
+
+<div class = "chorus">
+<p>Lament we our mishaps,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Drowne we with teares our woe:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+For Lamentable happes</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Lamented easie growe:</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+And much lesse torment bring</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+Then when they first did spring.</p>
+<p>We want that wofull song,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Wherwith wood-musiques Queene</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Doth ease her woes, among,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+fresh springtimes bushes greene,</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+On pleasant branche alone</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+Renewing auntient mone.</p>
+<p>We want that monefull sounde,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+That pratling <em>Progne</em> makes</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+On fieldes of <em>Thracian</em> ground,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Or streames of <em>Thracian</em> lakes:</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+To empt her brest of paine</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+For <em>Itys</em> by her slaine.</p>
+<p>Though <em>Halcyons</em> doo still,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Bewailing <em>Ceyx</em> lot,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The Seas with plainings fill</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Which his dead limmes haue got,</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+Not euer other graue</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+Then tombe of waues to haue:</p>
+<p>And though the birde in death</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+That most <em>Meander</em> loues</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+So swetely sighes his breath</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+When death his fury proues,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[G4]</span>
+<!-- png 053 -->
+<p class = "inset2">
+As almost softs his heart,</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+And almost blunts his dart:</p>
+<p>Yet all the plaints of those,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Nor all their tearfull larmes,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Cannot content our woes,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Nor serue to waile the harmes,</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+In soule which we, poore we,</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+To feele enforced be.</p>
+<p>Nor they of <em>Phæbus</em> bredd</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+In teares can doo so well,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+They for their brother shedd,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Who into <em>Padus</em> fell,</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+Rash guide of chariot cleare</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+Surueiour of the yeare.</p>
+<p>Nor she whom heau’nly powers</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+To weping rocke did turne,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Whose teares distill in showers,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And shew she yet doth mourne.</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+Where with his toppe to Skies</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+Mount <em>Sipylus</em> doth rise.</p>
+<p>Nor weping drops which flowe</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+From barke of wounded tree,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+That <em>Myrrhas</em> shame do showe</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+With ours compar’d may be,</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+To quench her louing fire</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+Who durst embrace her sire.</p>
+<p>Nor all the howlings made</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+On <em>Cybels</em> sacred hill</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+By Eunukes of her trade,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Who <em>Atys</em>, <em>Atys</em> still</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+With doubled cries resound,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[G4v]</span>
+<!-- png 054 -->
+<p class = "inset2">
+Which <em>Echo</em> makes rebound.</p>
+<p>Our plaints no limits stay,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Nor more then doo our woes:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Both infinitely straie</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And neither measure knowes.</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+In measure let them plaine:</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+Who measur’d griefes sustaine.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<h5><a name = "act3a" id = "act3a">
+Cleopatra. Eras. Charmion. Diomede.</a></h5>
+
+<h5>Cleopatra.</h5>
+
+<p class = "inset1">
+That I haue thee betraid, deare <em>Antonie</em>,</p>
+<p>My life, my soule, my Sunne? I had such thought?</p>
+<p>That I haue thee betraide my Lord, my King?</p>
+<p>That I would breake my vowed faith to thee?</p>
+<p>Leaue thee? deceiue thee? yeelde thee to the rage</p>
+<p>Of mightie foe? I euer had that hart?</p>
+<p>Rather sharpe lightning lighten on my head:</p>
+<p>Rather may I to deepest mischiefe fall:</p>
+<p>Rather the opened earth deuower me:</p>
+<p>Rather fierce <em>Tigers</em> feed them on my flesh:</p>
+<p>Rather, ô rather let our <em>Nilus</em> send,</p>
+<p>To swallow me quicke, some weeping <em>Crocodile</em>.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And didst thou then suppose my royall hart</p>
+<p>Had hatcht, thee to ensnare, a faithles loue?</p>
+<p>And changing minde, as Fortune changed cheare,</p>
+<p>I would weake thee, to winne the stronger, loose?</p>
+<p>O wretch! ô caitiue! ô too cruell happe!</p>
+<p>And did not I sufficient losse sustaine</p>
+<p>Loosing my Realme, loosing my liberty,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">H</span>
+<!-- png 055 -->
+<p>My tender of-spring, and the ioyfull light</p>
+<p>Of beamy Sunne, and yet, yet loosing more</p>
+<p>Thee <em>Antony</em> my care, if I loose not</p>
+<p>What yet remain’d? thy loue alas! thy loue,</p>
+<p>More deare then Scepter, children, freedome, light.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+So ready I to row in <em>Charons</em> barge,</p>
+<p>Shall leese the ioy of dying in thy loue:</p>
+<p>So the sole comfort of my miserie</p>
+<p>To haue one tombe with thee is me bereft.</p>
+<p>So I in shady plaines shall plaine alone,</p>
+<p>Not (as I hop’d) companion of thy mone,</p>
+<p>O height of griefe! <em>Eras</em> why with continuall cries</p>
+<p>Your griefull harmes doo you exasperate?</p>
+<p>Torment your selfe with murthering complaints?</p>
+<p>Straine your weake breast so oft, so vehemently?</p>
+<p>Water with teares this faire alablaster?</p>
+<p>With sorrowes sting so many beauties wound?</p>
+<p>Come of so many Kings want you the hart</p>
+<p>Brauely, stoutly, this tempest to resist?</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> My eu’lls are wholy vsupportable,</p>
+<p>No humain force can them withstand, <ins class = "correction" title =
+"text reads ‘bnt’">but</ins> death.</p>
+<p><em>Eras.</em> To him that striues nought is impossible.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> In striuing lyes no hope of my mishapps.</p>
+<p><em>Eras.</em> All things do yeelde to force of louely face.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> My face too louely caus’d my wretched case.</p>
+<p>My face hath so entrap’d, so cast vs downe,</p>
+<p>That for his conquest <em>Cæsar</em> may it thanke,</p>
+<p>Causing that <em>Antony</em> one army lost</p>
+<p>The other wholy did to <em>Cæsar</em> yeld.</p>
+<p>For not induring (so his amorouse sprite</p>
+<p>Was with my beautie fir’de) my shamefull flight,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[Hv]</span>
+<!-- png 056 -->
+<p>Soone as he saw from ranke wherein he stoode</p>
+<p>In hottest fight, my Gallies making saile:</p>
+<p>Forgetfull of his charge (as if his soule</p>
+<p>Vnto his Ladies soule had bene enchain’d)</p>
+<p>He left his men, who so couragiouslie</p>
+<p>Did leaue their liues to gaine him victorie.</p>
+<p>And carelesse both of fame and armies losse</p>
+<p>My oared Gallies follow’d with his Ships</p>
+<p>Companion of my flight, by this base parte</p>
+<p>Blasting his former flourishing renowne.</p>
+<p><em>Eras.</em> Are you therefore cause of his ouerthrowe?</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> I am sole cause: I did it, only I.</p>
+<p><ins class = "correction" title = ", for ."><em>Er.</em></ins> Feare
+of a woman troubled so his sprite?</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> Fire of his loue was by my feare enflam’d.</p>
+<p><em>Er.</em> And should he then to warre haue ledd a Queene?</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> Alas! this was not his offence, but mine.</p>
+<p><em>Antony</em> (ay me! who else so braue a chiefe!)</p>
+<p>Would not I should haue taken Seas with him:</p>
+<p>But would haue left me fearfull woman farre</p>
+<p>From common hazard of the doubtfull warre.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+O that I had beleu’d! now, now of <em>Rome</em></p>
+<p>All the great Empire at our beck should bende.</p>
+<p>All should obey, the vagabonding <em>Scythes</em>,</p>
+<p>The feared <em>Germains</em>, back-shooting <em>Parthians</em>,</p>
+<p>Wandring <em>Numidians</em>, <em>Brittons</em> farre remoou’d,</p>
+<p>And tawny nations scorched with the Sunne.</p>
+<p>But I car’d not: so was my soule possest,</p>
+<p>(To my great harme) with burning iealousie:</p>
+<p>Fearing least in my absence <em>Antony</em></p>
+<p>Should leauing me retake <em>Octauia</em>.</p>
+<p><em>Char.</em> Such was the rigour of your destinie.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">H2</span>
+<!-- png 057 -->
+<p><em>Cl.</em> Such was my errour and obstinacie.</p>
+<p><em>Ch.</em> But since Gods would not, could you doe withall?</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> Alwaies from Gods good happs, not harms, do fall.</p>
+<p><em>Ch.</em> And haue they not all power on mens affaires?</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> They neuer bow so lowe, as worldly cares.</p>
+<p>But leaue to mortall men to be dispos’d</p>
+<p>Freelie on earth what euer mortall is.</p>
+<p>If <ins class = "correction" title = "no space after ‘we’">we
+therin</ins> sometimes some faultes commit,</p>
+<p>We may them not to their high maiesties,</p>
+<p>But to our selues impute; whose passions</p>
+<p>Plunge vs each day in all afflictions.</p>
+<p>Wherwith when we our soules do thorned feele,</p>
+<p>Flatt’ring our selues we say they dest’nies are:</p>
+<p>That Gods would haue it so, and that our care</p>
+<p>Could not empeach but that it must be so.</p>
+<p><em>Char.</em> Things here belowe are in the heau’ns begot,</p>
+<p>Before they be in this our <ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘wordle’">worlde</ins> borne:</p>
+<p>And neuer can our weaknes turne awry</p>
+<p>The stailes course of powerfull destenie.</p>
+<p>Nought here force, reason, humaine prouidence,</p>
+<p>Holie deuotion, noble bloud preuailes:</p>
+<p>And Ioue himselfe whose hand doth heauens rule,</p>
+<p>Who both to Gods and men as King commaunds,</p>
+<p>Who earth (our firme support) with plenty stores,</p>
+<p>Moues aire and sea with twinckling of his eie,</p>
+<p>Who all can doe, yet neuer can vndoe</p>
+<p>What once hath been by their hard laws decreed.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+When <em>Troian</em> walles, great <em>Neptunes</em> workmanship,</p>
+<p>Enuiron’d were with <em>Greekes</em>, and Fortunes whele</p>
+<p>Doubtfull ten yeares now to the campe did turne,</p>
+<p>And now againe towards the towne return’d:</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[H2v]</span>
+<!-- png 058 -->
+<p>How many times did force and fury swell</p>
+<p>In <em>Hectors</em> veines egging him to the spoile</p>
+<p>Of conquer’d foes, which at his blowes did flie,</p>
+<p>As fearfull shepe at feared wolues approche:</p>
+<p>To saue (in vaine: for why? it would not be)</p>
+<p>Pore walles of <em>Troie</em> from aduersaries rage,</p>
+<p>Who died them in bloud, and cast to ground</p>
+<p>Heap’d them with bloudie burning carcases.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+No, Madame, thinke, that if the ancient crowne</p>
+<p>Of your progenitors that <em>Nilus</em> rul’d,</p>
+<p>Force take from you; the Gods haue will’d it so,</p>
+<p>To whome oft times Princes are odiouse.</p>
+<p>They haue to euery thing an end ordain’d;</p>
+<p>All worldly greatnes by them bounded is;</p>
+<p>Some sooner, later some, as they think best:</p>
+<p>None their decree is able to infringe.</p>
+<p>But, which is more, to vs disastred men</p>
+<p>Which subiect are in all things to their will,</p>
+<p>Their will is hidd: nor while we liue, we know</p>
+<p>How, or how long we must in life remaine.</p>
+<p>Yet must we not for that feede on dispaire,</p>
+<p>And make vs wretched ere we wretched bee:</p>
+<p>But alwaies hope the best, euen to the last,</p>
+<p>That from our selues the mischief may not growe.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Then, Madame, helpe your selfe, leaue of in time</p>
+<p><em>Antonies</em> wracke, lest it your wracke procure:</p>
+<p>Retire you from him, saue frrom wrathfull rage</p>
+<p>Of angry <em>Cæsar</em> both your Realme and you.</p>
+<p>You see him lost, so as your amitie</p>
+<p>Vnto his euills can yelde no more reliefe.</p>
+<p>You see him ruin’d, so as your support</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">
+<ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘H5’">H3</ins></span>
+<!-- png 059 -->
+<p>No more hencefourth can him with comfort raise.</p>
+<p>With-draw you from the storme: persist not still</p>
+<p>To loose your selfe: this royal diademe</p>
+<p>Regaine of <em>Cæsar</em>. &nbsp; <em>Cl.</em> Soner shining
+light</p>
+<p>Shall leaue the daie, and darknes leaue the night:</p>
+<p>Sooner moist currents of tempestuous seas</p>
+<p>Shall waue in heauen, and the nightlie troopes</p>
+<p>Of starres shall shine within the foming waues,</p>
+<p>Then I thee, <em>Antonie</em>, Leaue in depe distres.</p>
+<p>I am with thee, be it thy worthy soule</p>
+<p>Lodge in thy brest, or from that lodging parte</p>
+<p>Crossing the ioyles lake to take hir place</p>
+<p>In place prepared for men Demy-gods.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Liue, if thee please, if life be lothsome die:</p>
+<p>Dead and aliue, <em>Antonie</em>, thou shalt see</p>
+<p>Thy princesse follow thee, folow, and lament,</p>
+<p>Thy wrack, no lesse her owne then was thy weale.</p>
+<p><em>Char.</em> What helps his wrack this euer-lasting loue?</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> Help, or help not, such must, such ought I proue.</p>
+<p><em>Char.</em> Ill done to loose your selfe, and to no ende.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> How ill thinke you to follow such a frende?</p>
+<p><em>Char.</em> But this your loue nought mitigates his paine.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> Without this loue I should be inhumaine.</p>
+<p><em>Char.</em> Inhumaine he, who his owne death pursues.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> Not inhumaine who miseries eschues.</p>
+<p><em>Ch.</em> Liue for your sonnes. &nbsp; <em>Cl.</em> Nay for their
+father die.</p>
+<p><em>Cha.</em> Hardhearted mother! &nbsp; <em>Cl.</em> Wife
+kindhearted I.</p>
+<p><em>Ch.</em> Then will you them depriue of royall right?</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> Do I depriue them? no, it’s dest’nies might.</p>
+<p><em>Ch.</em> Do you not them not depriue of heritage,</p>
+<p>That giue them vp to <ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘adnersaries’">aduersaries</ins> handes,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[H3v]</span>
+<!-- png 060 -->
+<p>A man forsaken fearing to forsake,</p>
+<p>Whome such huge numbers hold enuironned?</p>
+<p>T’ abandon one gainst whome the frowning world</p>
+<p>Banded with <em>Cæsar</em> makes conspiring warre.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> The lesse ought I to leaue him lest of all.</p>
+<p><em>A frend in most distresse should most assist.</em></p>
+<p>If that when <em>Antonie</em> great and glorious</p>
+<p>His <ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘legious’">legions</ins> led to drinke <em>Euphrates</em> streames,</p>
+<p>So many Kings in traine redoubting him;</p>
+<p>In triumph rais’d as high as highest heaun;</p>
+<p>Lord-like disposing as him pleased best,</p>
+<p>The wealth of <em>Greece</em>, the wealth of<em>Asia</em>:</p>
+<p>In that faire fortune had I him exchaung’d</p>
+<p>For <em>Cæsar</em>, then, men would haue counted me</p>
+<p>Faithles, vnconstant, light: but now the storme,</p>
+<p>And blustring tempest driuing on his face,</p>
+<p>Readie to drowne, <em>Alas</em>! what would they saie?</p>
+<p>What would himselfe in <em>Plutos</em> mansion saie?</p>
+<p>If I, whome alwaies more then life he lou’de,</p>
+<p>If I, who am his heart, who was his hope,</p>
+<p>Leaue him, forsake him (and perhaps in vaine)</p>
+<p>Weakly to please who him hath ouerthrowne?</p>
+<p>Not light, vnconstant, faithlesse should I be,</p>
+<p>But vile, forsworne, of treachrous crueltie.</p>
+<p><em>Ch.</em> Crueltie to shunne, you selfe-cruell are.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> Selfe-cruell him from crueltie to spare.</p>
+<p><em>Ch.</em> Our first affection to our <ins class = "correction"
+title = "final ‘e’ invisible">selfe</ins> is due.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> He is my selfe. &nbsp; <em>Ch.</em> Next it extendes
+vnto</p>
+<p>Our children, frends, and to our countrie soile.</p>
+<p>And you for some respect of wiuelie loue,</p>
+<p>(Albee scarce wiuelie) loose your natiue land,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[H4]</span>
+<!-- png 061 -->
+<p>Your children, frends, and (which is more) your life,</p>
+<p>With so strong charmes doth loue bewitch our witts:</p>
+<p>So fast in vs this fire once kindled flames.</p>
+<p>Yet if his harme by yours redresse might haue<ins class =
+"correction" title = "punctuation unchanged">,&nbsp;</ins></p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> With mine it may be clos’de in darksome graue.</p>
+<p><em>Ch.</em> And that, as <em>Alcest</em> to hir selfe vnkinde,</p>
+<p>You might exempt him from the lawes of death.</p>
+<p>But he is sure to die: and now his sworde</p>
+<p>Alreadie moisted is in his warme bloude,</p>
+<p>Helples for any succour you can bring</p>
+<p>Against deaths stinge, which he must shortlie feele.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Then let your loue be like the loue of olde</p>
+<p>Which <em>Carian</em> Queene did nourish in hir heart</p>
+<p>Of hir Mausolus: builde for him a tombe</p>
+<p>Whose statelinesse a wonder new may make.</p>
+<p>Let him, let him haue sumtuouse funeralles:</p>
+<p>Let graue thereon the horror of his fights:</p>
+<p>Let earth be buri’d with vnburied heaps.</p>
+<p>Frame ther <em>Pharsaly</em>, and discoulour’d stream’s</p>
+<p>Of depe <em>Enipeus</em>: frame the grassie plaine,</p>
+<p>Which lodg’d his campe at siege of <em>Mutina</em>.</p>
+<p>Make all his combats, and couragiouse acts:</p>
+<p>And yearly plaies to his praise institute:</p>
+<p>Honor his memorie: with doubled care</p>
+<p>Breed and bring vp the children of you both</p>
+<p>In <em>Cæsars</em> grace: who as a noble Prince</p>
+<p>Will leaue them Lords of this most gloriouse realme.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> What shame were that? ah Gods! what infamie!</p>
+<p>With <em>Antonie</em> in his good happs to share,</p>
+<p>And ouerliue him dead: deeming enough</p>
+<p>To shed some teares vpon a widdowe tombe?</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[H4v]</span>
+<!-- png 062 -->
+<p>The after-liuers iustly might report</p>
+<p>That I him onlie for his empire lou’d,</p>
+<p>And high <ins class = "correction" title = "text unchanged: error for ‘estate’?">st&nbsp;ate</ins>: and that in hard estate</p>
+<p>I for another did him lewdlie leaue?</p>
+<p>Like to those birds wafted with wandring wings</p>
+<p>From foraine lands in spring-time here arriue:</p>
+<p>And liue with vs so long as Somers heate,</p>
+<p>And their foode lasts, then seke another soile.</p>
+<p>And as we see with ceaslesse fluttering</p>
+<p>Flocking of seelly flies a brownish cloud</p>
+<p>To vintag’d wine yet working in the tonne,</p>
+<p>Not parting thence while they swete liquor taste:</p>
+<p>After, as smoke, all vanish in the aire,</p>
+<p>And of the swarme not one so much appeare.</p>
+<p><em>Eras.</em> By this sharp death what profit can you winne?</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> I neither gaine, nor profit seke therein.</p>
+<p><em>Er.</em> What praise shall you of after-ages gett?</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> Nor praise, nor glory in my cares are sett.</p>
+<p><em>Er.</em> What other end ought you respect, then this?</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> My only ende my onely dutie is.</p>
+<p><em>Er.</em> your dutie must vpon some good be founded.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> On vertue it, the onlie good, is grounded.</p>
+<p><em>Er.</em> What is that <em>vertue</em>? &nbsp; <em>Cl.</em> That
+which vs beseemes.</p>
+<p><em>Er.</em> Outrage our selues? who that beseeming deemes?</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> Finish I will my sorowes dieng thus.</p>
+<p><em>Er.</em> Minish you will your glories doing thus.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> Good frends I praie you seeke not to reuoke</p>
+<p>My fix’d intent of folowing <em>Antonie</em>.</p>
+<p>I will die. I will die: must not his life,</p>
+<p>His life and death by mine be folowed?</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Meane while, deare sisters, liue: and while you liue,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">I</span>
+<!-- png 063 -->
+<p>Doe often honor to our loued Tombes.</p>
+<p>Straw them with flowrs: and sometimes happelie</p>
+<p>The tender thought of <em>Antonie</em> your Lorde</p>
+<p>And me poore soule to teares shall you inuite,</p>
+<p>And our true loues your dolefull voice commend.</p>
+<p><em>Ch.</em> And thinke you Madame, we from you will part?</p>
+<p>Thinke you alone to feele deaths ougly darte?</p>
+<p>Thinke you to leaue vs? and that the same sunne</p>
+<p>Shall see at once you dead, and vs aliue?</p>
+<p>Weele die with you: and <em>Clotho</em> pittilesse</p>
+<p>Shall vs with you in hellish boate imbarque.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> Ah liue, I praie you: this disastred woe</p>
+<p>Which racks my heart, alone to me belonges:</p>
+<p>My lott longs not to you: seruants to be</p>
+<p>No shame, no harme to you, as is to me.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Liue sisters, liue, and seing his suspect</p>
+<p>Hath causlesse me in sea of sorowes drown’d,</p>
+<p>And that I can not liue, if so I would,</p>
+<p>Nor yet would leaue this life, if so I could,</p>
+<p>Without, his loue: procure me, <em>Diomed</em>,</p>
+<p>That gainst poore me he be no more incensd.</p>
+<p>Wrest out of his conceit that harmfull doubt,</p>
+<p>That since his wracke he hath of me conceiu’d</p>
+<p>Though wrong conceiu’d: witnesse you reuerent Gods,</p>
+<p>Barking <em>Anubis</em>, <em>Apis</em> bellowing.</p>
+<p>Tell him, my soule burning, impatient,</p>
+<p>Forlorne with loue of him, for certaine seale</p>
+<p>Of her true loialtie my corpse hath left,</p>
+<p>T’ encrease of dead the number numberlesse.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Go then, and if as yet he me bewaile,</p>
+<p>If yet for me his heart one sign fourth breathe</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[Iv]</span>
+<!-- png 064 -->
+<p>Blest shall I be: and farre with more content</p>
+<p>Depart this world, where so I me torment.</p>
+<p>Meane season vs let this sadd tombe enclose,</p>
+<p>Attending here till death conclude our woes.</p>
+<p><em>Diom.</em> I will obey your will. &nbsp; <em>Cl.</em> So the
+desert</p>
+<p>The Gods repay of thy true faithfull heart.</p>
+
+
+<h5>Diomed.</h5>
+
+<p>And is’t not pittie, Gods, ah Gods of heau’n!</p>
+<p>To see from loue such hatefull frutes to spring?</p>
+<p>And is’t not pittie that this firebrand so</p>
+<p>Laies waste the trophes of <em>Philippi</em> fieldes?</p>
+<p>Where are those swete allurements, those swete lookes,</p>
+<p>Which Gods themselues right hart-sicke would haue made?</p>
+<p>What doth that beautie, rarest guift of heau’n,</p>
+<p>Wonder of earth? Alas! what doe those eies?</p>
+<p>And that swete voice all <em>Asia</em> vnderstoode,</p>
+<p>And sunburnt <em>Afrike</em> wide in deserts spred?</p>
+<p>Is their force dead? haue they no further power?</p>
+<p>Can not by them <em>Octauius</em> be supriz’d?</p>
+<p>Alas! if <em>Ioue</em> in middst of all his ire,</p>
+<p>With thunderbolt in hand some land to plague,</p>
+<p>Had cast his eies on my Queene, out of hande</p>
+<p>His plaguing bolte had falne out of his hande:</p>
+<p>Fire of his wrathe into vaine smoke should turne,</p>
+<p>And other fire within his brest should burne.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Nought liues so faire. Nature by such a worke</p>
+<p>Her selfe, should seme, in workmanship hath past.</p>
+<p>She is all heau’nlie: neuer any man</p>
+<p>But seing hir was rauish’d with her sight.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[I2]</span>
+<!-- png 065 -->
+<p>The <ins class = "notation" title = "text unchanged: known variant spelling">Allablaster</ins> couering of hir face,</p>
+<p>The corall coullor hir two lipps engraines,</p>
+<p>Her beamie eies, two Sunnes of this our world,</p>
+<p>Of hir faire haire the fine and flaming golde,</p>
+<p>Her braue streight stature, and hir winning partes</p>
+<p>Are nothing else but fiers, fetters, dartes.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Yet this is nothing <ins class = "correction" title = "text unchanged">th’e’nchaunting</ins> skilles</p>
+<p>Of her celestiall Sp’rite, hir training speache,</p>
+<p>Her grace, hir Maiestie, and forcing voice,</p>
+<p>Whither she it with fingers speach consorte,</p>
+<p>Or hearing sceptred kings embassadors</p>
+<p>Answer to eache in his owne language make.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Yet now at nede she aides hir not at all</p>
+<p>With all these beauties, so hir sorowe stings.</p>
+<p>Darkned with woe hir only studie is</p>
+<p>To wepe, to sigh, to seke for lonelines.</p>
+<p>Careles of all, hir haire disordred hangs:</p>
+<p>Hir charming eies whence murthring looks did flie,</p>
+<p>Now riuers grown’, whose wellspring anguish is,</p>
+<p>Do trickling wash the marble of hir face.</p>
+<p>Hir faire discouer’d brest with sobbing swolne</p>
+<p>Selfe cruell she still martireth with blowes,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Alas! It’s our ill happ, for if hir teares</p>
+<p>She would conuert into hir louing charmes,</p>
+<p>To make a conquest of the conqueror,</p>
+<p>(As well shee might, would she hir force imploie)</p>
+<p>She should vs saftie from these ills procure,</p>
+<p>Hir crowne to hir, and to hir race assure.</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+Vnhappy he, in whome selfe-succour lies,</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+Yet self-forsaken wanting succour dies.</p>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[I2v]</span>
+<!-- png 066 -->
+<h5><a name = "act3a_ch" id = "act3a_ch">Chorus.</a></h5>
+
+<div class = "chorus">
+<p>O swete fertile land, wherin</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+<em>Phæbus</em> did with breath inspire</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Man who men did first begin,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Formed first of <em>Nilus</em> mire.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Whence of <em>Artes</em> the eldest kindes,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Earthes most heauenly ornament,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Were as from their fountaine sent,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+To enlight our mistie mindes.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Whose grosse sprite from endles time,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+As in darkned prison pente,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Neuer did to knowledg clime.</p>
+<p>Wher the <em>Nile</em>, our father good,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Father-like doth neuer misse</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Yearely vs to bring such food,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+As to life required is:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Visiting each yeare this plaine,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And with fatt slime cou’ring it,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Which his seauen mouthes do spitt,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+As the season comes againe.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Making therby greatest growe</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Busie reapers ioyfull paine,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+When his flouds do highest flowe.</p>
+<p>Wandring Prince of riuers thou,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Honor of the <em>Æthiops</em> lande,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Of a Lord and master now</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Thou a slaue in awe must stand.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Now of <em>Tiber</em> which is spred</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Lesse in force, and lesse in fame</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">I3</span>
+<!-- png 067 -->
+<p class = "inset1">
+Reuerence thou must the name,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Whome all other riuers dread,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+For his children swolne in pride,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Who by conquest seeke to treade</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Round this earth on euery side.</p>
+<p>Now thou must begin to sende</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Tribute of thy watrie store,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+As Sea pathes thy stepps shall bende,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Yearely presents more and more.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Thy fatt skumme, our frutefull corne,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Pill’d from hence with theeuish hands</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+All vncloth’d shall leaue our lands</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Into foraine Countrie borne.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Which puft vp with such a pray</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Shall therby the praise adorne</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Of that scepter <em>Rome</em> doth sway.</p>
+<p>Nought thee helps thy hornes to hide</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Farre from hence in vnknowne grounds,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+That thy waters wander wide,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Yearely breaking bankes, and bounds.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And that thy Skie-coullor’d brookes</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Through a hundred peoples passe,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Drawing plots for trees and grasse</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+With a thousand turn’s and crookes.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Whome all weary of their way</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Thy throats which in widenesse passe</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Powre into their Mother Sea.</p>
+<p>Nought so happie haplesse life</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+“In this worlde as freedome findes:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+“Nought wherin more sparkes are rife</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+“To inflame couragious mindes.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[I3v]</span>
+<!-- png 068 -->
+<p class = "inset1">
+“But if force must vs enforce</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+“Nedes a yoke to vndergoe,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+“Vnder foraine yoke to goe</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+“Still it proues a bondage worse.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+“And doubled subiection</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+“See we shall, and feele, and knowe</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+“Subiect to a stranger growne.</p>
+<p>From hence forward for a King,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+whose first being from this place</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Should his brest by nature bring</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Care of Countrie to embrace,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+We at surly face must quake</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Of some <em>Romaine</em> madly bent:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Who, our terrour to augment,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+His <em>Proconsuls</em> axe will shake.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Driuing with our Kings from hence</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Our establish’d gouerment,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Iustice sworde, and Lawes defence.</p>
+<p>Nothing worldly of such might</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+But more mightie <em>Destinie</em>,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+By swift <em>Times</em> vnbridled flight,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Makes in ende his ende to see.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Euery thing <em>Time</em> ouerthrowes,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Nought to ende doth stedfast staie:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+His great sithe mowes all away</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+As the stalke of tender rose.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Onlie Immortalitie</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Of the Heau’ns doth it oppose</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Gainst his powerfull <em>Deitie</em>.</p>
+<p>One daie there will come a daie</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Which shall quaile thy fortunes flower,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[I4]</span>
+<!-- png 069 -->
+<p class = "inset1">
+And thee ruinde low shall laie</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+In some barbarous Princes power.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+When the pittie-wanting fire</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Shall, O <em>Rome</em>, thy beauties burne,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And to humble ashes turne</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Thy proud wealth, and rich attire,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Those guilt roofes which turretwise,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Iustly making Enuie mourne,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Threaten now to pearce Skies.</p>
+<p>As thy forces fill each land</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Haruests making here and there,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Reaping all with rauening hand</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+They finde growing any where:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+From each land so to thy fall</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Multitudes repaire shall make,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+From the common spoile to take</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+What to each mans share maie fall.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Fingred all thou shalt beholde:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+No iote left for tokens sake</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+That thou wert so great of olde.</p>
+<p>Like vnto the auncient <em>Troie</em></p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Whence deriu’de thy founders be,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Conqu’ring foe shall thee enioie,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And a burning praie in thee.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+For within this turning ball</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+This we see, and see each daie:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+All things fixed ends do staie,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Ends to first beginnings fall.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And that nought, how strong or strange,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Chaungles doth endure alwaie,</p>
+<p>But endureth fatall change.</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[I4v]</span>
+<!-- png 070 -->
+
+<h5><a name = "act3b" id = "act3b">
+M. Antonius. Lucilius.</a></h5>
+
+<h5>M. Ant.</h5>
+
+<p><em>Lucil</em>, sole comfort of my bitter case,</p>
+<p>The only trust, the only hope I haue,</p>
+<p>In last despaire: Ah! is not this the daie</p>
+<p>That death should me of life and loue bereaue?</p>
+<p>What waite I for that haue no refuge left,</p>
+<p>But am sole remnant of my fortune left?</p>
+<p>All leaue me, flie me: none, no not of them</p>
+<ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘Wbich’">which</ins> of my
+greatnes greatest good receiu’d,
+<p>Stands with my fall: they seeme as now asham’de</p>
+<p>That heretofore they did me ought regarde:</p>
+<p>They draw them back, shewing they folow’d me,</p>
+<p>Not to partake my harm’s, but coozen me.</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+<i>Lu.</i> In this our world nothing is stedfast found,</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+In vaine he hopes, who here his hopes doth groũd.</p>
+<p><em>Ant.</em> Yet nought afflicts me, nothing killes me so,</p>
+<p>As that I so my <em>Cleopatra</em> see</p>
+<p>Practize with <em>Cæsar</em>, and to him transport</p>
+<p>My flame, her loue, more deare then life to me.</p>
+<p><em>Lu.</em> Beleeue it not: Too high a heart she beares,</p>
+<p>Too Princelie thoughts. &nbsp; <em>Ant.</em> Too wise a head she
+weare</p>
+<p>Too much enflam’d with greatnes, euermore</p>
+<p>Gaping for our great Empires gouerment.</p>
+<ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘Li.’"><em>Lu.</em></ins>
+So long time you her constant loue haue tri’de.
+<p><em>Ant.</em> But still with me good fortune did abide.</p>
+<p><em>Lu.</em> Her changed loue what token makes you know?</p>
+<p><em>An.</em> <em>Pelusium</em> lost, and <em>Actian</em>
+ouerthrow,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">K</span>
+<!-- png 071 -->
+<p>Both by her fraud: my well appointed fleet,</p>
+<p>And trustie Souldiors in my quarell arm’d,</p>
+<p>Whom she, false she, in stede of my defence,</p>
+<p>Came to persuade, to yelde them to my foe:</p>
+<p>Such honor <em>Thyre</em> done, such welcome giuen,</p>
+<p>Their long close talkes I neither knew, nor would,</p>
+<p>And treacherouse wrong <em>Alexas</em> hath me done,</p>
+<p>Witnes too well her periur’d loue to me.</p>
+<p>But you O Gods (if any faith regarde)</p>
+<p>With sharpe reuenge her faithles change reward.</p>
+<p><em>Lu.</em> The dole she made vpon our ouerthrow,</p>
+<p>Her Realme giuen vp for refuge to our men,</p>
+<p>Her poore attire when she deuoutly kept</p>
+<p>The solemne day of her natiuitie,</p>
+<p>Againe the cost, and prodigall expence</p>
+<p>Shew’d when she did your birth day celebrate,</p>
+<p>Do plaine enough her heart vnfained proue,</p>
+<p>Equally toucht, you louing, as you loue.</p>
+<p><em>Ant.</em> Well; be her loue to me or false, or true,</p>
+<p>Once in my soule a cureles wound I feele.</p>
+<p>I loue, nay burne in fire of her loue:</p>
+<p>Each day, each night her Image haunts my minde,</p>
+<p>Her selfe my dreams: and still I tired am,</p>
+<p>And still I am with burning pincers nipt.</p>
+<p>Extreame my harme: yet sweeter to my sence</p>
+<p>Then boiling Torch of iealouse torments fire:</p>
+<p>This grief, nay rage, in me such sturre doth kepe,</p>
+<p>And thornes me still, both when I wake and slepe.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Take <em>Cæsar</em> conquest, take my goods, take he</p>
+<p>Th’onor to be Lord of the earth alone,</p>
+<p>My Sonnes, my life bent headlong to mishapps:</p>
+<p>No force, so not my <em>Cleopatra</em> take.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[Kv]</span>
+<!-- png 072 -->
+<p>So foolish I, I can not her forget,</p>
+<p>Though better were I banisht her my thought.</p>
+<p>Like to the sicke, whose throte the feauers fire</p>
+<p>Hath vehemently with thirstie drouth enflam’d,</p>
+<p>Drinkes still, albee the drinke he still desires</p>
+<p>Be nothing else but fewell to his flame:</p>
+<p>He can not rule himselfe: his health’s respect</p>
+<p>Yeldeth to his distempred stomackes heate.</p>
+<p><em>Lu.</em> Leaue of this loue, that thus renewes your woe.</p>
+<p><em>Ant.</em> I do my best, but ah! can not do so.</p>
+<p><em>Lu.</em> Thinke how you haue so braue a captaine bene,</p>
+<p>And now are by this vaine affection falne.</p>
+<p><em>Ant.</em> The ceasles thought of my felicitie</p>
+<p>Plunges me more in this aduersitie.</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+For nothing so a man in ill torments,</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+As who to him his good state represents.</p>
+<p>This makes my rack, my anguish, and my woe</p>
+<p>Equall vnto the hellish passions growe,</p>
+<p>When I to minde my happie puisance call</p>
+<p>Which erst I had by warlike conquest wonne,</p>
+<p>And that good fortune which me neuer left,</p>
+<p>Which hard disastre now hath me bereft.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+With terror tremble all the world I made</p>
+<p>At my sole worde, as Rushes in the streames</p>
+<p>At waters will: I conquer’d Italie,</p>
+<p>I conquer’d <em>Rome</em>, that Nations so redoubt.</p>
+<p>I bare (meane while besieging <em>Mutina</em>)</p>
+<p>Two Consuls armies for my ruine brought,</p>
+<p>Bath’d in their bloud, by their deaths witnessing</p>
+<p>My force and skill in matters Martiall.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+To wreake thy vnkle, vnkinde <em>Cæsar</em>, I</p>
+<p>With bloud of enemies the bankes embru’d</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">K2</span>
+<!-- png 073 -->
+<p>Of stain’d <em>Enipeus</em>, hindering his course</p>
+<p>Stopped with heapes of piled carcases:</p>
+<p>When <em>Cassius</em> and <em>Brutus</em> ill betide</p>
+<p>Marcht against vs, by vs twise put to flight,</p>
+<p>But by my sole conduct: for all the time</p>
+<p><em>Cæsar</em> heart-sicke with feare and feauer laie.</p>
+<p>Who knowes it not? and how by euery one</p>
+<p>Fame of the fact was giu’n to me alone.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+There sprang the loue, the neuer changing loue,</p>
+<p>Wherein my hart hath since to yours bene bound:</p>
+<p>There was it, my <em>Lucil</em>, you <em>Brutus</em> sau’de,</p>
+<p>And for your <em>Brutus</em> <em>Antonie</em> you found.</p>
+<p>Better my happ in gaining such a frende,</p>
+<p>Then in subduing such an enemie.</p>
+<p>Now former vertue dead doth me forsake,</p>
+<p>Fortune engulfes me in extreame distresse:</p>
+<p>She turnes from me her smiling countenance,</p>
+<p>Casting on me mishapp vpon mishapp,</p>
+<p>Left and betraide of thousand thousand frends,</p>
+<p>Once of my sute, but you <em>Lucil</em> are left,</p>
+<p>Remaining to me stedfast as a tower</p>
+<p>In holy loue, in spite of fortunes blastes.</p>
+<p>But if of any God my voice be heard,</p>
+<p>And be not vainely scatt’red in the heau’ns,</p>
+<p>Such goodnes shall not glorilesse be loste,</p>
+<p>But comming ages still therof shall boste.</p>
+<p><em>Lu.</em> Men in their frendship euer should be one,</p>
+<p>And neuer ought with fickle Fortune shake,</p>
+<p>Which still remoues, nor will, nor knowes the way,</p>
+<p>Her rowling bowle in one sure state to staie.</p>
+<p>Wherfore we ought as borrow’d things receiue</p>
+<p>The goods light she lends vs to pay againe:</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[K2v]</span>
+<!-- png 074 -->
+<p>Not holde them sure, nor on them builde our hopes</p>
+<p>As one such goods as cannot faile, and fall:</p>
+<p>But thinke againe, nothing is dureable,</p>
+<p>Vertue except, our neuer failing hoste:</p>
+<p>So bearing saile when fauouring windes do blowe,</p>
+<p>As frowning Tempests may vs least dismaie</p>
+<p>When they on vs do fall: not ouer-glad</p>
+<p>With good estate, nor ouer-grieu’d with bad.</p>
+<p>Resist mishap. &nbsp; <em>Ant.</em> Alas! it is too stronge.</p>
+<p>Mishappes oft times are by some comfort borne:</p>
+<p>But these, ay me! whose weights oppresse my hart,</p>
+<p>Too heauie lie, no hope can them relieue.</p>
+<p>There rests no more, but that with cruell blade</p>
+<p>For lingring death a hastie waie be made.</p>
+<p><em>Lu.</em> <em>Cæsar</em>, as heire vnto his Fathers state:</p>
+<p>So will his Fathers goodnes imitate,</p>
+<p>To you warde: whome he know’s allied in bloud,</p>
+<p>Allied in mariage, ruling equallie</p>
+<p>Th’ Empire with him, and with him making warre</p>
+<p>Haue purg’d the earth of <em>Cæsars</em> murtherers.</p>
+<p>You into portions parted haue the world</p>
+<p>Euen like coheir’s their heritages parte:</p>
+<p>And now with one accord so many yeares</p>
+<p>In quiet peace both haue your charges rul’d.</p>
+<p><em>Ant.</em> Bloud and alliance nothing do preuaile</p>
+<p>To coole the thirst of hote ambitious breasts:</p>
+<p>The sonne his Father hardly can endure,</p>
+<p>Brother his brother, in one common Realme.</p>
+<p>So feruent this desier to commaund:</p>
+<p>Such iealousie it kindleth in our hearts.</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+Sooner will men permit another should</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+Loue her they loue, then weare the Crowne they weare.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[K3]</span>
+<!-- png 075 -->
+<p>All lawes it breakes, turns all things vpside downe:</p>
+<p>Amitie, kindred, nought so holie is</p>
+<p>But it defiles. A monarchie to gaine</p>
+<p>None cares which way, so he maie it obtaine.</p>
+<p><em>Lu.</em> Suppose he Monarch be and that this world</p>
+<p>No more acknowledg sundrie Emperours.</p>
+<p>That <em>Rome</em> him onelie feare, and that he ioyne</p>
+<p>The East with west, and both at once do rule:</p>
+<p>Why should he not permitt you peaceablie</p>
+<p>Discharg’d of charge and Empires dignitie,</p>
+<p>Priuate to liue reading <em>Philosophie</em>,</p>
+<p>In learned <em>Greece</em>, <em>Spaine</em>, <em>Asia</em>, anie
+lande?</p>
+<p><em>Ant.</em> Neuer will he his Empire thinke assur’de</p>
+<p>While in this world <em>Marke Antonie</em> shall liue.</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+Sleeples Suspicion, Pale distrust, colde feare</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+Alwaies to princes companie do beare</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+Bred of Reports: reports which night and day</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+Perpetuall guests from Court go not away.</p>
+<p><em>Lu.</em> He hath not slaine your brother <em>Lucius</em>,</p>
+<p>Nor shortned hath the age of <em>Lepidus</em>,</p>
+<p>Albeit both into his hands were falne,</p>
+<p>And he with wrath against them both enflam’d.</p>
+<p>Yet one, as Lord in quiet rest doth beare</p>
+<p>The greatest sway in great <em>Iberia</em>.</p>
+<p>The other with his gentle Prince retaines</p>
+<p>Of highest Priest the sacred dignitie.</p>
+<p><em>Ant.</em> He feares not them, their feeble force he knowes.</p>
+<p><em>Lu.</em> He feares no vanquisht ouerfill’d with woes.</p>
+<p><em>Ant.</em> Fortune may chaunge againe<ins class = "correction"
+title = "punctuation unchanged">,&nbsp;</ins> &nbsp;<em>L.</em> A
+down-cast foe</p>
+<p>Can hardlie rise, which once is brought so lowe.</p>
+<p><em>Ant.</em> All that I can, is done: for last assay</p>
+<p>(When all means fail’d) I to entreatie fell,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[K3v]</span>
+<!-- png 076 -->
+<p>(Ah coward creature!) whence againe repulst</p>
+<p>Of combate I vnto him proffer made:</p>
+<p>Though he in prime, and I by feeble age</p>
+<p>Mightily weakned both in force and skill.</p>
+<p>Yet could not he his coward heart aduaunce</p>
+<p>Baselie affraid to trie so praisefull chaunce.</p>
+<p>This makes me plaine, makes me my selfe accuse,</p>
+<p>Fortune in this hir spitefull force doth vse</p>
+’Gainst my gray hayres: in this vnhappie I
+<p>Repine at heau’ns in my happes pittiles.</p>
+<p>A man, a woman both in might and minde,</p>
+<p>In <em>Marses</em> schole who neuer lesson learn’d,</p>
+<p>Should me repulse, chase, ouerthrow, destroie,</p>
+<p>Me of such fame, bring to so lowe an ebbe?</p>
+<p><em>Alcides</em> bloud, who from my infancie</p>
+<p>With happie prowesse crowned haue my praise.</p>
+<p>Witnesse thou <em>Gaule</em> vnus’d to seruile yoke,</p>
+<p>Thou valiant <em>Spaine</em>, you fields of <em>Thessalie</em></p>
+<p>With millions of mourning cries bewail’d,</p>
+<p>Twise watred now with bloude of <em>Italie</em>.</p>
+<p><em>Lu.</em> witnesse may <em>Afrique</em>, and of conquer’d
+world</p>
+<p>All fower quarters witnesses may be.</p>
+<p>For in what part of earth inhabited,</p>
+<p>Hungrie of praise haue you not ensignes spredd?</p>
+<p><em>An.</em> Thou know’st rich <em>Ægypt</em> (<em>Ægypt</em> of my
+deeds</p>
+<p>Faire and foule subiect) <ins class = "notation" title = "‘Æ’ capitalized but small"><em>Ægypt</em></ins> ah! thou know’st</p>
+<p>How I behau’d me fighting for thy kinge,</p>
+<p>When I regainde him his rebellious Realme.</p>
+<p>Against his foes in battaile shewing force,</p>
+<p>And after fight in victorie remorse.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Yet if to bring my glorie to the ground,</p>
+<p>Fortune had made me ouerthrowne by one</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[K4]</span>
+<!-- png 077 -->
+<p>Of greater force, of better skill then I;</p>
+<p>One of those Captaines feared so of olde,</p>
+<p><em>Camill</em>, <em>Marcellus</em>, worthy <em>Scipio</em>,</p>
+<p>This late great <em>Cæsar</em>, honor of our state,</p>
+<p>Or that great <em>Pompei</em> aged growne in armes;</p>
+<p>That after haruest of a world of men</p>
+<p>Made in a hundred battailes, fights, assaults,</p>
+<p>My bodie thorow pearst with push of pike</p>
+<p>Had vomited my bloud, in bloud my life,</p>
+<p>In midd’st of millions felowes in my fall:</p>
+<p>The lesse hir wrong, the lesse should my woe:</p>
+<p>Nor she should paine, nor I complain me so.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+No, no, wheras I should haue died in armes,</p>
+<p>And vanquisht oft new armies should haue arm’d,</p>
+<p>New battailes giuen, and rather lost with me</p>
+<p>All this whole world submitted vnto me:</p>
+<p>A man who neuer saw enlaced pikes</p>
+<p>With bristled pointes against his stomake bent,</p>
+<p>Who feares the field, and hides him cowardly</p>
+<p>Dead at the verie noise the souldiors make.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+His vertue, fraude, deceit, malicious guile,</p>
+<p>His armes the arts that false <em>Vlisses</em> vs’de,</p>
+<p>Knowne at Modena, wher the <em>Consuls</em> both</p>
+<p>Death-wounded were, and wounded by his men</p>
+<p>To gett their armie, warre with it to make</p>
+<p>Against his faith, against his countrie soile.</p>
+<p>Of <em>Lepidus</em>, which to his succours came,</p>
+<p>To honor whome he was by dutie bounde;</p>
+<p>The Empire he vsurpt: corrupting first</p>
+<p>With baites and bribes the most part of his men.</p>
+<p>Yet me hath ouercome, and made his pray,</p>
+<p>And state of <em>Rome</em>, with me hath ouercome.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[K4v]</span>
+<!-- png 078 -->
+<p class = "inset1">
+Strange! one disordred act at <em>Actium</em></p>
+<p>The earth subdu’de, my glorie hath obscur’d.</p>
+<p>For since, as one whome heauens wrath attaints,</p>
+<p>With furie caught, and more then furious</p>
+<p>Vex’d with my euills, I neuer more had care</p>
+<p>My armies lost, or lost name to repaire:</p>
+<p>I did no more resist. &nbsp; <em>Lu.</em> All warres affaires,</p>
+<p>But battailes most, daily haue their successe</p>
+<p>Now good, now ill: and though that fortune haue</p>
+<p>Great force and power in euery worldlie thing,</p>
+<p>Rule all, do all, haue all things fast enchaind</p>
+<p>Vnto the circle of hir turning wheele:</p>
+<p>Yet seemes it more then any practise else</p>
+<p>She doth frequent <ins class = "correction" title = "text unchanged: normal spelling ‘Bellona’ occurs later"><em>Ballonas</em></ins> bloudie
+trade:</p>
+<p>And that hir fauour, wauering as the wind,</p>
+<p>Hir greatest power therin doth oftnest shewe.</p>
+<p>Whence growes, we dailie see, who in their youth</p>
+<p>Gatt honor ther, do loose it in their age,</p>
+<p>Vanquisht by some lesse warlike then themselues:</p>
+<p>Whome yet a meaner man shall ouerthrowe.</p>
+<p>Hir vse is not to lende vs still her hande,</p>
+<p>But sometimes headlong back a gaine to throwe,</p>
+<p>When by hir fauor she hath vs extolld</p>
+<p>Vnto the topp of highest happines.</p>
+<p><em>Ant.</em> well ought I curse within my grieued soule,</p>
+<p>Lamenting daie and night, this sencelesse loue,</p>
+<p>Whereby my faire entising foe entrap’d</p>
+<p>My hedelesse <em>Reason</em>, could no more escape.</p>
+<p>It was not fortunes euer chaunging face,</p>
+<p>It was not Dest’nies chaungles violence</p>
+<p>Forg’d my mishap. Alas! who doth not know</p>
+<p>They make, nor marre, nor any thing can doe.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">L</span>
+<!-- png 079 -->
+<p>Fortune, which men so feare, adore, detest,</p>
+<p>Is but a chaunce whose cause vnknow’n doth rest.</p>
+<p>Although oft times the cause is well perceiu’d,</p>
+<p>But not th’effect the fame that was conceiu’d.</p>
+<p><em>Pleasure</em>, nought else, the plague of this our life,</p>
+<p>Our life which still a thousand plagues pursue,</p>
+<p>Alone hath me this strange disastre spunne,</p>
+<p>Falne from a souldior to a Chamberer,</p>
+<p>Careles of vertue, careles of all praise.</p>
+<p>Nay, as the fatted swine in filthy mire</p>
+<p>With glutted heart I wallow’d in delights,</p>
+<p>All thoughts of honor troden vnder foote.</p>
+<p>So I me lost: for finding this swete cupp</p>
+<p>Pleasing my tast, vnwise I drunke my fill,</p>
+<p>And through the swetenes of that poisons power</p>
+<p>By stepps I draue my former witts astraie.</p>
+<p>I made my frends, offended me forsake,</p>
+<p>I holpe my foes against my selfe to rise.</p>
+<p>I robd my subiects, and for followers</p>
+<p>I saw my selfe besett with flatterers.</p>
+<p>Mine idle armes faire wrought with spiders worke,</p>
+<p>My scattred men without their ensignes strai’d:</p>
+<p><em>Cæsar</em> meane while who neuer would haue dar’de</p>
+<p>To cope with me, me sodainlie despis’de,</p>
+<p>Tooke hart to fight, and hop’de for victorie</p>
+<p>On one so gone, who glorie had forgone.</p>
+<p><em>Lu.</em> Enchaunting pleasure; <em>Venus</em> swete delights</p>
+<p>Weaken our bodies, ouer-cloud our sprights,</p>
+<p>Trouble our reason, from our harts out chase</p>
+<p>All holie vertues lodging in their place.</p>
+<p>Like as the cunning fisher takes the fishe</p>
+<p>By traitor baite wherby the hooke is hidde:</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[Lv]</span>
+<!-- png 080 -->
+<p>So <em>Pleasure</em> serues to vice in steede of foode</p>
+<p>To baite our soules theron too licourishe.</p>
+<p>This poison deadlie is alike to all,</p>
+<p>But on great kings doth greatest outrage worke,</p>
+<p>Taking the Roiall scepters from their hands,</p>
+<p>Thenceforward to be by some straunger borne:</p>
+<p>While that their people charg’d with heauy loades</p>
+<p>Their flatt’rers pill, and suck their mary drie,</p>
+<p>Not ru’lde but left to great men as a pray,</p>
+<p>While this fonde Prince himselfe in pleasur’s drowns:</p>
+<p>Who heares nought, sees nought, doth nought of a king,</p>
+<p>Seming himselfe against himselfe conspirde.</p>
+<p>Then equall Iustice wandreth banished,</p>
+<p>And in hir seat sitts greedie Tyrannie.</p>
+<p>Confus’d disorder troubleth all estates,</p>
+<p>Crimes without feare and outrages are done.</p>
+<p>Then mutinous <em>Rebellion</em> shewes hir face,</p>
+<p>Now hid with this, and now with that pretence,</p>
+<p>Prouoking enimies, which on each side</p>
+<p>Enter at ease, and make them Lords of all.</p>
+<p>The hurtfull workes of pleasure here behold.</p>
+<p><em>An.</em> The wolfe is not so hurtfull to the folde,</p>
+<p>Frost to the grapes, to ripened fruits the raine:</p>
+<p>As pleasure is to Princes full of paine.</p>
+<p><em>Lu.</em> Ther nedes no proofe, but by th’ <em>Assirian</em>
+kinge,</p>
+<p>On whome that Monster woefull wrack did bring.</p>
+<p><em>An.</em> Ther nedes no proofe, but by vnhappie I,</p>
+<p>Who lost my empire, honor, life therby.</p>
+<p><em>Lu.</em> Yet hath this ill so much the greater force,</p>
+<p>As scarcelie anie do against it stand:</p>
+<p>No, not the Demy-gods the olde world knew,</p>
+<p>Who all subdu’de, could <em>Pleasures</em> power subdue.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum"><ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘L3’">L2</ins></span>
+<!-- png 081 -->
+<p class = "inset1">
+Great <em>Hercules</em>, <em>Hercules</em> once that was</p>
+<p>Wonder of earth and heau’n, matchles in might,</p>
+<p>Who <em>Anteus</em>, <em>Lycus</em>, <em>Geryon</em> ouercame,</p>
+<p>Who drew from hell the triple-headed dogg,</p>
+<p>Who <em>Hydra</em> kill’d, vanquishd <em>Achelous</em>,</p>
+<p>Who heauens weight on his strong shoulders bare:</p>
+<p>Did he not vnder <em>Pleasures</em> burthen bow?</p>
+<p>Did he not Captiue to this passion yelde,</p>
+<p>When by his Captiue, so he was enflam’de,</p>
+<p>As now your selfe in <em>Cleopatra</em> burne?</p>
+<p>Slept in hir lapp, hir bosome kist and kiste,</p>
+<p>With base vnsemelie seruice bought her loue,</p>
+<p>Spinning at distaffe, and with sinewy hand</p>
+<p>Winding on spindles threde, in maides attire?</p>
+<p>His conqu’ring clubbe at rest on wal did hang:</p>
+<p>His bow vnstringd he bent not as he vs’de:</p>
+<p>Vpon his shafts the weauing spiders spunne:</p>
+<p>And his hard cloake the freating mothes did pierce.</p>
+<p>The monsters free and fearles all the time</p>
+<p>Throughout the world the people did torment,</p>
+<p>And more and more encreasing daie by day</p>
+<p>Scorn’d his weake heart become a mistresse plaie.</p>
+<p><em>An.</em> In onelie this like <em>Hercules</em> am I,</p>
+<p>In this I proue me of his lignage right:</p>
+<p>In this himselfe, his deedes I shew in this,</p>
+<p>In this, nought else, my ancestor he is.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+But go we: die I must, and with braue ende</p>
+<p>Conclusion make of all foregoing harmes:</p>
+<p>Die, die I must: I must a noble death,</p>
+<p>A glorious death vnto my succor call:</p>
+<p>I must deface the shame of time abus’d,</p>
+<p>I must adorne the wanton loues I vs’de</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[L2v]</span>
+<!-- png 082 -->
+<p>With some couragiouse act: that my last daie</p>
+<p>By mine owne hand my spotts may wash away.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Come deare <em>Lucill</em>: alas! why wepe you thus!</p>
+<p>This mortall lot is common to vs all.</p>
+<p>We must all die, each doth in homage owe</p>
+<p>Vnto that God that shar’d the Realmes belowe.</p>
+<p>Ah sigh no more: alas: appeace your woes,</p>
+<p>For by your griefe my griefe more eager growes.</p>
+
+
+<h5><a name = "act3b_ch" id = "act3b_ch">Chorus.</a></h5>
+
+<div class = "chorus">
+<p>Alas, with what tormenting fire.</p>
+<p>Vs martireth this blinde desire</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+To staie our life from flieng!</p>
+<p>How ceasleslie our minds doth rack,</p>
+<p>How heauie lies vpon our back</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+This dastard feare of dieng!</p>
+<p><em>Death</em> rather healthfull succor giues,</p>
+<p><em>Death</em> rather all mishappes relieues</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+That life vpon vs throweth:</p>
+<p>And euer to vs doth vnclose</p>
+<p>The doore, wherby from curelesse woes</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Our wearie soule out goeth.</p>
+<p>What Goddesse else more milde then shee</p>
+<p>To burie all our paine can be,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+What remedie more pleasing?</p>
+<p>Our pained hearts when dolor stings,</p>
+<p>And nothing rest, or respite brings,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+What help haue we more easing?</p>
+<p><em>Hope</em> which to vs doth comfort giue,</p>
+<p>And doth or fainting hearts reuiue,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Hath not such force in anguish:</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[L3]</span>
+<!-- png 083 -->
+<p>For promising a vaine reliefe</p>
+<p>She oft vs failes in midst of griefe,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And helples letts vs languish.</p>
+<p>But Death who call on her at nede</p>
+<p>Doth neuer with vaine semblant feed,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+But when them sorow paineth,</p>
+<p>So riddes their soules of all distresse</p>
+<p>Whose heauie weight did them oppresse,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+That not one griefe remaineth.</p>
+<p>Who feareles and with courage bolde</p>
+<p>Can <em>Acherons</em> black face beholde,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Which muddie water beareth:</p>
+<p>And crossing ouer, in the way</p>
+<p>Is not amaz’d at Perruque gray</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Olde rustie <em>Charon</em> weareth:</p>
+<p>Who voide of dread can looke vpon</p>
+<p>The dreadfull shades that rome alone,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+On bankes where sound no voices:</p>
+<p>Whom with her fire-brands and her Snakes</p>
+<p>No whit afraide <em>Alecto</em> makes,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Nor triple-barking noyses:</p>
+<p>Who freely can himselfe dispose</p>
+<p>Of that last hower which all must close,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And leaue this life at pleasure:</p>
+<p>This noble freedome more esteemes,</p>
+<p>And in his hart more precious deemes,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Then Crowne and kingly treasure.</p>
+<p>The waues which <em>Boreas</em> blasts turmoile</p>
+<p>And cause with foaming furie boile,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Make not his heart to tremble:</p>
+<p>Nor brutish broile, when with strong head</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[L3v]</span>
+<!-- png 084 -->
+<p>A rebell people madly ledde</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Against their Lords assemble:</p>
+<p>Nor fearfull face of Tirant wood,</p>
+<p>Who breaths but threats, and drinks but bloud,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+No, nor the hand which thunder,</p>
+<p>The hand of <em>Ioue</em> which thunder beares,</p>
+<p>And ribbs of rocks in sunder teares,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Teares mountains sides in sunder:</p>
+<p>Nor bloudie <em>Marses</em> butchering bands,</p>
+<p>Whose lightnings desert laie the lands</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+whome dustie cloudes do couer:</p>
+<p>From of whose armour sun-beames flie,</p>
+<p>And vnder them make quaking lie</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The plaines wheron they houer:</p>
+<p>Nor yet the cruell murth’ring blade</p>
+<p>Warme in the moistie bowells made</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+of people pell mell dieng</p>
+<p>In some great Cittie put to sack</p>
+<p>By sauage Tirant brought to wrack,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+At his colde mercie lieng.</p>
+<p>How abiect him, how base think I,</p>
+<p>Who wanting courage can not dye</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+When need him therto calleth?</p>
+<p>From whom the dagger drawne to kill</p>
+<p>The curelesse griefes that vexe him still</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+For feare and faintnes falleth?</p>
+<p>O <em>Antonie</em> with thy deare mate</p>
+<p>Both in misfortunes fortunate!</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Whose thoughts to death aspiring</p>
+<p>Shall you protect from victors rage,</p>
+<p>Who on each side doth you encage,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[L4]</span>
+<!-- png 085 -->
+<p class = "inset1">
+To triumph much desiring.</p>
+<p>That <em>Cæsar</em> may you not offend</p>
+<p>Nought else but Death can you defend,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+which his weake force derideth,</p>
+<p>And all in this round earth containd,</p>
+<p>Powr’les on them whom once enchaind</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+<em>Auernus</em> prison hideth:</p>
+<p>Where great <em>Psammetiques</em> ghost doth rest,</p>
+<p>Not with infernall paine possest,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+But in swete fields detained:</p>
+<p>And olde <em>Amasis</em> soule likewise,</p>
+<p>And all our famous <em>Ptolemies</em></p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+That whilome on vs raigned.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<h5 class = "ital"><a name = "act4" id = "act4">Act. 4.</a></h5>
+
+<h5>Cæsar. Agrippa. Dircetus<br>
+<i>the Messenger.</i></h5>
+
+<h5>Cæsar.</h5>
+
+<p class = "inset1">
+You euer-liuing Gods which all things holde</p>
+<p>Within the power of your celestiall hands,</p>
+<p>By whom heate, colde, the thunder, and the winde,</p>
+<p>The properties of enterchaunging mon’ths</p>
+<p>Their course and being haue, which do set downe</p>
+<p>Of Empires by your destinied decree</p>
+<p>The force, age, time, and subiect to no chaunge</p>
+<p>Chaunge all, reseruing nothing in one state:</p>
+<p>You haue aduaunst, as high as thundring heau’n</p>
+<p>The <em>Romains</em> greatnes by <em>Bellonas</em> might:</p>
+<p>Mastring the world with fearfull violence,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[L4v]</span>
+<!-- png 086 -->
+<p>Making the world widow of libertie.</p>
+<p>Yet at this daie this proud exalted <em>Rome</em></p>
+<p>Despoil’d, captiu’d, at one mans will doth bende:</p>
+<p>Her Empire mine, her life is in my hand,</p>
+<p>As Monarch I both world and <em>Rome</em> commaund;</p>
+<p>Do all, can all; fourth my commaund’ment cast</p>
+<p>Like thundring fire from one to other Pole</p>
+<p>Equall to Ioue: bestowing by my worde</p>
+<p>Happes and mishappes, as Fortunes King and Lord.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+No Towne there is, but vp my Image settes,</p>
+<p>But sacrifice to me doth dayly make:</p>
+<p>Whither where <em>Phæbus</em> ioyne his morning steedes,</p>
+<p>Or where the night them weary entertaines,</p>
+<p>Or where the heat the <em>Garamants</em> doth scorche,</p>
+<p>Or where the colde from <em>Boreas</em> breast is blowne:</p>
+<p>All <em>Cæsar</em> do both awe and honor beare,</p>
+<p>And crowned Kings his verie name do feare.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+<em>Antonie</em> knowes it well, for whom not one</p>
+<p>Of all the Princes all this earth do rule,</p>
+<p>Armes against me: for all redoubt the power</p>
+<p>Which heau’nly powers on earth haue made me beare.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+<em>Antonie</em>, he poore man with fire enflam’de</p>
+<p>A womans beauties kindled in his heart,</p>
+<p>Rose against me, who longer could not beare</p>
+<p>My sisters wrong he did so ill entreat:</p>
+<p>Seing her left while that his leud delights</p>
+<p>Her husband with his <em>Cleopatra</em> tooke</p>
+<p>In <em>Alexandrie</em>, where both nights and daies</p>
+<p>Their time they pass’d in nought but loues and plaies.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+All <em>Asias</em> forces into one he drewe,</p>
+<p>And forth he sett vpon the azur’d waues</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">M</span>
+<!-- png 087 -->
+<p>A thousand and a thousand Shipps, which fill’d</p>
+<p>With Souldiors, pikes, with targets, arrowes, darts,</p>
+<p>Made <em>Neptune</em> quake, and all the watrie troupes</p>
+<p>Of <em>Glauques</em>, and <em>Tritons</em> lodg’d at
+<em>Actium</em>.</p>
+<p>But mightie Gods, who still the force withstand</p>
+<p>Of him, who causles doth another wrong,</p>
+<p>In lesse then moments space redus’d to nought</p>
+<p>All that proud power by Sea or land he brought.</p>
+<p><em>Agr.</em> Presumptuouse pride of high and hawtie sprite,</p>
+<p>Voluptuouse care of fonde and foolish loue,</p>
+<p>Haue iustly wrought his wrack: who thought he helde</p>
+<p>(By ouerweening) Fortune in his hand.</p>
+<p>Of vs he made no count, but as to play,</p>
+<p>So fearles came our forces to assay.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+So sometimes fell to Sonnes of Mother Earth,</p>
+<p>Which crawl’d to heau’n warre on the Gods to make,</p>
+<p><em>Olymp</em> on <em>Pelion</em>, <em>Ossa</em>on
+<em>Olymp</em>,</p>
+<p><em>Pindus</em> on <em>Ossa</em> loading by degrees:</p>
+<p>That at hand strokes with mightie clubbes they might</p>
+<p>On mossie rocks the Gods make tumble downe:</p>
+<p>When mightie <em>Ioue</em> with burning anger chaf’d,</p>
+<p>Disbraind with him <em>Gyges</em> and <em>Briareus</em>,</p>
+<p>Blunting his darts vpon their brused bones.</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+For no one thing the Gods can lesse abide</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+In dedes of men, then Arrogance and Pride.</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+And still the proud, which too much takes in hand,</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+Shall fowlest fall, where best he thinks to stand.</p>
+<p><em>Cæs.</em> Right as some Pallace, or some stately tower,</p>
+<p>Which ouer-lookes the neighbour buildings round</p>
+<p>In scorning wise, and to the Starres vp growes,</p>
+<p>Which in short time his owne weight ouerthrowes.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+What monstrous pride, nay what impietie</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">Mv</span>
+<!-- png 088 -->
+<p>Incen’st him onward to the Gods disgrace?</p>
+<p>When his two children, <em>Cleopatras</em> bratts,</p>
+<p>To <em>Phæbe</em> and her brother he compar’d,</p>
+<p><em>Latonas</em> race, causing them to be call’d</p>
+<p>The Sunne and Moone? Is not this folie right?</p>
+<p>And is not this the Gods to make his foes?</p>
+<p>And is not this himself to worke his woes?</p>
+<p><em>Agr.</em> In like proud sort he caus’d his head to leese</p>
+<p>The Iewish king <em>Antigonus</em>, to haue</p>
+<p>His Realme for balme, that <em>Cleopatra</em> lou’d,</p>
+<p>As though on him he had some treason prou’d.</p>
+<p><em>Cæs.</em> <em>Lydia</em> to her, and <em>Siria</em> he gaue,</p>
+<p><em>Cyprus</em> of golde, <em>Arabia</em> rich of smelles:</p>
+<p>And to his children more <em>Cilicia</em>,</p>
+<p><em>Parth’s</em>, <em>Medes</em>, <em>Armenia</em>,
+<em>Phænicia</em>:</p>
+<p>The kings of kings proclaiming them to be,</p>
+<p>By his owne worde, as by a sound decree.</p>
+<p><em>Agr.</em> What? Robbing his owne countrie of her due<ins class =
+"correction" title = "flyspeck or ambiguous punctuation">&nbsp;&nbsp;</ins></p>
+<p>Triumph’d he not in <em>Alexandria</em>,</p>
+<p>Of <em>Artabasus</em> the <em>Armenian</em> King,</p>
+<p>Who yelded on his periur’d word to him?</p>
+<p><em>Cæs.</em> Nay, neuer <em>Rome</em> more iniuries receiu’d,</p>
+<p>Since thou, ô <em>Romulus</em>, by flight of birds</p>
+<p>with happy hand the <em>Romain</em> walles did’st build,</p>
+<p>Then <em>Antonies</em> fond loues to it hath done.</p>
+<p>Nor euer warre more holie, nor more iust,</p>
+<p>Nor vndertaken with more hard constraint,</p>
+<p>Then is this warre: which were it not, our state</p>
+<p>Within small time all dignitie should loose:</p>
+<p>Though I lament (thou Sunne my witnes art;</p>
+<p>And thou great <em>Ioue</em>) that it so deadly proues:</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">M2</span>
+<!-- png 089 -->
+<p>That <em>Romain</em> bloud should in such plentie flowe,</p>
+<p>Watring the fields and pastures where we goe.</p>
+<p>What <em>Carthage</em> in olde hatred obstinate,</p>
+<p>What <em>Gaule</em> still barking at our rising state,</p>
+<p>What rebell <em>Samnite</em>, what fierce <em>Pyrrhus</em> power,</p>
+<p>What cruell <em>Mithridate</em>, what <em>Parth</em> hath wrought</p>
+<p>Such woe to <em>Rome</em>: whose common wealth he had,</p>
+<p>(Had he bene victor) into <em>Egipt</em> brought.</p>
+<p><em>Agr.</em> Surely the Gods, which haue this Cittie built</p>
+<p>Stedfast to stand as long as time endures,</p>
+<p>Which kepe the Capitoll, of vs take care,</p>
+<p>And care will take of those shall after come,</p>
+<p>Haue made you victor, that you might redresse</p>
+<p>Their honor growne by passed mischieues lesse.</p>
+<p><em>Cæs.</em> The seelie man when all the Greekish Sea</p>
+<p>His fleete had hidd, in hope me sure to drowne,</p>
+<p>Me battaile gaue: where fortune, in my stede,</p>
+<p>Repulsing him his forces disaraied.</p>
+<p>Him selfe tooke flight, soone as his loue he saw</p>
+<p>All wanne through feare with full sailes flie away.</p>
+<p>His men, though lost, whome none did now direct,</p>
+<p>With courage fought fast grappled shipp with shipp,</p>
+<p>Charging, resisting, as their oares would serue,</p>
+<p>With darts, with swords, with Pikes, with fierie flames.</p>
+<p>So that the darkned night her starrie vaile</p>
+<p>Vpon the bloudie sea had ouer-spred,</p>
+<p>Whilst yet they held: and hardlie, hardlie then</p>
+<p>They fell to flieng on the wauie plaine.</p>
+<p>All full of Souldiors ouerwhelm’d with waues:</p>
+<p>The aire throughout with cries and grones did sound:</p>
+<p>The Sea did blush with bloud: the neighbor shores</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[M2v]</span>
+<!-- png 090 -->
+<p>Groned, so they with shipwracks pestred were,</p>
+<p>And floting bodies left for pleasing foode</p>
+<p>To birds, and beasts, and fishes of the sea.</p>
+<p>You know it well <em>Agrippa</em>. &nbsp; <em>Ag.</em> Mete it
+was</p>
+<p>The <em>Romain</em> Empire so should ruled be,</p>
+<p>As heau’n is rul’d: which turning ouer vs,</p>
+<p>All vnder things by his example turnes.</p>
+<p>Now as of heau’n one onely Lord we know:</p>
+<p>One onely Lord should rule this earth below.</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+When one self pow’re is common made to two,</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+Their duties they nor suffer will, nor doe.</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+In quarell still, in doubt, in hate, in feare;</p>
+<p class = "plain">
+Meane while the people all the smart do beare.</p>
+<p><em>Cæs.</em> Then to the ende none, while my daies endure,</p>
+<p>Seeking to raise himselfe may succours finde,</p>
+<p>We must with bloud marke this our victorie,</p>
+<p>For iust example to all memorie.</p>
+<p>Murther we must, vntill not one we leaue,</p>
+<p>Which may hereafter vs of rest bereaue.</p>
+<p><em>Ag.</em> Marke it with murthers? who of that can like?</p>
+<p><em>Cæ.</em> Murthers must vse, who doth assurance seeke.</p>
+<p><em>Ag.</em> Assurance call you enemies to make?</p>
+<p><em>Cæs.</em> I make no such, but such away I take.</p>
+<p><em>Ag.</em> Nothing so much as rigour doth displease.</p>
+<p><em>Cæs.</em> Nothing so much doth make me liue at ease.</p>
+<p><em>Ag.</em> What ease to him that feared is of all?</p>
+<p><em>Cæ.</em> Feared to be, and see his foes to fall.</p>
+<p><em>Ag.</em> Commonly feare doth brede and nourish hate.</p>
+<p><em>Cæ.</em> Hate without pow’r comes comonly too late.</p>
+<p><em>Ag.</em> A feared Prince hath oft his death desir’d.</p>
+<p><em>Cæ.</em> A Prince not fear’d hath oft his wrong conspir’de.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[M3]</span>
+<!-- png 091 -->
+<p><em>Ag.</em> No guard so sure, no forte so strong doth proue,</p>
+<p>No such defence, as is the peoples loue.</p>
+<p><em>Cæs.</em> Nought more vnsure more weak, more like the winde,</p>
+<p>Then <em>Peoples</em> fauor still to chaunge enclinde.</p>
+<p><em>Ag.</em> Good Gods! what loue to gracious Prince men beare!</p>
+<p><em>Cæs.</em> What honor to the Prince that is seuere!</p>
+<p><em>Ag.</em> Nought more diuine then is <em>Benignitie</em>.</p>
+<p><em>Cæ.</em> Nought likes the <em>Gods</em> as doth
+<em>Seueritie</em>.</p>
+<p><em>Ag.</em> <em>Gods</em> all forgiue. &nbsp; <em>Cæ.</em> On faults
+they paines do laie.</p>
+<p><em>Ag.</em> And giue their goods. &nbsp; <em>Cæ.</em> Oft times they
+take away.</p>
+<p><em>Ag.</em> They wreake them not, ô <em>Cæsar</em>, at each time</p>
+<p>That by our sinnes they are to wrathe prouok’d.</p>
+<p>Neither must you (beleue, I humblie praie)</p>
+<p>Your victorie with crueltie defile.</p>
+<p>The Gods it gaue, it must not be abus’d,</p>
+<p>But to the good of all men mildlie vs’d,</p>
+<p>And they be thank’d: that hauing giu’n you grace</p>
+<p>To raigne alone, and rule this earthlie masse,</p>
+<p>They may hence-forward hold it still in rest,</p>
+<p>All scattred power vnited in one brest.</p>
+<p><em>Cæ.</em> But what is he, that breathles comes so fast,</p>
+<p>Approaching vs, and going in such hast?</p>
+<p><em>Ag.</em> He semes affraid: and vnder his arme I</p>
+<p>(But much I erre) a bloudie sworde espie.</p>
+<p><em>Cæs.</em> I long to vnderstand what it may be.</p>
+<p><em>Ag.</em> He hither comes: it’s best we stay and see.</p>
+<p><em>Dirce.</em> What good God now my voice will reenforce,</p>
+<p>That tell I may to rocks, and hilles, and woods,</p>
+<p>To waues of sea, which dash vpon the shore,</p>
+<p>To earth, to heau’n, the woefull newes I bring?</p>
+<p><em>Ag.</em> What sodaine chaunce thee <ins class = "correction"
+title = "text reads ‘towar ds’ with space">towards</ins> vs hath
+brought?</p>
+<p><em>Dir.</em> A lamentable chance. O wrath of heau’ns!</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[M3v]</span>
+<!-- png 092 -->
+<p>O Gods too pittiles! &nbsp; <em>Cæs.</em> What monstrous happ</p>
+<p>Wilt thou recount? &nbsp; <em>Dir.</em> Alas too hard mishapp!</p>
+<p>When I but dreame of what mine eies beheld,</p>
+<p>My hart doth freeze, my limmes do quiuering quake,</p>
+<p>I senceles stand, my brest with tempest tost</p>
+<p>Killes in my throte my wordes, ere fully borne.</p>
+<p>Dead, dead he is: be sure of what I say,</p>
+<p>This murthering sword hath made the man away.</p>
+<p><em>Cæs.</em> Alas my heart doth cleaue, pittie me rackes,</p>
+<p>My breast doth pant to heare this dolefull tale.</p>
+<p>Is <em>Antonie</em> then dead? To death, alas!</p>
+<p>I am the cause despaire him so compelld.</p>
+<p>But souldiour of his death the maner showe,</p>
+<p>And how he did this liuing light forgoe.</p>
+<p><em>Dir.</em> When <em>Antonie</em> no hope remaining saw</p>
+<p>How warre he might, or how agreement make,</p>
+<p>Saw him betraid by all his men of warre</p>
+<p>In euery fight as well by sea, as lande;</p>
+<p>That not content to yeld them to their foes</p>
+<p>They also came against himselfe to fight:</p>
+<p>Alone in Court he gan himself torment,</p>
+<p>Accuse the <ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘Qneene’">Queene</ins>, himselfe of hir lament,</p>
+<p>Call’d hir vntrue and traytresse, as who fought</p>
+<p>To yeld him vp she could no more defend:</p>
+<p>That in the harmes which for hir sake he bare,</p>
+<p>As in his blisfull state, she might not share.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+But she againe, who much his furie fear’d,</p>
+<p>Gatt to the Tombes, darke horrors dwelling place:</p>
+<p>Made lock the doores, and pull the hearses downe.</p>
+<p>Then fell shee wretched, with hir selfe to fight.</p>
+<p>A thousand plaints, a thousand sobbes she cast</p>
+<p>From hir weake brest which to the bones was torne,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[M4]</span>
+<!-- png 093 -->
+<p>Of women hir the most vnhappie call’d,</p>
+<p>Who by hir loue, hir woefull loue, had lost</p>
+<p>Hir realme, hir life, and more, the loue of him,</p>
+<p>Who while he was, was all hir woes support.</p>
+<p>But that she faultles was she did inuoke</p>
+<p>For witnes heau’n, and aire, and earth, and sea.</p>
+<p>Then sent him worde, she was no more aliue,</p>
+<p>But lay inclosed dead within hir Tombe.</p>
+<p>This he beleeu’d; and fell to sigh and grone,</p>
+<p>And crost his armes, then thus began to mone.</p>
+<p><em>Cæs.</em> Poore hopeles man! &nbsp; <em>Dir.</em> What dost thou
+more attend<ins class = "correction" title = "punctuation unclear">?&nbsp;</ins></p>
+<p>Ah <em>Antonie</em>! why dost thou death deferre<ins class =
+"correction" title = "question mark unclear">?&nbsp;</ins></p>
+<p>Since <em>Fortune</em> thy professed enimie,</p>
+<p>Hath made to die, who only made thee liue?</p>
+<p>Sone as with sighes he had these words vp clos’d,</p>
+<p>His armor he vnlaste, and cast it of,</p>
+<p>Then all disarm’d he thus againe did say:</p>
+<p>My Queene, my heart, the grief that now I feele,</p>
+<p>Is not that I your eies, my Sunne, do loose,</p>
+<p>For soone againe one Tombe shal vs conioyne:</p>
+<p>I grieue, whom men so valorouse did deeme,</p>
+<p>Should now, then you, of lesser valor seeme.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+So said, forthwith he <em>Eros</em> to him call’d,</p>
+<p><em>Eros</em> his man; summond him on his faith</p>
+<p>To kill him at his nede. He tooke the sworde,</p>
+<p>And at that instant stab’d therwith his breast,</p>
+<p>And ending life fell dead before his fete.</p>
+<p>O <em>Eros</em> thankes (quoth <em>Antonie</em>) for this</p>
+<p>Most noble acte, who pow’rles me to kill,</p>
+<p>On thee hast done, what I on mee should doe.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Of speaking thus he scarce had made an ende,</p>
+<p>And taken vp the bloudie sword from ground,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[M4v]</span>
+<!-- png 094 -->
+<p>But he his bodie piers’d; and of redd bloud</p>
+<p>A gushing fountaine all the chamber fill’d.</p>
+<p>He staggred at the blowe, his face grew pale,</p>
+<p>And on a couche all feeble downe he fell,</p>
+<p>Swounding with anguish: deadly cold him tooke,</p>
+<p>As if his soule had then his lodging left.</p>
+<p>But he reuiu’d, and marking all our eies</p>
+<p>Bathed in teares, and how our breasts we beatt</p>
+<p>For pittie, anguish, and for bitter griefe,</p>
+<p>To see him plong’d in extreame wretchednes:</p>
+<p>He prai’d vs all to haste his lingr’ing death:</p>
+<p>But no man willing, each himselfe withdrew.</p>
+<p>Then fell he new to crie and vexe himselfe,</p>
+<p>Vntill a man from <em>Cleopatra</em> came,</p>
+<p>Who said from hir he had commaundement</p>
+<p>To bring him to hir to the monument.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The poore soule at these words euen rapt with Ioy</p>
+<p>Knowing she liu’d, prai’d vs him to conuey</p>
+<p>Vnto his Ladie. Then vpon our armes</p>
+<p>We bare him to the Tombe, but entred not.</p>
+<p>For she, who feared captiue to be made,</p>
+<p>And that she should to <em>Rome</em> in triumph goe,</p>
+<p>Kept close the gate: but from a window high</p>
+<p>Cast downe a corde, wherin he was impackt.</p>
+<p>Then by hir womens helpt the corps she rais’d,</p>
+<p>And by strong armes into hir windowe drew.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+So pittifull a sight was neuer sene.</p>
+<p>Little and little <em>Antonie</em> was pull’d,</p>
+<p>Now breathing death: his beard was all vnkempt,</p>
+<p>His face and brest all bathed in his bloud.</p>
+<p>So hideous yet, and dieng as he was,</p>
+<p>His eies half-clos’d vppon the Queene he cast:</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">N</span>
+<!-- png 095 -->
+<p>Held vp his hands, and holpe himself to raise,</p>
+<p>But still with weakenes back his bodie fell.</p>
+<p>The miserable ladie with moist eies,</p>
+<p>With haire which careles on hir forhead hong,</p>
+<p>With brest which blowes had bloudilie benumb’d,</p>
+<p>With stooping head, and bodie down-ward bent,</p>
+<p>Enlast hir in the corde, and with all force</p>
+<p>This life-dead man couragiously vprais’de.</p>
+<p>The bloud with paine into hir face did flowe,</p>
+<p>Hir sinewes stiff, her selfe did breathles growe.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The people which beneath in flocks beheld,</p>
+<p>Assisted her with gesture, speech, desire:</p>
+<p>Cri’de and incourag’d her, and in their soules</p>
+<p>Did sweate, and labor, no white lesse then shee.</p>
+<p>Who neuer tir’d in labor, held so long</p>
+<p>Helpt by hir women, and hir constant heart,</p>
+<p>That <em>Antonie</em> was drawne into the tombe,</p>
+<p>And ther (I thinke) of dead augments the summe.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The Cittie all to teares and sighes is turn’d,</p>
+<p>To plaints and outcries horrible to heare:</p>
+<p>Men, women, children, hoary-headed age</p>
+<p>Do all pell mell in house and strete lament,</p>
+<p>Scratching their faces, tearing of their haire,</p>
+<p>Wringing their hands, and martyring their brests.</p>
+<p>Extreame their dole: and greater misery</p>
+<p>In sacked townes can hardlie euer be.</p>
+<p>Not if the fire had scal’de the highest towers:</p>
+<p>That all things were of force and murther full;</p>
+<p>That in the streets the bloud in riuers stream’d;</p>
+<p>That sonne his sire saw in his bosome slaine,</p>
+<p>The sire his sonne: the husband reft of breath</p>
+<p>In his wiues armes, who furious runnes to death.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[Nv]</span>
+<!-- png 096 -->
+<p>Now my brest wounded with their piteouse plaints</p>
+<p>I left their towne, and tooke with me this sworde,</p>
+<p>Which I tooke vp at what time <em>Antonie</em></p>
+<p>Was from his chamber caried to the tombe:</p>
+<p>And brought it you, to make his death more plaine,</p>
+<p>And that therby my words may credite gaine.</p>
+<p><em>Cæs.</em> Ah Gods what cruell happ! poore <em>Antonie</em>,</p>
+<p>Alas hast thou this sword so long time borne</p>
+<p>Against thy foe, that in the ende it should</p>
+<p>Of thee his Lord the cursed murthr’er be?</p>
+<p><em>O Death</em> how I bewaile thee! we (alas!)</p>
+<p>So many warres haue ended, brothers, frends,</p>
+<p>Companions, coozens, equalls in estate:</p>
+<p>And must it now to kill thee be my fate?</p>
+<p><em>Ag.</em> Why trouble you your selfe with bootles griefe?</p>
+<p>For <em>Antonie</em> why spend you teares in vaine?</p>
+<p>Why darken you with dole your victorie?</p>
+<p>Me seemes your self your glorie do enuie.</p>
+<p>Enter the towne, giue thankes vnto the Gods.</p>
+<p><em>Cæs.</em> I cannot but his tearefull chaunce lament,</p>
+<p>Although not I, but his owne pride the cause,</p>
+<p>And vnchaste loue of this <em>Ægyptian</em>.</p>
+<ins class = "correction" title = ", for ."><em>Agr.</em></ins> But best
+we sought into the tombe to gett,
+<p>Lest shee consume in this amazed case</p>
+<p>So much rich treasure, with which happelie</p>
+<p>Despaire in death may make hir feed the fire:</p>
+<p>Suffring the flames hir Iewells to deface,</p>
+<p>You to defraud, hir funerall to grace.</p>
+<p>Sende then to hir, and let some meane be vs’d</p>
+<p>With some deuise so holde hir still aliue,</p>
+<p>Some faire large promises: and let them marke</p>
+<p>Whither they may by some fine conning slight</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">N2</span>
+<!-- png 097 -->
+<p>Enter the tombes. &nbsp; <em>Cæsar.</em> Let <em>Proculeius</em>
+goe,</p>
+<p>And fede with hope hir soule disconsolate.</p>
+<p>Assure hir so, that we may wholie gett</p>
+<p>Into our hands hir treasure and hir selfe.</p>
+<p>For this of all things most I doe desire</p>
+<p>To kepe hir safe vntill our going hence:</p>
+<p>That by hir presence beautified may be</p>
+<p>The glorious triumph <em>Rome</em> prepares for <ins class =
+"correction" title = ". invisible">me.&nbsp;</ins></p>
+
+
+<h5><a name = "act4_ch" id = "act4_ch">Chorus of Romaine<br>
+<i>Souldiors</i>.</a></h5>
+
+<div class = "chorus">
+<p>Shall euer ciuile <ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘bate’">hate</ins></p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+gnaw and deuour our state?</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Shall neuer we this blade,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Our bloud hath bloudie made,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Lay downe? these armes downe lay</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+As robes we weare alway?</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+But as from age to age,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+So passe from rage to rage?</p>
+<p>Our hands shall we not rest</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+To bath in our owne brest?</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And shall thick in each land</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Our wretched trophees stand,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+To tell posteritie,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+What madd Impietie</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Our stonie stomakes ledd</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Against the place vs bredd?</p>
+<p>Then still must heauen view</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The plagues that vs pursue:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And euery where descrie</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Heaps of vs scattred lie,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[N2v]</span>
+<!-- png 098 -->
+<p class = "inset1">
+Making the straunger plaines</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Fatt with our bleeding raines,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Proud that on them their graue</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+So manie legions haue.</p>
+<p>And with our fleshes still</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+<em>Neptune</em> his fishes fill</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And dronke with bloud from blue</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The sea take blushing hue:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+As iuice of <em>Tyrian</em> shell,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+When clarified well</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+To wolle of finest fields</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+A purple glosse it yelds.</p>
+<p>But since the rule of <em>Rome</em>,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+To one mans hand is come,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Who gouernes without mate</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Hir now vnited state,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Late iointlie rulde by three</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Enuieng mutuallie,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Whose triple yoke much woe</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+On <em>Latines</em> necks did throwe:</p>
+<p>I hope the cause of iarre,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And of this bloudie warre,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And deadlie discord gone</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+By what we last haue done:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Our banks shall cherish now</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The branchie pale-hew’d bow</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Of <em>Oliue</em>, <em>Pallas</em> praise,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+In stede of barraine bayes.</p>
+<p>And that his temple dore,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Which bloudie <em>Mars</em> before</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Held open, now at last</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Olde <em>Ianus</em> shall make fast:</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">N3</span>
+<!-- png 099 -->
+<p class = "inset1">
+And rust the sword consume,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+And spoild of wauing plume,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The vseles morion shall</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+On crooke hang by the wall.</p>
+<p>At least if warre returne</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+It shall not here soiourne,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+To kill vs with those armes</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Were forg’d for others harmes:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+But haue their pointes addrest,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Against the <em>Germaines</em> brest,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The <em>Parthians</em> fayned <ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘fligbt’">flight</ins>,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The <em>Biscaines</em> martiall might.</p>
+<p>Olde Memorie doth there</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Painted on forhead weare</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Our Fathers praise: thence torne</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Our triumphes baies haue worne:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Therby our matchles <ins class = "notation" title = "‘m’ italicized"><em>Rome</em></ins></p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Whilome of Shepeheards come</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Rais’d to this greatnes stands,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The Queene of forraine lands.</p>
+<p>Which now euen seemes to face</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The heau’ns, her glories place:</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Nought resting vnder Skies</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+That dares affront her eies.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+So that she needes but feare</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The weapons <em>Ioue</em> doth beare,</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Who angrie at one blowe</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+May her quite ouerthrowe.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[N3v]</span>
+<!-- png 100 -->
+
+<h5 class = "ital"><a name = "act5" id = "act5">Act. 5.</a></h5>
+
+
+<h5>Cleopatra. Euphron. Children of Cleopatra.<br>
+Charmion. Eras.</h5>
+
+<h5>Cleop.</h5>
+
+<p class = "inset1">
+O cruell Fortune! ô accursed lott!</p>
+<p>O plaguy loue! ô most detested brand!</p>
+<p>O wretched ioyes! ô beauties miserable!</p>
+<p>O deadlie state! ô deadly roialtie!</p>
+<p>O hatefull life! ô Queene most lamentable!</p>
+<p>O <em>Antonie</em> by my fault buriable!</p>
+<p>O hellish worke of heau’n! alas! the wrath</p>
+<p>Of all the Gods at once on vs is falne.</p>
+<p>Vnhappie Queene! ô would I in this world</p>
+<p>The wandring light of day had neuer sene?</p>
+<p>Alas! of mine the plague and poison I</p>
+<p>The crowne haue lost my ancestors me left,</p>
+<p>This Realme I haue to straungers subiect made,</p>
+<p>And robd my children of their heritage.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Yet this is nought (alas!) vnto the price</p>
+<p>Of you deare husband, whome my snares entrap’d:</p>
+<p>Of you, whom I haue plagu’d, whom I haue made</p>
+<p>With bloudie hand a guest of mouldie Tombe:</p>
+<p>Of you, whome I destroid, of you, deare Lord,</p>
+<p>Whome I of Empire, honor, life haue spoil’d.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+O hurtfull woman! and can I yet liue,</p>
+<p>Yet longer liue in this Ghost-haunted tombe?</p>
+<p>Can I yet breathe! can yet in such annoy,</p>
+<p>Yet can my Soule within this bodie dwell?</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[N4]</span>
+<!-- png 101 -->
+<p>O Sisters you that spinne the thredes of death!</p>
+<p>O <em>Styx</em>! ô <em>Phlegethon</em>! you brookes of hell!</p>
+<p>O Impes of <em>Night</em>! &nbsp; <em>Euph.</em> Liue for your
+childrens sake:</p>
+<p>Let not your death of kingdome them depriue.</p>
+<p>Alas what shall they do? who will haue care?</p>
+<p>Who will preserue this royall race of yours?</p>
+<p>Who pittie take? euen now me seemes I see</p>
+<p>These little soules to seruile bondage falne,</p>
+<p>And borne in triumph. &nbsp; <em>Cl.</em> Ah most miserable!</p>
+<p><em>Euph.</em> Their tender armes with cursed corde fast bound</p>
+<p>At their weake backs. &nbsp; <em>Cl.</em> Ah Gods what pittie
+more!</p>
+<p><em>Eph.</em> Their seelie necks to ground with weaknesse bend.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> Neuer on vs, good Gods, such mischiefe sende.</p>
+<p><em>Euph.</em> And pointed at with fingers as they go.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> Rather a thousand deaths. &nbsp; <em>Euph.</em> Lastly
+his knife</p>
+<p>Some cruell caytiue in their bloud embrue.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> Ah my heart breaks. By shadie bankes of hell,</p>
+<p>By fieldes wheron the lonely Ghosts do treade,</p>
+<p>By my soule, and the soule of <em>Antonie</em></p>
+<p>I you beseche, <em>Euphron</em>, of them haue care.</p>
+<p>Be their good Father, let your wisedome lett</p>
+<p>That they fall not into this Tyrants handes.</p>
+<p>Rather conduct them where their freezed locks</p>
+<p>Black <em>Æthiopes</em> to neighbour Sunne do shewe;</p>
+<p>On wauie <em>Ocean</em> at the waters will;</p>
+<p>On barraine cliffes of snowie <em>Caucasus</em>;</p>
+<p>To Tigers swift, to Lions, and to Beares;</p>
+<p>And rather, rather vnto euery coaste,</p>
+<p>To eu’rie land and sea: for nought I feare</p>
+<p>As rage of him, whose thirst no bloud can quench.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Adieu deare children, children deare adieu:</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[N4v]</span>
+<!-- png 102 -->
+<p>Good <em>Isis</em> you to place of safetie guide,</p>
+<p>Farre from our foes, where you your liues may leade</p>
+<p>In free estate deuoid of seruile dread.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Remember not, my children, you were borne</p>
+<p>Of such a Princelie race: remember not</p>
+<p>So manie braue Kings which haue <em>Egipt</em> rul’de</p>
+<p>In right descent your ancestors haue bene:</p>
+<p>That this great <em>Antonie</em> your Father was,</p>
+<p><em>Hercules</em> bloud, and more then he in praise.</p>
+<p>For your high courage such remembrance will,</p>
+<p>Seing your fall with burning rages fill.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Who knowes if that your hands false <em>Destinie</em></p>
+<p>The Scepters promis’d of imperiouse <em>Rome</em>,</p>
+<p>In stede of them shall crooked shepehookes beare,</p>
+<p>Needles or forkes, or guide the carte, or plough?</p>
+<p>Ah learne t’ endure: your birth and high estate</p>
+<p>Forget, my babes, and bend to force of fate.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Farwell, my babes, farwell, my hart is clos’de</p>
+<p>With pitie and paine, my self with death enclos’de,</p>
+<p>My breath doth faile. Farwell for euermore,</p>
+<p>Your Sire and me you shall see neuer more.</p>
+<p>Farwell swete care, farwell. &nbsp; <em>Chil.</em> Madame Adieu.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> Ah this voice killes me. Ah good Gods! I swounde.</p>
+<p>I can no more, I die. &nbsp; <em>Eras.</em> Madame, alas!</p>
+<p>And will you yeld to woe? Ah speake to vs.</p>
+<p><em>Eup.</em> Come children. &nbsp; <em>Chil.</em> We come. &nbsp;
+<em>Eup.</em> Follow we our chaunce.</p>
+<p>The Gods shall guide vs. &nbsp; <em>Char.</em> O too cruell lott!</p>
+<p>O too hard chaunce! Sister what shall we do,</p>
+<p>What shall we do, alas! if murthring darte</p>
+<p>Of death arriue while that in slumbring swound</p>
+<p>Half dead she lie with anguish ouergone?</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">O</span>
+<!-- png 103 -->
+<p><em>Er.</em> Her face is frozen. &nbsp; <em>Ch.</em> Madame for Gods
+loue</p>
+<p>Leaue vs not thus: bidd vs yet first farwell.</p>
+<p>Alas! wepe ouer <em>Antonie</em>: Let not</p>
+<p>His bodie be without due rites entomb’de.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> Ah, ah. &nbsp; <em>Char.</em> Madame. &nbsp;
+<em>Cle.</em> Ay me! &nbsp; <em>Cl.</em> How fainte she is?</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> My Sisters, holde me vp. How wretched I,</p>
+<p>How cursed am! and was ther euer one</p>
+<p>By Fortunes hate into more dolours throwne?</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Ah, weeping <em>Niobe</em>, although thy hart</p>
+<p>Beholdes itselfe enwrap’d in causefull woe</p>
+<p>For thy dead children, that a senceless rocke</p>
+<p>With griefe become, on <em>Sipylus</em> thou stand’st</p>
+<p>In endles teares: yet didst thou neuer feele</p>
+<p>The weights of griefe that on my heart do lie.</p>
+<p>Thy Children thou, mine I poore soule haue lost,</p>
+<p>And lost their Father, more then them I waile,</p>
+<p>Lost this faire realme; yet me the heauens wrathe</p>
+<p>Into a Stone not yet transformed hath.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+<em>Phaetons</em> sisters, daughters of the Sunne,</p>
+<p>Which waile your brother falne into the streames</p>
+<p>Of stately <em>Po</em>: the Gods vpon the bankes</p>
+<p>Your bodies to banke-louing Alders turn’d.</p>
+<p>For me, I sigh, I ceasles wepe, and waile,</p>
+<p>And heauen pittiles laughes at my woe,</p>
+<p>Reuiues, renewes it still: and in the ende</p>
+<p>(Oh crueltie!) doth death for comfort lende.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Die <em>Cleopatra</em> then, no longer stay</p>
+<p>From <em>Antonie</em>, who thee at <em>Styx</em> attends:</p>
+<p>Goe ioine thy Ghost with his, and sobbe no more</p>
+<p>Without his loue within these tombes enclos’d.</p>
+<p><em>Eras.</em> Alas! yet let vs wepe, lest sodaine death</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">Ov</span>
+<!-- png 104 -->
+<p>From him our teares, and those last duties take</p>
+<p>Vnto his tombe we owe. <em>Ch.</em> Ah let vs wepe</p>
+<p>While moisture lasts, then die before his feete.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> who furnish will mine eies with streaming teares</p>
+<p>My boiling anguish worthilie to waile,</p>
+<p>Waile thee <em>Antonie</em>, <em>Antonie</em> my heart?</p>
+<p>Alas, how much I weeping liquor want!</p>
+<p>Yet haue mine eies quite drawne their Conduits drie</p>
+<p>By long beweeping my disastred harmes.</p>
+<p>Now reason is that from my side they sucke</p>
+<p>First vitall moisture, then the vitall bloud.</p>
+<p>Then let the bloud from my sad eies out flowe,</p>
+<p>And smoking yet with thine in mixture growe.</p>
+<p>Moist it, and heate it newe, and neuer stopp,</p>
+<p>All watring thee, while yet remaines one dropp.</p>
+<p><em>Cha.</em> <em>Antonie</em> take our teares: this is the last</p>
+<p>Of all the duties we to thee can yelde,</p>
+<p>Before we die. &nbsp; <em>Er.</em> These sacred obsequies</p>
+<p>Take <em>Antony</em>, and take them in good parte.</p>
+<p><em>Cl.</em> O Goddesse thou whom <em>Cyprus</em> doth adore,</p>
+<p><em>Venus</em> of <em>Paphos</em>, bent to worke vs harme</p>
+<p>For olde <em>Iulus</em> broode, if thou take care</p>
+<p>Of <em>Cæsar</em>, why of vs tak’st thou no care?</p>
+<p><em>Antonie</em> did descend, as well as he,</p>
+<p>From thine own Sonne by long enchained line:</p>
+<p>And might haue rul’d by one and self same fate,</p>
+<p>True <em>Troian</em> bloud, the statelie <em>Romain</em> state.</p>
+<p><em>Antonie</em>, poore <em>Antonie</em>, my deare soule,</p>
+<p>Now but a blocke, the bootie of a tombe,</p>
+<p>Thy life, thy heate is lost, thy coullor gone,</p>
+<p>And hideous palenes on thy face hath seaz’d.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[O2]</span>
+<!-- png 105 -->
+<p>Thy eies, two Sunnes, the lodging place of loue,</p>
+<p>Which yet for tents to warlike <em>Mars</em> did serue,</p>
+<p>Lock’d vp in lidds (as faire daies cherefull light</p>
+<p>Which darknesse flies) do winking hide in night.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+<em>Antonie</em> by our true loues I thee beseche,</p>
+<p>And by our hearts swete sparks haue sett on fire,</p>
+<p>Our holy mariage, and the tender ruthe</p>
+<p>Of our deare babes, knot of our amitie:</p>
+<p>My dolefull voice thy eare let entertaine,</p>
+<p>And take me with thee to the hellish plaine,</p>
+<p>Thy wife, thy frend: heare <em>Antonie</em>, ô heare</p>
+<p>My sobbing sighes, if here thou be, or there.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Liued thus long, the winged race of yeares</p>
+<p>Ended I haue as <em>Destinie</em> decreed,</p>
+<p>Flourish’d and raign’d, and taken iust reuenge</p>
+<p>Of him who me both hated and despisde.</p>
+<p>Happie, alas too happie! if of <em>Rome</em></p>
+<p>Only the fleete had hither neuer come.</p>
+<p>And now of me an Image great shall goe</p>
+<p>Vnder the earth to bury there my woe.</p>
+<p>What say I? where am I? ô <em>Cleopatra</em>,</p>
+<p>Poore <em>Cleopatra</em>, griefe thy reason reaues.</p>
+<p>No, no, most happie in this happles case,</p>
+<p>To die with thee, and dieng thee embrace:</p>
+<p>My bodie ioynde with thine, my mouth with thine,</p>
+<p>My mouth, whose moisture burning sighes haue dried:</p>
+<p>To be in one selfe tombe, and one selfe chest,</p>
+<p>And wrapt with thee in one selfe sheete to rest.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+The sharpest torment in my heart I feele</p>
+<p>Is that I staie from thee, my heart, this while.</p>
+<p>Die will I straight now, now streight will I die,</p>
+<p>And streight with thee a wandring shade will be,</p>
+<span class = "pagenum silent">[O2v]</span>
+<!-- png 106 -->
+<p>Vnder the <em>Cypres</em> trees thou haunt’st alone,</p>
+<p>Where brookes of hell do falling seeme to mone.</p>
+<p>But yet I stay, and yet thee ouerliue,</p>
+<p>That ere I die due rites I may thee giue.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+A thousand sobbes I from my brest will teare,</p>
+<p>With thousand plaints thy funeralles adorne:</p>
+<p>My haire shall serue for thy oblations,</p>
+<p>My boiling teares for thy effusions,</p>
+<p>Mine eies thy fire: for out of them the flame</p>
+<p>(Which burnt thy heart on me enamour’d) came.</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+Wepe my companions, wepe, and from your eies</p>
+<p>Raine downe on him of teares a brinish streame.</p>
+<p>Mine can no more, consumed by the coales</p>
+<p>Which from my breast, as from a furnace, rise.</p>
+<p>Martir your breasts with multiplied blowes,</p>
+<p>With violent hands teare of your hanging haire,</p>
+<p>Outrage your face: alas! why should we seeke</p>
+<p>(Since now we die) our beawties more to kepe?</p>
+<p class = "inset1">
+I spent in teares, not able more to spende,</p>
+<p>But kisse him now, what rests me more to doe?</p>
+<p>Then lett me kisse you, you faire eies, my light,</p>
+<p>Front seate of honor, face most fierce, most faire!</p>
+<p>O neck, ô armes, ô hands, ô breast where death</p>
+<p>(Oh mischief) comes to choake vp vitall breath.</p>
+<p>A thousand kisses, thousand thousand more</p>
+<p>Let you my mouth for honors farewell giue:</p>
+<p><ins class = "notation" title = "initial ‘T’ not italic">That</ins>
+in this office weake my limmes may growe,</p>
+<p>Fainting on you, and fourth my soule may flowe.</p>
+
+
+<h5>At Ramsburie. 26. of Nouember.</h5>
+
+<h5 class = "extended">1590.</h5>
+
+</div> <!-- end div drama -->
+
+</div> <!-- end div antonius -->
+
+<div class = "contents">
+<p><a href = "#discourse">Discourse</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#antonius">Antonius</a></p>
+</div>
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of A Discourse of Life and Death, by Mornay;
+and  Antonius by Garnier, by Philippe de  Mornay and Robert Garnier
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: A Discourse of Life and Death, by Mornay; and  Antonius by Garnier
+
+Author: Philippe de  Mornay
+        Robert Garnier
+
+Translator: Mary Sidney Herbert
+
+Release Date: June 10, 2007 [EBook #21789]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A DISCOURSE OF LIFE ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Louise Hope, David Starner and the Online
+Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net
+
+
+
+
+
+  [Transcriber's Note:
+
+  This text is intended for users whose text readers cannot use the
+  "real" (unicode/utf-8) version of the file. Characters that could not
+  be fully displayed have been "unpacked" and shown in brackets:
+
+    [em], [en], [om], [on], [un]
+      vowel with overline (for following nasal)
+
+  The "oe" character is shown as two separate letters.]
+
+
+
+
+  A
+  Discourse of Life
+  _and Death_.
+
+  Written in French by _Ph.
+  Mornay_.
+
+  Antonius,
+  _A Tragoedie written also in French_
+  by _Ro. Garnier_.
+
+  Both done in English by the
+  _Countesse of Pembroke_.
+
+[Illustration: publisher's device]
+
+AT LONDON,
+
+Printed for _William Ponsonby_.
+
+1592.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Emblem]
+
+
+
+
+[Decoration]
+
+A Discourse of Life and Death,
+
+Written in French by _Ph. Mornay_.
+
+_Sieur du Plessis Marly_.
+
+
+It seemes to mee strange, and a thing much to be marueiled, that
+the laborer to repose himselfe hasteneth as it were the course
+of the Sunne: that the Mariner rowes with all force to attayne
+the porte, and with a ioyfull crye salutes the descryed land:
+that the traueiler is neuer quiet nor content till he be at the
+ende of his voyage: and that wee in the meane while tied in this
+world to a perpetuall taske, tossed with continuall tempest,
+tyred with a rough and combersome way, cannot yet see the ende
+of our labour but with griefe, nor behold our porte but with
+teares, nor approch our home and quiet abode but with horrour
+and trembling. This life is but a _Penelopes_ web, wherein we
+are alwayes doing and vndoing: a sea open to all windes, which
+sometime within, sometime without neuer cease to torment vs:
+a weary iorney through extreame heates, and coldes, ouer high
+mountaynes, steepe rockes, and theeuish deserts. And so we terme
+it in weauing at this web, in rowing at this oare, in passing
+this miserable way. Yet loe when death comes to ende our worke,
+when she stretcheth out her armes to pull vs into the porte,
+when after so many dangerous passages, and lothsome lodgings she
+would conduct vs to our true home and resting place: in steede
+of reioycing at the ende of our labour, of taking comfort at the
+sight of our land, of singing at the approch of our happie
+mansion, we would faine, (who would beleeue it?) retake our
+worke in hand, we would againe hoise saile to the winde, and
+willinglie vndertake our iourney anew. No more then remember we
+our paines, our shipwracks and dangers are forgotten: we feare
+no more the trauailes nor the theeues. Contrarywise, we
+apprehende death as an extreame payne, we doubt it as a rocke,
+we flye it as a theefe. We doe as litle children, who all the
+day complayne, and when the medicine is brought them, are no
+longer sicke: as they who all the weeke long runne vp and downe
+the streetes with payne of the teeth, and seeing the Barber
+comming to pull them out, feele no more payne: as those tender
+and delicate bodyes, who in a pricking pleurisie complaine, crie
+out, and cannot stay for a Surgion, and when they see him
+whetting his Launcet to cut the throate of the disease, pull in
+their armes, and hide them in the bed, as, if he were come to
+kill them. We feare more the cure then the disease, the surgion
+then the paine, the stroke then the impostume. We haue more
+sence of the medicins bitternes soone gone, then of a bitter
+languishing long continued: more feeling of death the end of our
+miseries, then the endlesse misery of our life. And whence
+proceedeth this folly and simplicitie? we neyther knowe life,
+nor death. We feare that we ought to hope for, and wish for that
+we ought to feare. We call life a continuall death: and death
+the issue of a liuing death, and the entrance of a neuer dying
+life. Now what good, I pray you, is there in life, that we
+should so much pursue it? or what euill is there in death, that
+we should so much eschue it? Nay what euill is there not in
+life? and what good is there not in death? Consider all the
+periods of this life. We enter it in teares; we passe it in
+sweate, we ende it in sorow. Great and litle, ritch and poore,
+not one in the whole world, that can pleade immunitie from this
+condition. Man in this point worse then all other creatures, is
+borne vnable to support himselfe: neither receyuing in his first
+yeeres any pleasure, nor giuing to others but annoy and
+displeasure, and before the age of discretion passing infinite
+dangers. Only herein lesse vnhappy then in other ages, that he
+hath no sence nor apprehension of his vnhappines. Now is there
+any so weake minded, that if it were graunted him to liue
+alwayes a childe, would make accompt of such a life? So then it
+is euident that not simplie to liue is a good, but well and
+happilie to liue. But proceede. Growes he? with him growe his
+trauailes. Scarcely is he come out of his nurses hands, scarcely
+knowes he what it is to play, but he falleth into the subiection
+of some Schoolemaister: I speake but of those which are best and
+most precisely brought vp. Studies he? it is euer with repining.
+Playes he? neuer but with feare. This whole age while he is
+vnder the charge of an other, is vnto him but as a prison. He
+only thinks, and only aspires to that time when freed from the
+mastership of another, he may become maister of himselfe:
+pushing onward (as much as in him lies) his age with his
+shoulder, that soone he may enioy his hoped libertie. In short,
+he desires nothing more then the ende of this base age, and the
+beginning of his youth. And what else I pray you is the
+beginning of youth, but the death of infancy? the beginning of
+manhood, but the death of youth? the beginning of to morow, but
+the death of to day? In this sort then desires he his death, and
+iudgeth his life miserable: and so cannot be reputed in any
+happines or contentment. Behold him now, according to his wish,
+at libertie: in that age, wherein _Hercules_ had the choise, to
+take the way of vertue or of vice, reason or passion for his
+guide, and of these two must take one. His passion entertains
+him with a thousand delights, prepares for him a thousand
+baites, presents him with a thousand worldly pleasures to
+surprize him: and fewe there are that are not beguiled. But at
+the reconings ende what pleasures are they? pleasures full of
+vice which hold him still in a restles feauer: pleasures subiect
+to repentance, like sweete meates of hard disgestion: pleasures
+bought with paine and perill, spent and past in a moment, and
+followed with a long and lothsome remorse of conscience. And
+this is the very nature (if they be well examined) of all the
+pleasures of this world. There is in none so much sweetenes, but
+there is more bitternes: none so pleasant to the mouth, but
+leaues an vnsauery after taste and lothsome disdaine: none
+(which is worse) so moderated but hath his corosiue, and caries
+his punishment in it selfe. I will not heere speake of the
+displeasures confessed by all, as quarells, debates, woundes,
+murthers, banishments, sicknes, perils, whereinto sometimes the
+incontinencie, sometimes the insolencie of this ill guided age
+conductes him. But if those that seem pleasures, be nothing else
+but displeasures: if the sweetnes thereof be as an infusion of
+wormewood: it is plaine enough what the displeasure is they
+feele, and how great the bitternes that they taste. Behold in
+summe the life of a yong man, who rid of the gouernment of his
+parents and maisters, abandons himselfe to all libertie or
+rather bondage of his passion: which right like an vncleane
+spirit possessing him, casts him now into the water, now into
+the fire: sometimes caries him cleane ouer a rocke, and sometime
+flings him headlong to the bottome. Now if he take and followe
+reason for his guide, beholde on the other part wonderfull
+difficulties: he must resolue to fight in euery part of the
+field: at euery step to be in conflict, and at handstrokes, as
+hauing his enemy in front, in flanke, and on the reareward,
+neuer leauing to assaile him. And what enemy? all that can
+delight him, all that he sees neere, or farre off: briefly the
+greatest enemy of the world, the world it selfe. But which is
+worse, a thousand treacherous and dangerous intelligences among
+his owne forces, and his passion within himselfe desperate:
+which in that age growne to the highest, awaits but time, houre,
+and occasion to surprize him, and cast him into all viciousnes.
+God only and none other, can make him choose this way: God only
+can hold him in it to the ende: God only can make him victorious
+in all his combats. And well we see how fewe they are that enter
+into it, and of those fewe, how many that retire againe. Follow
+the one way, or follow the other, he must either subiect
+himselfe to a tyrannicall passion, or vndertake a weery and
+continuall combate, willingly cast himselfe to destruction, or
+fetter himselfe as it were in stockes, easily sincke with the
+course of the water, or painefully swimme against the streame.
+Loe here the young man, who in his youth hath drunke his full
+draught of the worlds vaine and deceiuable pleasures, ouertaken
+by them with such a dull heauines, and astonishment, as
+drunkards the morow after a feast: either so out of taste, that
+he will no more, or so glutted, that he can no more: not able
+without griefe to speake, or thinke of them. Loe him that
+stoutly hath made resistance: he feeles himselfe so weery, and
+with this continuall conflict so brused and broken, that either
+he is vpon the point to yeeld himselfe, or content to dye, and
+so acquit himselfe. And this is all the good, all the
+contentment of this florishing age, by children so earnestlie
+desired, and by old folkes so hartely lamented. Now commeth that
+which is called perfit age, in the which men haue no other
+thoughts, but to purchase themselues wisedome and rest. Perfit
+in deede, but herein only perfit, that all imperfections of
+humane nature, hidden before vnder the simplicitie of childhood,
+or the lightnes of youth, appeere at this age in their
+perfection. We speake of none in this place but such as are
+esteemed the wisest, and most happie in the conceit of the
+world. We played as you haue seene in feare: our short pleasures
+were attended on with long repentance. Behold, now present
+themselues to vs auarice, and ambition, promising if wee will
+adore them, perfect contentm[en]t of the goods and honors of this
+world. And surely there are none, but the true children of the
+Lord, who by the faire illusions of the one or the other cast
+not themselues headlong from the top of the pinnacle. But in the
+ende, what is all this contentment? The couetous man makes a
+thousand voiages by sea and by lande: runnes a thousand
+fortunes: escapes a thousand shipwrackes in perpetuall feare and
+trauell: and many times he either looseth his time, or gaineth
+nothing but sicknesses, goutes, and oppilations for the time to
+come. In the purchase of this goodly repose, he bestoweth his
+true rest: and to gaine wealth looseth his life. Suppose he hath
+gained in good quantitie: that he hath spoiled the whole East of
+pearles, and drawen dry all the mines of the West: will he
+therefore be setled in quiet? can he say that he is content? All
+charges and iourneys past, by his passed paines he heapeth vp
+but future disquietnes both of minde and body: from one trauell
+falling into another, neuer ending, but changing his miseries.
+He desired to haue them, and now feares to loose them: he got
+them with burning ardour, and possesseth in trembling colde: he
+aduentured among theeues to seeke them, and hauing found them,
+theeues and robbers on all sides, runne mainely on him: he
+laboured to dig them out of the earth, and now is enforced to
+redig, and rehide them. Finally comming from all his voiages he
+comes into a prison: and for an ende of his bodely trauels, is
+taken with endlesse trauails of the minde. And what at length
+hath this poore soule attained after so many miseries? This
+Deuill of couetise by his illusions, and enchantments, beares
+him in hand that he hath some rare and singuler thing: and so it
+fareth with him, as with those seely creatures, whome the Deuill
+seduceth vnder couler of releeuing their pouertie, who finde
+their hands full of leaues, supposing to finde them full of
+crownes. He possesseth or rather is possessed by a thing,
+wherein is neither force nor vertue: more vnprofitable, and more
+base, then the least hearbe of the earth. Yet hath he heaped
+togither this vile excrement, and so brutish is growne, as
+therewith to crowne his head, which naturally he should tread
+vnder his feete. But howsoeuer it be, is he therewith content?
+Nay contrarywise lesse now, then euer. We commend most those
+drinks that breede an alteration, and soonest extinguish thyrst:
+and those meates, which in least quantitie do longest resist
+hunger. Now hereof the more a man drinkes, the more he is a
+thirst, the more he eates, the more an hungred: It is a dropsie,
+(and as they tearme it) the dogs hunger: sooner may he burst
+then be satisfied. And which is worse, so strange in some is
+this thyrst, that it maketh them dig the pits, and painefully
+drawe the water, and after will not suffer them to drinke. In
+the middest of a riuer they are dry with thirst: and on a heape
+of corne cry out of famine: they haue goodes and dare not vse
+them: they haue ioyes it seemes, and do not enioy them: they
+neither haue for themselues, nor for another: but of all they
+haue, they haue nothing: and yet haue want of all they haue not.
+Let vs then returne to that, that the attaining of all these
+deceiuable goods is nothing else but weerines of body, and the
+possession for the most part, but weerines of the minde: which
+certenly is so much the greater, as is more sensible, more
+subtile, and more tender the soule then the body. But the heape
+of all misery is when they come to loose them: when either
+shipwracke, or sacking, or inuasion, or fire, or such like
+calamities, to which these fraile things are subiect, doth take
+and cary them from them. Then fall they to cry, to weepe, and to
+torment themselues, as little children that haue lost their
+play-game, which notwithstanding is nothing worth. One cannot
+perswade them, that mortall men haue any other good in this
+world, but that which is mortall. They are in their owne
+conceits not only spoyled, but altogither flayed. And for asmuch
+as in these vaine things they haue fixed all their hope, hauing
+lost them, they fall into despaire, out of the which commonly
+they cannot be withdrawen. And which is more, all that they haue
+not gained according to the accompts they made, they esteeme
+lost: all that which turnes them not to great and extraordinary
+profit, they accompt as damage: whereby we see some fall into
+such despaire, as they cast away themselues. In short, the
+recompence that Couetise yeelds those that haue serued it all
+their life, is oftentimes like that of the Deuill: whereof the
+ende is, that after a small time hauing gratified his disciples,
+either he giues them ouer to a hangman, or himselfe breakes
+their neckes. I will not heere discourse of the wickednes and
+mischiefes wherevnto the couetous men subiect themselues to
+attaine to these goodes, whereby their conscience is filled with
+a perpetuall remorse, which neuer leaues them in quiet:
+sufficeth that in this ouer vehement exercise, which busieth and
+abuseth the greatest part of the world, the body is slaine, the
+minde is weakened, the soule is lost without any pleasure or
+contentment.
+
+Come we to ambition, which by a greedines of honor fondly
+holdeth occupied the greatest persons. Thinke we there to finde
+more? nay rather lesse. As the one deceiueth vs, geuing vs for
+all our trauaile, but a vile excrement of the earth: so the
+other repayes vs, but with smoke and winde: the rewards of this
+being as vaine, as those of that were grosse. Both in the one
+and the other, we fall into a bottomles pit; but into this the
+fall by so much the more dangerous, as at the first shewe, the
+water is more pleasant and cleare. Of those that geue themselues
+to courte ambition, some are great about Princes, others
+commanders of Armies: both sorts according to their degree, you
+see saluted, reuerenced, and adored of those that are vnder
+them. You see them appareled in purple, in scarlet, and in cloth
+of gould: it seemes at first sight there is no contentment in
+the world but theirs. But men knowe not how heauy an ounce of
+that vaine honor weighes, what those reuerences cost them, and
+how dearely they pay for an ell of those rich stuffes: who knewe
+them well, would neuer buy them at the price. The one hath
+attained to this degree, after a long and painefull seruice
+hazarding his life vpon euery occasion, with losse ofttimes of a
+legge or an arme, and that at the pleasure of a Prince, that
+more regards a hundred perches of ground on his neighbours
+frontiers, then the liues of a hundred thousand such as he:
+vnfortunate to serue who loues him not: and foolish to thinke
+himselfe in honor with him, that makes so litle reckening to
+loose him for a thing of no worth. Others growe vp by flattering
+a Prince, and long submitting their toongs and hands to say and
+doe without difference whatsoeuer they will haue them: wherevnto
+a good minde can neuer commaund it selfe. They shall haue
+indured a thousand iniuries, receiued a thousand disgraces, and
+as neere as they seeme about the Prince, they are neuertheles
+alwayes as the Lions keeper, who by long patience, a thousand
+feedings and a thousand clawings hath made a fierce Lion
+familiar, yet geues him neuer meate, but with pulling backe his
+hand, alwayes in feare least he should catch him: and if once in
+a yere he bites him, he sets it so close, that he is paid for a
+long time after. Such is the ende of all princes fauorites. When
+a Prince after long breathings hath raised a man to great
+height, he makes it his pastime, at what time he seemes to be at
+the top of his trauaile, to cast him downe at an instant: when
+he hath filled him with all wealth, he wrings him after as a
+sponge: louing none but himself, and thinking euery one made,
+but to serue, and please him. These blinde courtiers make
+themselues beleeue, that they haue freends, and many that honor
+them: neuer considering that as they make semblance to loue, and
+honor euery body, so others do by them. Their superiors disdaine
+them, and neuer but with scorne do so much as salute them. Their
+inferiors salute them because they haue neede of them (I meane
+of their fortune, of their foode, of their apparell, not of
+their person) and for their equalls betweene whome commonly
+friendship consistes, they enuy each other, accuse each other,
+crosse each other; continually greeued either at their owne
+harme, or at others good. Nowe what greater hell is there, what
+greater torment, then enuie? which in truth is nought else but a
+feauer _Hectique_ of the mind: so they are vtterly frustrate of
+all frendship, euer iudged by the wisest the chiefe and
+soueraigne good among men. Will you see it more clearely? Let
+but fortune turne her backe, euery man turnes from them: let her
+frowne; euery man lookes aside on them: let them once be
+disroabed of their triumphall garment, no body will any more
+knowe them. Againe, let there be apparelled in it the most
+vnworthie, and infamous whatsoeuer: euen he without difficultie
+by vertue of his robe, shall inherit all the honours the other
+had done him. In the meane time they are puffed vp, and growe
+proude, as the Asse which caried the image of _Isis_ was for the
+honors done to the Goddesse, and regard not that it is the
+fortune they carry which is honored, not themselues, on whome as
+on Asses, many times she will be caried. But you will say: At
+least so long as that fortune endured, they were at ease, and
+had their contentment, and who hath three or foure or more
+yeeres of happy time, hath not bin all his life vnhappie. True,
+if this be to be at ease continually to feare to be cast downe
+from that degree, wherevnto they are raised: and dayly to desire
+with great trauaile to clime yet higher. Those (my friend) whome
+thou takest so well at their ease, because thou seest them but
+without, are within farre otherwise. They are faire built
+prisons, full within of deepe ditches, and dungeons: full of
+darkenes, serpents and torments. Thou supposest them lodged at
+large, and they thinke their lodgings straite. Thou thinkest
+them very high, and they thinke themselues very lowe. Now as
+sicke is he, and many times more sicke, who thinkes himselfe so,
+then who in deed is. Suppose them to be Kings: if they thinke
+themselues slaues, they are no better: for what are we but by
+opinion? you see them well followed and attended: and euen those
+whome they haue chosen for their guard, they distrust. Alone or
+in company euer they are in feare. Alone they looke behinde
+them: in company they haue an eye on euery side of them. They
+drinke in gould and siluer; but in those, not in earth or glasse
+is poison prepared and dronke. They haue their beds soft and
+well made: when they lay them to sleepe you shall not heare a
+mouse stur in the chamber: not so much as a flie shall come
+neere their faces. Yet neuertheles, where the countreyman
+sleepes at the fall of a great riuer, at the noise of a market,
+hauing no other bed but the earth, nor couering but the heauens,
+these in the middest of all this silence and delicacie, do
+nothing but turne from side to side, it seemes still that they
+heare some body, there rest it selfe is without rest. Lastly,
+will you knowe what the diuersitie is betwene the most hardly
+intreated prisoners and them? both are inchained, both loaden
+with fetters, but that the one hath them of iron, the other of
+gould, and that the one is tied but by the body, the other by
+the mind. The prisoner drawes his fetters after him, the
+courtier weareth his vpon him. The prisoners minde sometimes
+comforts the paine of his body, and sings in the midst of his
+miseries: the courtier tormented in minde weerieth incessantly
+his body, and can neuer giue it rest. And as for the contentment
+you imagine they haue, you are therein yet more deceiued. You
+iudge and esteeme them great, because they are raised high: but
+as fondly, as who should iudge a dwarfe great, for being set on
+a tower, or on the top of a mountaine. You measure (so good a
+Geometrician you are) the image with his base, which were
+conuenient, to knowe his true height, to be measured by itselfe:
+whereas you regard not the height of the image, but the height
+of the place it stands vpon. You deeme them great (if in this
+earth there can be greatnes, which in respect of the whole
+heauens is but a point.) But could you enter into their mindes,
+you would iudge, that neither they are great, true greatnes
+consisting in contempt of those vaine greatnesses, wherevnto
+they are slaues: nor seeme vnto themselues so, seeing dayly they
+are aspiring higher, and neuer where they would be. Some one
+sets downe a bound in his minde. Could I attaine to such a
+degree, loe, I were content: I would then rest my selfe. Hath he
+attained it? he geues himselfe not so much as a breathing: he
+would yet ascend higher. That which is beneath he counts a toy:
+it is in his opinion but one step. He reputes himselfe lowe,
+because there is some one higher, in stead of reputing himselfe
+high, because there are a million lower. And so high he climes
+at last, that either his breath failes him by the way, or he
+slides from the top to the bottome. Or if he get vp by all his
+trauaile, it is but as to finde himselfe on the top of the
+Alpes: not aboue the cloudes, windes and stormes: but rather at
+the deuotion of lightnings, and tempests, and whatsoeuer else
+horrible, and dangerous is engendred, and conceiued in the aire:
+which most commonly taketh pleasure to thunderbolt and dash into
+pouder that proude height of theirs. It may be herein you will
+agree with me, by reason of the examples wherewith both
+histories, and mens memories are full. But say you, such at
+least whome nature hath sent into the world with crownes on
+their heads, and scepters in their hands: such as from their
+birth she hath set in that height, as they neede take no paine
+to ascend: seeme without controuersie exempt from all these
+iniuries, and by consequence may call themselues happie. It may
+be in deed they feele lesse such incommodities, hauing bene
+borne, bred and brought vp among them: as one borne neere the
+downfalls of _Nilus_ becomes deafe to the sound: in prison,
+laments not the want of libertie: among the _Cimmerians_ in
+perpetuall night, wisheth not for day: on the top of the Alpes,
+thinks not straunge of the mistes, the tempests, the snowes, and
+the stormes. Yet free doubtles they are not wh[en] the lightening
+often blasteth a flowre of their crownes, or breakes their
+scepter in their handes: when a drift of snowe ouerwhelmes them;
+when a miste of heauines, and griefe continually blindeth their
+wit, and vnderstanding. Crowned they are in deede, but with a
+crowne of thornes. They beare a scepter: but it is of a reede,
+more then any thing in the world pliable, and obedient to all
+windes: it being so far off that such a crowne can cure the
+maigrims of the minde, and such a scepter keepe off and fray
+away the griefs and cares which houer about them: that it is
+contrariwise the crowne that brings them, and the scepter which
+from all partes attracts them. O crowne, said the Persian
+Monarch, who knewe howe heauy thou sittest on the head, would
+not vouchsafe to take thee vp, though he found thee in his way.
+This Prince it seemed gaue fortune to the whole world,
+distributed vnto men haps and mishaps at his pleasure: could in
+show make euery man content: himselfe in the meane while freely
+confessing, that in the whole world, which he held in his hand
+there was nothing but griefe, and vnhappines. And what will all
+the rest tell vs, if they list to vtter what they found? We will
+not aske them who haue concluded a miserable life with a
+dishonorable death: who haue beheld their kingdomes buried
+before them, and haue in great misery long ouerliued their
+greatnes. Not of _Dionyse_ of _Sicill_, more content with a
+handfull of twigs to whip little children of _Corinth_ in a
+schoole, then with the scepter, where with he had beaten all
+_Sicill_: nor of _Sylla_, who hauing robbed the whole state of
+_Rome_, which had before robbed the whole world, neuer found
+meanes of rest in himselfe, but by robbing himselfe of his owne
+estate, with incredible hazard both of his power and authoritie.
+But demaund we the opinion of King _Salomon_, a man indued with
+singuler gifts of God, rich and welthie of all things: who
+sought for treasure from the Iles. He will teach vs by a booke
+of purpose, that hauing tried all the felicities of the earth,
+he found nothing but vanitie, trauaile, and vexation of spirit.
+Aske we the Emperour _Augustus_, who peaceably possessed the
+whole world. He will bewaile his life past, and among infinite
+toiles wish for the rest of the meanest man of the earth:
+accounting that day most happy, when he might vnloade himselfe
+of this insupportable greatnes to liue quietly among the least.
+Of _Tiberius_ his successor, he will confesse vnto vs, that he
+holdes the Empire as a wolfe by the eares, and that (if without
+danger of biting he might) he would gladly let it goe:
+complayning on fortune for lifting him so high, and then taking
+away the ladder, that he could not come downe agayne. Of
+_Dioclesian_, a Prince of so great wisedome and vertue in the
+opinion of the world: he will preferre his voluntary banishment
+at _Salona_, before all the Romaine Empire. Finally, the
+Emperour Charles the fifth, esteemed by our age the most happy
+that hath liued these many ages: he will curse his conquestes,
+his victories, his triumphes: and not be ashamed to confesse
+that farre more good in comparison he hath felt in one day of
+his Monkish solitarines, then in all his triumphant life. Now
+shall we thinke those happie in this imaginate greatnes, who
+themselues thinke themselues vnhappie? seeking their happines in
+lessening themselues, and not finding in the world one place to
+rest this greatnes, or one bed quietly to sleepe in? Happie is
+he only who in minde liues contented: and he most of all
+vnhappie, whome nothing he can haue can content. Then miserable
+_Pyrrhus_ King of _Albanie_, who would winne all the world, to
+winne (as he sayd) rest: and went so farre to seeke that which
+was so neere him. But more miserable _Alexander_, that being
+borne King of a great Realme, and Conqueror almost of the earth,
+sought for more worlds to satisfye his foolish ambition, within
+three dayes content, with sixe foote of grounde. To conclude,
+are they borne on the highest Alpes? they seeke to scale heauen.
+Haue they subdued all the Kings of the earth? they haue quarels
+to pleade with God, and indeuour to treade vnder foote his
+kingdome. They haue no end nor limit, till God laughing at their
+vaine purposes, when they thinke themselues at the last step,
+thunderstriketh all this presumption, breaking in shiuers their
+scepters in their hands, and oftentimes intrapping them in their
+owne crownes. At a word, whatsoeuer happines can be in that
+ambition promiseth, is but suffering much ill, to get ill. Men
+thinke by dayly climing higher to plucke themselues out of this
+ill, and the height wherevnto they so painefully aspire, is the
+height of misery it selfe. I speake not heere of the wretchednes
+of them, who all their life haue held out their cap to receiue
+the almes of court fortune, and can get nothing, often with
+incredible heart griefe, seeing some by lesse paines taken haue
+riches fall into their hands: of them, who iustling one an other
+to haue it, loose it, and cast it into the hands of a third: Of
+those, who holding it in their hands to hold it faster, haue
+lost it through their fingers. Such by all men are esteemed
+vnhappie, and are indeed so, because they iudge themselues so.
+It sufficeth that all these liberalities which the Deuill
+casteth vs as out at a windowe, are but baites: all these
+pleasures but embushes: and that he doth but make his sport
+of vs, who striue one with another for such things, as most
+vnhappie is he, that hath best hap to finde them. Well now, you
+will say, the Couetouse in all his goodes, hath no good: the
+Ambitious at the best he can be, is but ill. But may there not
+be some, who supplying the place of Iustice, or being neere
+about a Prince, may without following such vnbrideled passions,
+pleasantly enioy their goodes, ioyning honor with rest and
+contentment of minde? Surely in former ages (there yet remayning
+among men some sparkes of sinceritie) in some sort it might
+be so: but being of that composition they nowe are, I see not
+how it may be in any sorte. For deale you in affayres of estate
+in these times, either you shall do well, or you shall do ill.
+If ill, you haue God for your enemy, and your owne conscience
+for a perpetually tormenting executioner. If well, you haue men
+for your enemies, and of men the greatest: whose enuie and
+malice will spie you out, and whose crueltie and tyrannie will
+euermore threaten you. Please the people you please a beast: and
+pleasing such, ought to be displeasing to your selfe. Please
+your selfe, you displease God: please him, you incurr a thousand
+dangers in the world, with purchase of a thousand displeasures.
+Whereof it growes, that if you could heare the talke of the
+wisest and least discontent of this kinde of men, whether they
+speake aduisedly, or their words passe them by force of truth,
+one would gladly change garment with his tenaunt: an other
+preacheth how goodly an estate it is to haue nothing: a third
+complaining that his braines are broken with the noise of Courte
+or Pallace, hath no other thought, but as soone as he may to
+retire himself thence. So that you shall not see any but is
+displeased with his owne calling, and enuieth that of an other:
+readie neuerthelesse to repent him, if a man should take him at
+his word. None but is weerie of the bussinesses wherevnto his
+age is subiect, and wisheth not to be elder, to free himselfe of
+them: albeit otherwise hee keepeth of olde age as much as in him
+lyeth.
+
+What must we then doe in so great a contrarietie and confusion
+of mindes? Must wee to fynde true humanitie, flye the societie
+of men, and hide vs in forrestes among wilde beastes? to auoyde
+these vnrulie passions, eschue the assemblye of creatures
+supposed reasonable? to plucke vs out of the euills of the
+world, sequester our selues from the world? Coulde wee in so
+dooing liue at rest, it were something.
+
+But alas! men cannot take heerein what parte they woulde: and
+euen they which do, finde not there all the rest they sought
+for. Some would gladly doo, but shame of the world recalls them.
+Fooles to be ashamed of what in their heartes they condemne: and
+more fooles to be aduised by the greatest enemye they can or
+ought to haue. Others are borne in hande that they ought to
+serue the publique, not marking that who counsell them serue
+only themselues: and that the more parte would not much seeke
+the publique, but that they founde their owne particular. Some
+are told, that by their good example they may amende others: and
+consider not that a hundred sound men, euen Phisitions
+themselues, may sooner catch the plague in an infected towne,
+then one be healed: that it is but to tempt God, to enter
+therein: that against so contagious an aire there is no
+preseruatiue, but in getting farre from it. Finally, that as
+litle as the freshe waters falling into the sea, can take from
+it his saltnes: so little can one _Lot_ or two, or three,
+reforme a court of _Sodome_. And as concerning the wisest, who
+no lesse carefull for their soules, then bodies, seeke to bring
+them into a sound and wholesome ayre, farre from the infection
+of wickednes: and who led by the hande of some Angell of God,
+retire themselues in season, as _Lot_ into some little village
+of _Segor_, out of the corruption of the world, into some
+countrie place from the infected townes, there quietlie
+employing the tyme in some knowledge and serious contemplation:
+I willinglie yeeld they are in a place of lesse daunger, yet
+because they carie the danger, in themselues, not absolutelie
+exempt from danger. They flie the court, and a court folowes
+them on all sides: they endeuoure to escape the world, and the
+world pursues them to death. Hardly in this world can they finde
+a place where the world findes them not: so gredelie it seekes
+to murther them. And if by some speciall grace of God they seeme
+for a while free from these daungers, they haue some pouertie
+that troubles them, some domesticall debate that torments them,
+or some familiar spirit that tempts them: brieflie the world
+dayly in some sorte or other makes it selfe felt of them. But
+the worst is, when we are out of these externall warres and
+troubles, we finde greater ciuill warre within our selues: the
+flesh against the spirite, passion against reason, earth against
+heauen, the worlde within vs fighting for the world, euermore so
+lodged in the botome of our owne hearts, that on no side we can
+flie from it. I will say more: he makes profession to flie the
+worlde, who seekes thereby the praise of the worlde: hee faineth
+to runne away, who according to the prouerbe, By drawing backe
+sets himselfe forward: he refuseth honors, that would thereby be
+prayed to take them: and hides him from men to the ende they
+shoulde come to seeke him. So the world often harbours in
+disguised attire among them that flie the world. This is an
+abuse. But follow wee the company of men, the worlde hath his
+court among them: seeke we the Deserts, it hath there his dennes
+and places of resorte, and in the Desert it selfe tempteth
+Christ Iesus. Retire wee our selues into our selues, we find it
+there as vncleane as any where. Wee can not make the worlde die
+in vs, but by dieng our selues. We are in the world, and the
+worlde in vs, and to seperate vs from the worlde, wee must
+seperate vs from our selues. Nowe this seperation is called
+Death. Wee are, wee thinke, come out of the contagious citie,
+but wee are not aduised that we haue sucked the bad aire, that
+wee carry the plague with vs, that we so participate with it,
+that through rockes, through desarts, through mountaines, it
+euer accompanieth vs. Hauing auoyded the contagion of others,
+yet we haue it in our selues. We haue withdrawen vs out of men:
+but not withdrawen man out of vs. The tempestuous sea
+torments vs: we are grieued at the heart, and desirous to vomit:
+and to be discharged thereof, we remoue out of one ship into
+another, from a greater to a lesse: we promise our selues rest
+in vaine: they being always the same winds that blow, the same
+waues that swel, the same humors that are stirred. To al no
+other port, no other mean of tranquilitie but only death. We
+were sicke in a chamber neere the street, or neere the market:
+we caused our selues to be carried into some backer closet,
+where the noise was not so great. But though there the noise was
+lesse: yet was the feauer there neuerthelesse: and thereby lost
+nothing of his heate. Change bedde, chamber, house, country,
+againe and againe: we shall euery where finde the same vnrest,
+because euery where we finde our selues: and seek not so much to
+be others, as to be other wheres. We folow solitarines, to flie
+carefulnes. We retire vs (so say we) from the wicked: but cary
+with vs our auarice, our ambition, our riotousnes, all our
+corrupt affecti[on]s: which breed in vs 1000. remorses, & 1000.
+times each day bring to our remembrance the garlike & onions of
+_Egipt_. Daily they passe the Ferry with vs: so that both on
+this side, and beyond the water, we are in continual combat. Now
+could we cassere this c[om]pany, which eats and gnaws our mind,
+doubtles we should be at rest, not in solitarines onely, but
+euen in the thicket of men. For the life of m[an] vpon earth is but
+a continual warfare. Are we deliuered from externall practizes?
+Wee are to take heed of internall espials. Are the Greekes gone
+away? We haue a _Sinon_ within, that wil betray them the place.
+Wee must euer be waking, hauing an eie to the watch, and weapons
+in our hands, if wee will not euery houre be surprised, & giuen
+vp to the wil of our enimies. And how at last can we escape? Not
+by the woodes, by the riuers, nor by the mountaines: not by
+throwing our selues into a presse, nor by thrusting our selues
+into a hole. One only meane there is, which is death: which in
+ende seperating our spirite from our flesh, the pure and clean
+part of our soule from the vncleane, which within vs euermore
+bandeth it selfe for the worlde, appeaseth by this seperation
+that, which conioyned in one and the same person coulde not,
+without vtter choaking of the spirit, but be in perpetuall
+contention.
+
+And as touching the contentment that may be in the exercises of
+the wisest men in their solitarinesse, as reading diuine or
+prophane Bookes, with all other knowledges and learnings: I hold
+well that it is indeed a far other thing, then are those madde
+huntings, which make sauage a multitude of men possessed with
+these or the like diseases of the minde. Yet must they all abide
+the iudgement pronounced by the wisest among the wise,
+_Salomon_, that all this neuerthelesse applied to mans naturall
+disposition, is to him but vanitie and vexation of minde. Some
+are euer learning to correct their speach, and neuer thinke of
+correcting their life. Others dispute in their Logique of
+reason, and the Arte of reason: and loose thereby many times
+their naturall reason. One learnes by Arithmetike to diuide to
+the smallest fractions, and hath not skill to part one shilling
+with his brother. Another by Geometry can measure fields, and
+townes, and countries: but can not measure himselfe. The
+Musitian can accord his voyces, and soundes, and times togither:
+hauing nothing in his heart but discordes, nor one passion in
+his soule in good tune. The Astrologer lookes vp on high, and
+falles in the next ditch: fore-knowes the future, and forgoes
+the present: hath often his eie on the heauens, his heart long
+before buried in the earth. The Philosopher discourseth of the
+nature of all other things: and knowes not himselfe. The
+Historian can tell of the warres of _Thebes_ and of _Troy_: but
+what is doone in his owne house can tell nothing. The Lawyer
+will make lawes for all the world, and not one for himselfe. The
+Physition will cure others, and be blinde in his owne disease:
+finde the least alteration in his pulse, and not marke the
+burning feauers of his minde. Lastlie, the Diuine will spend the
+greatest parte of his time in disputing of faith and cares not
+to heare of charity: wil talke of God, and not regard to succor
+men. These knowledges bring on the mind an endlesse labour, but
+no contentment: for the more one knowes, the more he would know.
+
+They pacify not the debates a man feeles in himselfe, they cure
+not the diseases of his minde. They make him learned, but they
+make not him good: cunning, but not wise. I say more. The more a
+man knowes, the more knowes he that he knowes not: the fuller
+the minde is, the emptier it findes it selfe: forasmuch as
+whatsoeuer a man can knowe of any science in this worlde is but
+the least part of what he is ignorant: all his knowledge
+consisting in knowing his ignorance, al his perfection in noting
+his imperfections, which who best knowes and notes, is in truth
+among men the most wise, and perfect. In short we must conclude
+with _Salomon_, that the beginning and end of wisedome is the
+feare of God: that this wisedome neuerthelesse is taken of the
+world for meere folly, and persecuted by the world as a deadly
+enemy: and that as who feareth God, ought to feare no euill, for
+that all his euils are conuerted to his good: so neither ought
+he to hope for good in the worlde, hauing there the deuil his
+professed enemy, whom the Scripture termeth Prince of the world.
+
+But with what exercise soeuer we passe the time, behold old age
+vnwares to vs coms vpon vs: which whether we thrust our selues
+into the prease of men, or hide vs somewhere out of the way,
+neuer failes to find vs out. Euery man makes accompt in that age
+to rest himselfe of all his trauailes without further care, but
+to keepe himselfe at ease and in health. And see contrariwise in
+this age, there is nothing but an after taste of all the fore
+going euils: and most commonly a plentifull haruest of all such
+vices as in the whole course of their life, hath held and
+possessed them. There you haue the vnabilitie and weakenesse of
+infancie, and (which is worse) many times accompanied with
+authoritie: there you are payed for the excesse and riotousnes
+of youth, with gowts, palsies, and such like diseases, which
+take from you limme after limme with extreame paine and torment.
+There you are recompenced for the trauailes of mind, the
+watchings and cares of manhoode, with losse of sight, losse of
+hearing, and all the sences one after another, except onely the
+sence of paine. Not one parte in vs but death takes in gage to
+be assured of vs, as of bad pay-maisters, which infinitely feare
+their dayes of payment. Nothing in vs which will not by and by
+bee dead: and neuerthelesse our vices yet liue in vs, and not
+onely liue, but in despite of nature daily growe yoong againe.
+The couetous man hath one foote in his graue, and is yet burieng
+his money: meaning belike to finde it againe another day. The
+ambitious in his will ordaineth vnprofitable pompes for his
+funeralles, making his vice to liue and triumph after his death.
+The riotous no longer able to daunce on his feete, daunceth with
+his shoulders, all vices hauing lefte him, and hee not yet able
+to leaue them. The childe wisheth for youth: and this man
+laments it. The yong man liueth in hope of the future, and this
+feeles the euill present, laments the false pleasures past, and
+sees for the time to come nothing to hope for. More foolish then
+the childe, in bewailing the time he cannot recall, and not
+remembring the euill hee had therein: and more wretched then the
+yongman, in that after a wretched life not able, but wretchedly
+to die, he sees on all sides but matter of dispaire. As for him,
+who from his youth hath vndertaken to combate against the flesh,
+and against the world: who hath taken so great paines to
+mortifie himselfe and leaue the worlde before his time: who
+besides those ordinarie euilles findes himselfe vexed with this
+great and incurable disease of olde age, and feeles
+notwithstanding his flesh howe weake soeuer, stronger oftentimes
+then his spirite: what good I pray can hee haue but onlie
+herein: that hee sees his death at hand, that hee sees his
+combate finished, that he sees himselfe readie to departe by
+death out of this loathsome prison, wherein all his life time
+hee hath beene racked and tormented? I will not heere speake of
+the infinite euilles wherewith men in all ages are annoyed, as
+losse of friendes and parents, banishments, exiles, disgraces,
+and such others, common and ordinarie in the world: one
+complayning of loosing his children, an other of hauing them:
+one making sorrow for his wifes death, an other for her life,
+one finding faulte, that hee is too high in Courte, an other,
+that hee is not high enough. The worlde is so full of euilles,
+that to write them all, woulde require an other worlde as great
+as it selfe. Sufficeth, that if the most happie in mens opinions
+doe counterpoize his happs with his mishaps, he shall iudge
+himselfe vnhappy: and hee iudge him happy, who had he beene set
+three dayes in his place, would giue it ouer to him that came
+next: yea, sooner then hee, who shall consider in all the goodes
+that euer hee hath had the euilles hee hath endured to get them,
+and hauing them to retaine and keepe them (I speake of the
+pleasures that may be kept, and not of those that wither in a
+moment) wil iudge of himselfe, and by himselfe, that the keeping
+it selfe of the greatest felicitie in this worlde, is full of
+vnhappinesse and infelicitie. Conclude then, that Childhoode is
+but a foolish simplicitie, Youth, a vaine heate, Manhoode,
+a painefull carefulnesse, and Olde-age, a noysome languishing:
+that our playes are but teares, our pleasures, feuers of the
+minde, our goodes, rackes, and torments, our honors, heauy
+vanities, our rest, vnrest: that passing from age to age is but
+passing from euill to euill, and from the lesse vnto the
+greater: and that alwayes it is but one waue driuing on an
+other, vntill we be arriued at the Hauen of death. Conclude I
+say, that life is but a wishing for the future, and a bewailing
+of the past: a loathing of what wee haue tasted, and a longing
+for that wee haue not tasted, a vaine memorie of the state past,
+and a doubtfull expectation of the state to come: finally, that
+in all our life there is nothing certaine, nothing assured, but
+the certaintie and vncertaintie of death. Behold, now comes
+Death vnto vs: Behold her, whose approch we so much feare. We
+are now to c[on]sider whether she be such as wee are made beleeue:
+and whether we ought so greatly to flie her, as commonly wee do.
+Wee are afraide of her: but like little children of a vizarde,
+or of the Images of _Hecate_. Wee haue her in horror: but
+because wee conceiue her not such as she is, but ougly,
+terrible, and hideous: such as it pleaseth the Painters to
+represent vnto vs on a wall. Wee flie before her: but it is
+because foretaken with such vaine imaginations, wee giue not our
+selues leisure to marke her. But staie wee, stande wee stedfast,
+looke wee her in the face: wee shall finde her quite other then
+shee is painted vs: and altogether of other countenaunce then
+our miserable life. Death makes an ende of this life. This life
+is a perpetuall misery and tempest: Death then is the issue of
+our miseries and entraunce of the porte where wee shall ride in
+safetie from all windes. And shoulde wee feare that which
+withdraweth vs from misery, or which drawes vs into our Hauen?
+Yea but you will say, it is a payne to die. Admit it bee: so is
+there in curing of a wounde. Such is the worlde, that one euill
+can not bee cured but by an other, to heale a contusion, must
+bee made an incision. You will say, there is difficultie in the
+passage: So is there no Hauen, no Porte, whereinto the entraunce
+is not straite and combersome. No good thing is to be bought in
+this worlde with other then the coyne of labour and paine. The
+entraunce indeede is hard, if our selues make it harde, comming
+thither with a tormented spirite, a troubled minde, a wauering
+and irresolute thought. But bring wee quietnesse of mind,
+constancie, and full resolution, wee shall not finde anie
+daunger or difficultie at all. Yet what is the paine that death
+brings vs? Nay, what can shee doe with those paines wee feele?
+Wee accuse her of all the euilles wee abide in ending our life,
+and consider not howe manie more greeuous woundes or sickenesses
+wee haue endured without death: or howe many more vehement
+paines wee haue suffered in this life, in the which wee called
+euen her to our succour. All the paines our life yeeldes vs at
+the last houre wee impute to Death: not marking that life
+begunne and continued in all sortes of paine, must also
+necessarily ende in paine. Not marking (I saie) that it is the
+remainder of our life, not death, that tormenteth vs: the ende
+of our nauigation that paines vs, not the Hauen wee are to
+enter: which is nothing else but a safegarde against all windes.
+Wee complayne of Death, where wee shoulde complayne of life: as
+if one hauyng beene long sicke, and beginning to bee well,
+shoulde accuse his health of his last paynes, and not the
+reliques of his disease. Tell mee, what is it else to bee dead,
+but to bee no more liuing in the worlde? Absolutelie and simplie
+not to bee in the worlde, is it anie payne? Did wee then feele
+any paine, when as yet wee were not? Haue wee euer more
+resemblaunce of Death, then when wee sleepe? Or euer more rest
+then at that time? Now if this be no paine, why accuse we Death
+of the paines our life giues vs at our departure? Vnlesse also
+we wil fondly accuse the time when as yet we were not, of the
+paines we felt at our birth? If the comming in be with teares,
+is it wonder that such be the going out? If the beginning of our
+being, be the beginning of our paine, is it maruell that such be
+the ending? But if our not being in times past hath bene without
+payne, and all this being contrarywise full of paine: whome
+should we by reason accuse of the last paines, the not being to
+come, or the remnant of this present being? We thinke we dye
+not, but when we yeeld vp our last gaspe. But if we marke well,
+we dye euery day, euery houre, euery moment. We apprehend death
+as a thing vnvsuall to vs: and yet haue nothing so common in vs.
+Our liuing is but continuall dyeng: looke how much we liue, we
+dye: how much we encrease, our life decreases. We enter not a
+step into life, but we enter a step into death. Who hath liued a
+third part of his yeares, hath a third part of himselfe dead.
+Who halfe his yeares, is already half dead. Of our life, all the
+time past is dead, the present liues and dies at once, and the
+future likewise shall dye. The past is no more, the future is
+not yet, the present is, and no more is. Briefely, this whole
+life is but a death: it is as a candle lighted in our bodies: in
+one the winde makes it melt away, in an other blowes it cleane
+out, many times ere it be halfe burned: in others it endureth to
+the ende. Howsoeuer it be, looke how much it shineth, so much it
+burneth: her shining is her burning: her light a vanishing
+smoke: her last fire, hir last wike, and her last drop of
+moisture. So is it in the life of man, life and death in man is
+all one. If we call the last breath death, so must we all the
+rest: all proceeding from one place, and all in one manner. One
+only difference there is betweene this life, and that we call
+death: that during the one, we haue alwayes wherof to dye: and
+after the other, there remaineth only wherof to liue. In summe,
+euen he that thinketh death simply to be the ende of man, ought
+not to feare it: in asmuch as who desireth to liue longer,
+desireth to die longer: and who feareth soone to die, feareth
+(to speake properlie) lest he may not longer die.
+
+But vnto vs brought vp in a more holy schoole, death is a farre
+other thing: neither neede we as the Pagans of consolations
+against death: but that death serue vs, as a consolation against
+all sorts of affliction: so that we must not only strengthen our
+selues, as they, not to feare it, but accustome ourselues to
+hope for it. For vnto vs it is not a departing fr[om] pain & euil,
+but an accesse vnto all good: not the end of life, but the end
+of death, & the beginning of life. Better, saith _Salomon_, is
+the day of death, then the day of birth, and why? because it is
+not to vs a last day, but the dawning of an euerlasting day. No
+more shall we haue in that glorious light, either sorow for the
+past, or expectation of the future: for all shall be there
+present vnto vs, and that present shall neuer more passe. No
+more shal we powre out our selues in vaine & painfull pleasures:
+for we shal be filled with true & substantiall pleasures. No
+more shal we paine our selues in heaping togither these
+exhalati[on]s of the earth: for the heauens shall be ours, and this
+masse of earth, which euer drawes vs towards the earth, shalbe
+buried in the earth. No more shal we ouerwearie our selues with
+mounting from degree to degree, and from honor to honor: for we
+shall highlie be raysed aboue all heights of the world; and from
+on high laugh at the folly of all those we once admired, who
+fight together for a point, and as litle childr[en] for lesse then
+an apple. No more to be brief shal we haue combates in our
+selues: for our flesh shall be dead, and our spirit in full
+life: our passion buried, and our reason in perfect libertie.
+Our soule deliuered out of this foule & filthie prison, where,
+by long continuing it is growen into an habite of crookednes,
+shall againe draw her owne breath, recognize her ancient
+dwelling, and againe remember her former glory & dignity. This
+flesh my frend which thou feelest, this body which thou touchest
+is not man: Man is from heauen: heauen is his countrie and his
+aire. That he is in his body, is but by way of exile &
+confinement. Man in deed is soule and spirit: Man is rather of
+celestiall and diuine qualitie, wherin is nothing grosse nor
+materiall. This body such as now it is, is but the barke & shell
+of the soule: which must necessarily be broken, if we will be
+hatched: if we will indeed liue & see the light. We haue it
+semes, some life, and some sence in vs: but are so croked and
+contracted, that we cannot so much as stretch out our wings,
+much lesse take our flight towards heauen, vntill we be
+disburthened of this earthlie burthen. We looke, but through
+false spectacles: we haue eyes but ouergrowen with pearles: we
+thinke we see, but it is in a dreame, wherin we see nothing but
+deceit. All that we haue, and all that we know is but abuse and
+vanitie. Death only can restore vs both life and light: and we
+thinke (so blockish we are) that she comes to robbe vs of them.
+We say we are Christians: that we beleeue after this mortall,
+a life immortall: that death is but a separation of the body and
+soule: and that the soule returnes to his happie abode, there to
+ioy in God, who only is all good: that at the last day it shall
+againe take the body, which shal no more be subiect to
+corrupti[on]. With these goodly discourses we fill all our bookes:
+and in the meane while, wh[en] it comes to the point, the very name
+of death as the horriblest thing in the world makes vs quake &
+tremble. If we beleue as we speak, what is that we feare? to be
+happy? to be at our ease? to be more content in a mom[en]t, then we
+might be in the longest mortal life that might be? or must not
+we of force confesse, that we beleue it but in part? that all we
+haue is but words? that all our discourses, as of these hardie
+trencher knights, are but vaunting and vanitie? Some you shall
+see, that wil say: I know well that I passe out of this life
+into a better: I make no doubt of it: only I feare the midway
+step, that I am to step ouer. Weak harted creatures! they wil
+kill th[em]selues to get their miserable liuing: suffer infinite
+paines, and infinite wounds at another mans pleasure: passe
+infinit deaths without dying, for things of nought, for things
+that perish, and perchance make them perish with them. But when
+they haue but one pace to passe to be at rest, not for a day,
+but for euer: not an indifferent rest, but such as mans minde
+cannot comprehende: they tremble, their harts faile them, they
+are affrayde: and yet the ground of their harme is nothing but
+feare. Let them neuer tell me, they apprehend the paine: it is
+but an abuse: a purpose to conceale the litle faith they haue.
+No, no, they would rather languish of the goute, the sciatica,
+any disease whatsoeuer: then dye one sweete death with the least
+paine possible: rather pininglie dye limme after limme,
+outliuing as it were, all their sences, motions, and actions,
+then speedily dye, immediatly to liue for euer. Let them tell me
+no more that they would in this world learne to liue: for euery
+one is therevnto sufficiently instructed in himselfe, and not
+one but is cunning in the trade. Nay rather they should learne
+in this world to dye: and once to dye well, dye dayly in
+themselues: so prepared, as if the ende of euery dayes worke,
+were the ende of our life. Now contrarywise there is nothing to
+their eares more offensiue, then to heare of death. Senseless
+people! we abandon our life to the ordinarie hazards of warre,
+for seauen franks pay: are formost in an assault, for a litle
+bootie: goe into places, whence there is no hope of returning,
+with danger many times both of bodies and soules. But to free vs
+from all hazards, to winne things inestimable, to enter an
+eternall life, we faint in the passage of one pace, wherein is
+no difficultie, but in opinion: yea we so faint, that were it
+not of force we must passe, and that God in despite of vs will
+doe vs a good turne, hardly should we finde in all the world
+one, how vnhappy or wretched soeuer, that would euer passe.
+Another will say, had I liued till 50. or 60. yeares, I should
+haue bin contented: I should not haue cared to liue longer: but
+to dye so yong is no reason, I should haue knowen the world
+before I had left it. Simple soule! in this world there is
+neither young nor olde. The longest age in comparison of all
+that is past, or all that is to come, is nothing: and when thou
+hast liued to the age thou now desirest, all the past will be
+nothing: thou wilt still gape, for that is to come. The past
+will yeeld thee but sorrowe, the future but expectation, the
+present no contentment. As ready thou wilt then be to redemaund
+longer respite, as before. Thou fliest thy creditor from moneth
+to moneth, and time to time, as readie to pay the last daye, as
+the first: thou seekest but to be acquitted. Thou hast tasted
+all which the world esteemeth pleasures: not one of them is new
+vnto thee. By drinking oftener, thou shalt be neuer awhit the
+more satisfyed: for the body thou cariest, like the bored paile
+of _Danaus_ daughters, will neuer be full. Thou mayst sooner
+weare it out, then weary thy selfe with vsing, or rather
+abusing it. Thou crauest long life to cast it away, to spend it
+on worthles delights, to mispend it on vanities. Thou art
+couetous in desiring, and prodigall in spending. Say not thou
+findest fault with the Court, or the Pallace: but that thou
+desirest longer to serue the commonwealth, to serue thy
+countrie, to serue God. He that set thee on worke knowes vntill
+what day, and what houre, thou shouldest be at it: he well
+knowes how to direct his worke. Should he leaue thee there
+longer, perchance thou wouldest marre all. But if he will pay
+thee liberally for thy labour, as much for halfe a dayes worke,
+as for a whole: as much for hauing wrought till noone, as for
+hauing borne all the heate of the day: art thou not so much the
+more to thanke and prayse him? but if thou examine thine owne
+conscience, thou lamentest not the cause of the widdow, and the
+orphan, which thou hast left depending in iudgement: not the
+dutie of a sonne, of a father, or of a frend, which thou
+pretendest thou wouldest performe: not the ambassage for the
+common wealth, which thou wert euen ready to vndertake: not the
+seruice thou desirest to doe vnto God, who knowes much better
+howe to serue himselfe of thee, then thou of thy selfe. It is
+thy houses and gardens thou lamentest, thy imperfect plottes and
+purposes, thy life (as thou thinkest) imperfect: which by no
+dayes, nor yeares, nor ages, might be perfected: and yet thy
+selfe mightst perfect in a moment, couldest thou but thinke in
+good earnest, that where it ende it skilles not, so that it end
+well.
+
+Now to end well this life, is onely to ende it willingly:
+following with full consent the will and direction of God, and
+not suffering vs to be drawen by the necessetie of destenie. To
+end it willingly, we must hope, and not feare death. To hope
+for it, we must certainely looke after this life, for a better
+life. To looke for that, wee must feare God: whome whoso well
+feareth, feareth indeede nothing in this worlde, and hopes for
+all things in the other. To one well resolued in these points
+death can be but sweete and agreeable: knowing that through it
+hee is to enter into a place of all ioyes. The griefe that may
+be therein shall bee allaied with sweetnes: the sufferance of
+ill, swallowed in the confidence of good: the sting of Death it
+selfe shall bee dead, which is nothing else but Feare. Nay,
+I wil say more, not onely all the euilles conceiued in death
+shall be to him nothing: but he shall euen scorne all the
+mishappes men redoubt in this life, and laugh at all these
+terrors. For I pray what can he feare, whose death is his hope?
+Thinke we to banish him his country? He knows he hath a country
+other-where, whence wee cannot banish him: and that all these
+countries are but Innes, out of which he must part at the wil of
+his hoste. To put him in prison? a more straite prison he cannot
+haue, then his owne body, more filthy, more darke, more full of
+rackes and torments. To kill him and take him out of the worlde?
+that is it he hopes for: that is it with all his heart he
+aspires vnto. By fire, by sworde, by famine, by sickenesse:
+within three yeeres, within three dayes, within three houres,
+all is one to him: all is one at what gate, or at what time he
+passe out of this miserable life. For his businesses are euer
+ended, his affaires all dispatched, and by what way he shall go
+out, by the same hee shall enter into a most happie and
+euerlasting life. Men can threaten him but death, and death is
+all he promiseth himselfe: the worst they can doe, is, to make
+him die, and that is the best hee hopes for. The threatnings of
+tyrants are to him promises, the swordes of his greatest enemies
+drawne in his fauor: forasmuch as he knowes that threatning him
+death, they threaten him life: and the most mortall woundes can
+make him but immortall. Who feares God, feares not death: and
+who feares it not, feares not the worst of this life.
+
+By this reckoning, you will tell me death is a thing to be
+wished for: and to passe from so much euill, to so much good,
+a man shoulde as it seemeth cast away his life. Surely, I feare
+not, that for any good wee expect, we will hasten one step the
+faster: though the spirite aspire, the body it drawes with it,
+withdrawes it euer sufficiently towardes the earth. Yet is it
+not that I conclude. We must seeke to mortifie our flesh in vs,
+and to cast the world out of vs: but to cast our selues out of
+the world is in no sort permitted vs. The Christian ought
+willingly to depart out of this life but not cowardly to runne
+away. The Christian is ordained by God to fight therein: and
+cannot leaue his place without incurring reproch and infamie.
+But if it please the grand Captaine to recall him, let him take
+the retrait in good part, and with good will obey it. For hee is
+not borne for himselfe, but for God: of whome he holdes his life
+at farme, as his tenant at will, to yield him the profites. It
+is in the landlord to take it from him, not in him to
+surrender it, when a conceit takes him. Diest thou yong? praise
+God as the mariner that hath had a good winde, soone to bring
+him to the Porte. Diest thou olde? praise him likewise, for if
+thou hast had lesse winde, it may be thou hast also had lesse
+waues. But thinke not at thy pleasure to go faster or softer:
+for the winde is not in thy power, and in steede of taking the
+shortest way to the Hauen, thou maiest happily suffer
+shipwracke. God calleth home from his worke, one in the morning,
+an other at noone, and an other at night. One he exerciseth til
+the first sweate, another he sunne-burneth, another he rosteth
+and drieth throughly. But of all his he leaues not one without,
+but brings them all to rest, and giues them all their hire,
+euery one in his time. Who leaues his worke before God call him,
+looses it: and who importunes him before the time, looses his
+reward. We must rest vs in his will, who in the middest of our
+troubles sets vs at rest.
+
+To ende, we ought neither to hate this life for the toiles
+therein, for it is slouth and cowardise: nor loue it for the
+delights, which is follie and vanitie: but serue vs of it, to
+serue God in it, who after it shall place vs in true quietnesse,
+and replenish vs with pleasures whiche shall neuer more perish.
+Neyther ought we to flye death, for it is childish to feare it:
+and in flieng from it, wee meete it. Much lesse to seeke it, for
+that is temeritie: nor euery one that would die, can die. As
+much despaire in the one, as cowardise in the other: in neither
+any kinde of magnanimitie. It is enough that we constantly and
+continually waite for her comming, that shee may neuer finde vs
+    vnprouided. For as there is nothing more certaine then
+        death, so is there nothing more vncertaine then
+           the houre of death, knowen onlie to God,
+              the onlie Author of life and death,
+                to whom wee all ought endeuour
+                     both to liue and die.
+
+                          _Die to liue,_
+                          _Liue to die._
+
+
+The 13. of May 1590.
+
+At Wilton.
+
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+           *       *       *       *
+
+  [Transcriber's Note:
+
+  The play was printed in Italic type, with Roman for emphasis.
+  For this e-text, only the _emphasis_ is shown.
+
+  Acts 1 and 3 are unlabeled in the text. Act 1 can only be Antony's
+  soliloquy, with following Chorus, but Act 3 is ambiguous. Between
+  Act 2 and Act 4 are:
+    (scene) Cleopatra. Eras. Charmion. Diomede.
+    (soliloquy): Diomed.
+    Chorus
+    (scene) M. Antonius. Lucilius.
+    Chorus
+  Structurally the play seems to have six Acts, but Act 4 and Act 5 are
+  each labeled as such.]
+
+
+[Decoration]
+
+The Argument.
+
+
+After the ouerthrowe of _Brutus_ and _Cassius_, the libertie of
+_Rome_ being now vtterly oppressed, and the Empire setled in the
+hands of _Octauius Caesar_ and _Marcus Antonius_, (who for knitting a
+straiter bonde of amitie betweene them, had taken to wife _Octauia_
+the sister of _Caesar_) _Antonius_ vndertooke a iourney against the
+Parthians, with intent to regaine on them the honor wonne by them
+from the Romains, at the discomfiture and slaughter of _Crassus_.
+But comming in his iourney into Siria, the places renewed in his
+remembrance the long intermitted loue of _Cleopatra_ Queene of
+Aegipt: who before time had both in Cilicia and at Alexandria,
+entertained him with all the exquisite delightes and sumptuous
+pleasures, which a great Prince and voluptuous Louer could to the
+vttermost desire. Whereupon omitting his enterprice, he made his
+returne to Alexandria, againe falling to his former loues, without
+any regard of his vertuous wife _Octauia_, by whom neuertheles he
+had excellent Children. This occasion _Octauius_ tooke of taking
+armes against him: and preparing a mighty fleet, encountred him at
+Actium, who also had assembled to that place a great number of
+Gallies of his own, besides 60. which _Cleopatra_ brought with her
+from Aegipt. But at the very beginning of the battell _Cleopatra_
+with all her Gallies betooke her to flight, which _Antony_ seeing
+could not but follow; by his departure leauing to _Octauius_ the
+greatest victorye which in any Sea Battell hath beene heard off.
+Which he not negligent to pursue, followes them the next spring, and
+besiedgeth them within Alexandria, where _Antony_ finding all that
+he trusted to faile him, beginneth to growe iealouse and to suspect
+_Cleopatra_. She thereupon enclosed her selfe with two of her women
+in a monument she had before caused to be built, thence sends him
+woord she was dead: which he beleeuing for truth, gaue himselfe with
+his Swoord a deadly wound: but died not vntill a messenger came from
+_Cleopatra_ to haue him brought to her to the tombe. Which she not
+daring to open least she should be made a prisoner to the
+_Romaines_, and carried in _Caesars_ triumph, cast downe a corde from
+an high window, by the which (her women helping her) she trussed vp
+_Antonius_ halfe dead, and so got him into the monument. The Stage
+supposed Alexandria: the Chorus, first Egiptians, and after Romane
+Souldiors. The Historie to be read at large in _Plutarch_ in the
+life of _Antonius_.
+
+
+The Actors.
+
+  _Antonius_.
+  _Cleopatra_.
+  _Eras_ and   } _Cleopatras_ women.
+  _Charmion_.  }
+  _Philostratus_ a Philosopher.
+  _Lucilius_.
+  _Diomede_ Secretary to _Cleopatra_.
+  _Octauius Caesar._
+  _Agrippa_.
+  _Euphron_, teacher of _Cleopatras_ children.
+  _Children_ of _Cleopatra_.
+  _Dircetus_ the Messenger.
+
+
+
+
+[Decoration]
+
+
+  _Antonius._
+
+  Since cruell Heau'ns against me obstinate,
+  Since all mishappes of the round engin doe
+  Conspire my harme: since men, since powers diuine,
+  Aire, earth, and Sea are all iniurious:
+  And that my Queene her self, in whome I liu'd,
+  The Idoll of my hart, doth me pursue;
+  It's meete I dye. For her haue I forgone
+  My Country, _Caesar_ vnto warre prouok'd
+  (For iust reuenge of Sisters wrong my wife,
+  Who mou'de my Queene (ay me!) to iealousie)
+  For loue of her, in her allurements caught
+  Abandon'd life, I honor haue despisde,
+  Disdain'd my freends, and of the statelye Rome
+  Despoilde the Empire of her best attire,
+  Contemn'd that power that made me so much fear'd,
+  A slaue become vnto her feeble face.
+    O cruell, traitres, woman most vnkinde,
+  Thou dost, forsworne, my loue and life betraie:
+  And giu'st me vp to ragefull enemie,
+  Which soone (o foole!) will plague thy periurye.
+    Yelded _Pelusium_ on this Countries shore,
+  Yelded thou hast my Shippes and men of warre,
+  That nought remaines (so destitute am I)
+  But these same armes which on my back I weare.
+  Thou should'st haue had them too, and me vnarm'de
+  Yeelded to _Caesar_ naked of defence.
+  Which while I beare let _Caesar_ neuer thinke
+  Triumph of me shall his proud chariot grace
+  Not think with me his glory to adorne,
+  On me aliue to vse his victorie.
+    Thou only _Cleopatra_ triumph hast,
+  Thou only hast my freedome seruile made,
+  Thou only hast me vanquisht: not by force
+  (For forste I cannot be) but by sweete baites
+  Of thy eyes graces, which did gaine so fast
+  vpon my libertie, that nought remain'd.
+  None els hencefoorth, but thou my dearest Queene,
+  Shall glorie in commaunding _Antonie_.
+    Haue _Caesar_ fortune and the Gods his freends,
+  To him haue Ioue and fatall sisters giuen
+  The Scepter of the earth: he neuer shall
+  Subiect my life to his obedience.
+  But when that Death, my glad refuge, shall haue
+  Bounded the course of my vnstedfast life,
+  And frosen corps vnder a marble colde
+  Within tombes bosome widdowe of my soule:
+  Then at his will let him it subiect make:
+  Then what he will let _Caesar_ doo with me:
+  Make me limme after limme be rent: make me
+  My buriall take in sides of _Thracian_ wolfe.
+    Poore _Antonie_! alas what was the day,
+  The daies of losse that gained thee thy loue!
+  Wretch _Antony_! since then _Maegaera_ pale
+  With Snakie haires enchain'd thy miserie.
+  The fire thee burnt was neuer _Cupids_ fire
+  (For Cupid beares not such a mortall brand)
+  It was some furies torch, _Orestes_ torche,
+  which sometimes burnt his mother-murdering soule
+  (When wandring madde, rage boiling in his bloud,
+  He fled his fault which folow'd as he fled)
+  kindled within his bones by shadow pale
+  Of mother slaine return'd from Stygian lake.
+    _Antony_, poore _Antony_! since that daie
+  Thy olde good hap did farre from thee retire.
+  Thy vertue dead: thy glory made aliue
+  So ofte by martiall deeds is gone in smoke:
+  Since then the _Baies_ so well thy forehead knewe
+  To Venus mirtles yeelded haue their place:
+  Trumpets to pipes: field tents to courtly bowers:
+  Launces and Pikes to daunces and to feastes.
+  Since then, o wretch! in stead of bloudy warres
+  Thou shouldst haue made vpon the Parthian Kings
+  For Romain honor filde by _Crassus_ foile,
+  Thou threw'st thy Curiace off, and fearfull healme,
+  With coward courage vnto _AEgipts_ Queen
+  In haste to runne, about her necke to hang
+  Languishing in her armes thy Idoll made:
+  In summe giuen vp to _Cleopatras_ eies.
+  Thou breakest at length from thence, as one encharm'd
+  Breakes from th'enchaunter that him strongly helde.
+  For thy first reason (spoyling of their force
+  the poisned cuppes of thy faire Sorceres)
+  Recur'd thy sprite: and then on euery side
+  Thou mad'st againe the earth with Souldiours swarme.
+  All Asia hidde: Euphrates bankes do tremble
+  To see at once so many Romanes there
+  Breath horror, rage, and with a threatning eye
+  In mighty squadrons crosse his swelling streames.
+  Nought seene but horse, and fier sparkling armes:
+  Nought heard but hideous noise of muttring troupes.
+  The _Parth_, the _Mede_, abandoning their goods
+  Hide them for feare in hilles of _Hircanie_,
+  Redoubting thee. Then willing to besiege
+  The great _Phraate_ head of _Media_,
+  Thou campedst at her walles with vaine assault,
+  Thy engins fit (mishap!) not thither brought.
+    So long thou stai'st, so long thou doost thee rest,
+  So long thy loue with such things nourished
+  Reframes, reformes it selfe and stealingly
+  Retakes his force and rebecomes more great.
+  For of thy Queene the lookes, the grace, the woords,
+  Sweetenes, alurements, amorous delights,
+  Entred againe thy soule, and day and night,
+  In watch, in sleepe, her Image follow'd thee:
+  Not dreaming but of her, repenting still
+  That thou for warre hadst such a Goddes left.
+    Thou car'st no more for _Parth_, nor _Parthian_ bow,
+  Sallies, assaults, encounters, shocks, alarmes,
+  For diches, rampiers, wards, entrenched grounds:
+  Thy only care is sight of _Nilus_ streames,
+  Sight of that face whose guilefull semblant doth
+  (Wandring in thee) infect thy tainted hart.
+  Her absence thee besottes: each hower, each hower
+  Of staie, to thee impatient seemes an age.
+  Enough of conquest, praise thou deem'st enough,
+  If soone enough the bristled fieldes thou see
+  Of fruitfull _AEgipt_, and the stranger floud
+  Thy Queenes faire eyes (another _Pharos_) lights.
+    Returned loe, dishonoured, despisde,
+  In wanton loue a woman thee misleades
+  Sunke in foule sinke: meane while respecting nought
+  Thy wife _Octauia_ and her tender babes,
+  Of whom the long contempt against thee whets
+  The sword of _Caesar_ now thy Lord become.
+    Lost thy great Empire, all those goodly townes
+  Reuerenc'd thy name as rebells now thee leaue:
+  Rise against thee, and to the ensignes flocke
+  Of conqu'ring _Caesar_, who enwalles thee round
+  Cag'd in thy holde, scarse maister of thy selfe,
+  Late maister of so many nations.
+    Yet, yet, which is of grief extreamest grief,
+  Which is yet of mischiefe highest mischiefe,
+  It's _Cleopatra_ alas! alas, it's she,
+  It's she augments the torment of thy paine,
+  Betraies thy loue, thy life alas! betraies,
+  _Caesar_ to please, whose grace she seekes to gaine:
+  With thought her Crowne to saue, and fortune make
+  Onely thy foe which common ought haue beene.
+    If her I alwaies lou'd, and the first flame
+  Of her heart-killing loue shall burne me last:
+  Iustly complaine I she disloyall is,
+  Nor constant is, euen as I constant am,
+  To comfort my mishap, despising me
+  No more, then when the heauens fauour'd me.
+    _But ah! by nature women wau'ring are,_
+  _Each moment changing and rechanging mindes._
+  _Vnwise, who blinde in them, thinkes loyaltie_
+  _Euer to finde in beauties company._
+
+
+  Chorus.
+
+  The boyling tempest still
+    Makes not Sea waters fome:
+    Nor still the Northern blast
+    Disquiets quiet streames:
+    Nor who his chest to fill
+    Sayles to the morning beames,
+    On waues winde tosseth fast
+    Still kepes his Ship from home.
+  Nor _Ioue_ still downe doth cast
+    Inflam'd with bloudie ire
+    On man, on tree, on hill,
+    His darts of thundring fire:
+    Nor still the heat doth last
+    On face of parched plaine:
+    Nor wrinkled colde doth still
+    On frozen furrowes raigne.
+  But still as long as we
+    In this low world remaine,
+    Mishapps our dayly mates
+    Our liues do entertaine:
+    And woes which beare no dates
+    Still pearch vpon our heads,
+    None go, but streight will be
+    Some greater in their Steads.
+  Nature made vs not free
+    When first she made vs liue:
+    When we began to be,
+    To be began our woe:
+    Which growing euermore
+    As dying life dooth growe
+    Do more and more vs greeue,
+    And tire vs more and more.
+  No stay in fading states,
+    For more to height they retch,
+    Their fellow miseries
+    The more to height do stretch.
+    They clinge euen to the crowne,
+    And threatning furious wise
+    From tirannizing pates
+    Do often pull it downe.
+  In vaine on waues vntride
+    to shunne them go we should
+    To _Scythes_ and _Massagetes_
+    Who neare the Pole reside:
+    In vaine to boiling sandes
+    Which _Phaebus_ battry beates,
+    For with vs still they would
+    Cut seas and compasse landes.
+  The darknes no more sure
+    To ioyne with heauy night:
+    The light which guildes the dayes
+    To follow _Titan_ pure:
+    No more the shadow light
+    The body to ensue:
+    Then wretchednes alwaies
+    Vs wretches to pursue.
+  O blest who neuer breath'd,
+    Or whome with pittie mou'de,
+    _Death_ from his cradle reau'de,
+    And swadled in his graue:
+    And blessed also he
+    (As curse may blessing haue)
+    Who low and liuing free
+    No princes charge hath prou'de.
+  By stealing sacred fire
+    _Prometheus_ then vnwise,
+    Prouoking Gods to ire,
+    The heape of ills did sturre,
+    And sicknes pale and colde
+    Our ende which onward spurre,
+    To plague our hands too bolde
+    To filch the wealth of Skies.
+  In heauens hate since then
+    Of ill with ill enchain'd
+    We race of mortall men
+    full fraught our breasts haue borne:
+    And thousand thousand woes
+    Our heau'nly soules now thorne,
+    Which free before from those
+    No! earthly passion pain'd.
+  Warre and warres bitter cheare
+    Now long time with vs staie,
+    And feare of hated foe
+    Still still encreaseth sore:
+    Our harmes worse dayly growe,
+    Lesse yesterdaye they were
+    Then now, and will be more
+    To morowe then to daye.
+
+
+
+
+  Act. 2.
+
+
+  _Philostratus._
+
+    What horrible furie, what cruell rage,
+  O _AEgipt_ so extremely thee torments?
+  Hast thou the Gods so angred by thy fault?
+  Hast thou against them some such crime conceiu'd,
+  That their engrained hand lift vp in threats
+  They should desire in thy hard bloud to bathe?
+  And that their burning wrath which nought can quench
+  Should pittiles on vs still lighten downe?
+    We are not hew'n out of the monst'rous masse
+  Of _Giantes_ those, which heauens wrack conspir'd:
+  _Ixions_ race, false prater of his loues:
+  Nor yet of him who fained lightnings found:
+  Nor cruell _Tantalus_, nor bloudie _Atreus_,
+  Whose cursed banquet for _Thyestes_ plague
+  Made the beholding Sunne for horrour turne
+  His backe, and backward from his course returne:
+  And hastning his wing-footed horses race
+  Plunge him in sea for shame to hide his face:
+  While sulleine night vpon the wondring world
+  For mid-daies light her starrie mantle cast,
+    But what we be, what euer wickednes
+  By vs is done, Alas! with what more plagues,
+  More eager torments could the Gods declare
+  To heauen and earth that vs they hatefull holde?
+  With Souldiors, strangers, horrible in armes
+  Our land is hidde, our people drown'd in teares.
+  But terror here and horror, nought is seene:
+  And present death prizing our life each hower.
+  Hard at our ports and at our porches waites
+  Our conquering foe: harts faile vs, hopes are dead:
+  Our Queene laments: and this great Emperour
+  Sometime (would now they did) whom worlds did feare,
+  Abandoned, betraid, now mindes no more
+  But from his euils by hast'ned death to passe.
+    Come you poore people tir'de with ceasles plaints
+  With teares and sighes make mournfull sacrifice
+  On _Isis_ altars: not our selues to saue,
+  But soften _Caesar_ and him piteous make
+  To vs, his pray: that so his lenitie
+  May change our death into captiuitie.
+    Strange are the euils the fates on vs haue brought,
+  O but alas! how farre more strange the cause!
+  Loue, loue (alas, who euer would haue thought?)
+  Hath lost this Realme inflamed with his fire.
+  Loue, playing loue, which men say kindles not
+  But in soft harts, hath ashes made our townes.
+  And his sweet shafts, with whose shot none are kill'd,
+  Which vlcer not, with deaths our lands haue fill'd,
+    Such was the bloudie, murdring, hellish loue
+  Possest thy hart faire false guest _Priams_ Sonne,
+  Fi'ring a brand which after made to burne
+  The _Troian_ towers by _Graecians_ ruinate.
+  By this loue, _Priam_, _Hector_, _Troilus_,
+  _Memnon_, _Deiphobus_, _Glaucus_, thousands mo,
+  Whome redd _Scamanders_ armor clogged streames
+  Roll'd into Seas, before their dates are dead.
+  So plaguie he, so many tempests raiseth
+  So murdring he, so many Cities raiseth,
+  When insolent, blinde, lawles, orderles,
+  With madd delights our sence he entertaines.
+    All knowing Gods our wracks did vs foretell
+  By signes in earth, by signes in starry Sphaeres:
+  Which should haue mou'd vs, had not destinie
+  With too strong hand warped our miserie.
+  The _Comets_ flaming through the scat'red clouds
+  With fiery beames, most like vnbroaded haires:
+  The fearefull dragon whistling at the bankes,
+  And holie _Apis_ ceaseles bellowing
+  (As neuer erst) and shedding endles teares:
+  Bloud raining downe from heau'n in vnknow'n showers:
+  Our Gods darke faces ouercast with woe,
+  And dead mens Ghosts appearing in the night.
+  Yea euen this night while all the Cittie stoode
+  Opprest with terror, horror, seruile feare,
+  Deepe silence ouer all: the sounds were heard
+  Of diuerse songs, and diuers instruments,
+  Within the voide of aire: and howling noise,
+  Such as madde _Bacchus_ priests in _Bacchus_ feasts
+  On _Nisa_ make: and (seem'd) the company,
+  Our Cittie lost, went to the enemie.
+    So we forsaken both of Gods and men,
+  So are we in the mercy of our foes:
+  And we hencefoorth obedient must become
+  To lawes of them who haue vs ouercome.
+
+
+  Chorus.
+
+  Lament we our mishaps,
+    Drowne we with teares our woe:
+    For Lamentable happes
+    Lamented easie growe:
+      And much lesse torment bring
+      Then when they first did spring.
+  We want that wofull song,
+    Wherwith wood-musiques Queene
+    Doth ease her woes, among,
+    fresh springtimes bushes greene,
+      On pleasant branche alone
+      Renewing auntient mone.
+  We want that monefull sounde,
+    That pratling _Progne_ makes
+    On fieldes of _Thracian_ ground,
+    Or streames of _Thracian_ lakes:
+      To empt her brest of paine
+      For _Itys_ by her slaine.
+  Though _Halcyons_ doo still,
+    Bewailing _Ceyx_ lot,
+    The Seas with plainings fill
+    Which his dead limmes haue got,
+      Not euer other graue
+      Then tombe of waues to haue:
+  And though the birde in death
+    That most _Meander_ loues
+    So swetely sighes his breath
+    When death his fury proues,_
+      _As almost softs his heart,
+      And almost blunts his dart:
+  Yet all the plaints of those,
+    Nor all their tearfull larmes,
+    Cannot content our woes,
+    Nor serue to waile the harmes,
+      In soule which we, poore we,
+      To feele enforced be.
+  Nor they of _Phaebus_ bredd
+    In teares can doo so well,
+    They for their brother shedd,
+    Who into _Padus_ fell,
+      Rash guide of chariot cleare
+      Surueiour of the yeare.
+  Nor she whom heau'nly powers
+    To weping rocke did turne,
+    Whose teares distill in showers,
+    And shew she yet doth mourne.
+      Where with his toppe to Skies
+      Mount _Sipylus_ doth rise.
+  Nor weping drops which flowe
+    From barke of wounded tree,
+    That _Myrrhas_ shame do showe
+    With ours compar'd may be,
+      To quench her louing fire
+      Who durst embrace her sire.
+  Nor all the howlings made
+    On _Cybels_ sacred hill
+    By Eunukes of her trade,
+    Who _Atys_, _Atys_ still
+      With doubled cries resound,_
+      _Which _Echo_ makes rebound.
+  Our plaints no limits stay,
+    Nor more then doo our woes:
+    Both infinitely straie
+    And neither measure knowes.
+      _In measure let them plaine:_
+      _Who measur'd griefes sustaine._
+
+
+  _Cleopatra._ _Eras._ _Charmion._ _Diomede._
+
+  _Cleopatra._
+
+    That I haue thee betraid, deare _Antonie_,
+  My life, my soule, my Sunne? I had such thought?
+  That I haue thee betraide my Lord, my King?
+  That I would breake my vowed faith to thee?
+  Leaue thee? deceiue thee? yeelde thee to the rage
+  Of mightie foe? I euer had that hart?
+  Rather sharpe lightning lighten on my head:
+  Rather may I to deepest mischiefe fall:
+  Rather the opened earth deuower me:
+  Rather fierce _Tigers_ feed them on my flesh:
+  Rather, o rather let our _Nilus_ send,
+  To swallow me quicke, some weeping _Crocodile_.
+    And didst thou then suppose my royall hart
+  Had hatcht, thee to ensnare, a faithles loue?
+  And changing minde, as Fortune changed cheare,
+  I would weake thee, to winne the stronger, loose?
+  O wretch! o caitiue! o too cruell happe!
+  And did not I sufficient losse sustaine
+  Loosing my Realme, loosing my liberty,
+  My tender of-spring, and the ioyfull light
+  Of beamy Sunne, and yet, yet loosing more
+  Thee _Antony_ my care, if I loose not
+  What yet remain'd? thy loue alas! thy loue,
+  More deare then Scepter, children, freedome, light.
+    So ready I to row in _Charons_ barge,
+  Shall leese the ioy of dying in thy loue:
+  So the sole comfort of my miserie
+  To haue one tombe with thee is me bereft.
+  So I in shady plaines shall plaine alone,
+  Not (as I hop'd) companion of thy mone,
+  O height of griefe! _Eras_ why with continuall cries
+  Your griefull harmes doo you exasperate?
+  Torment your selfe with murthering complaints?
+  Straine your weake breast so oft, so vehemently?
+  Water with teares this faire alablaster?
+  With sorrowes sting so many beauties wound?
+  Come of so many Kings want you the hart
+  Brauely, stoutly, this tempest to resist?
+
+  _Cl._ My eu'lls are wholy vsupportable,
+  No humain force can them withstand, but death.
+
+  _Eras._ To him that striues nought is impossible.
+
+  _Cl._ In striuing lyes no hope of my mishapps.
+
+  _Eras._ All things do yeelde to force of louely face.
+
+  _Cl._ My face too louely caus'd my wretched case.
+  My face hath so entrap'd, so cast vs downe,
+  That for his conquest _Caesar_ may it thanke,
+  Causing that _Antony_ one army lost
+  The other wholy did to _Caesar_ yeld.
+  For not induring (so his amorouse sprite
+  Was with my beautie fir'de) my shamefull flight,
+  Soone as he saw from ranke wherein he stoode
+  In hottest fight, my Gallies making saile:
+  Forgetfull of his charge (as if his soule
+  Vnto his Ladies soule had bene enchain'd)
+  He left his men, who so couragiouslie
+  Did leaue their liues to gaine him victorie.
+  And carelesse both of fame and armies losse
+  My oared Gallies follow'd with his Ships
+  Companion of my flight, by this base parte
+  Blasting his former flourishing renowne.
+
+  _Eras._ Are you therefore cause of his ouerthrowe?
+
+  _Cl._ I am sole cause: I did it, only I.
+
+  _Er._ Feare of a woman troubled so his sprite?
+
+  _Cl._ Fire of his loue was by my feare enflam'd.
+
+  _Er._ And should he then to warre haue ledd a Queene?
+
+  _Cl._ Alas! this was not his offence, but mine.
+  _Antony_ (ay me! who else so braue a chiefe!)
+  Would not I should haue taken Seas with him:
+  But would haue left me fearfull woman farre
+  From common hazard of the doubtfull warre.
+    O that I had beleu'd! now, now of _Rome_
+  All the great Empire at our beck should bende.
+  All should obey, the vagabonding _Scythes_,
+  The feared _Germains_, back-shooting _Parthians_,
+  Wandring _Numidians_, _Brittons_ farre remoou'd,
+  And tawny nations scorched with the Sunne.
+  But I car'd not: so was my soule possest,
+  (To my great harme) with burning iealousie:
+  Fearing least in my absence _Antony_
+  Should leauing me retake _Octauia_.
+
+  _Char._ Such was the rigour of your destinie.
+
+  _Cl._ Such was my errour and obstinacie.
+
+  _Ch._ But since Gods would not, could you doe withall?
+
+  _Cl._ Alwaies from Gods good happs, not harms, do fall.
+
+  _Ch._ And haue they not all power on mens affaires?
+
+  _Cl._ They neuer bow so lowe, as worldly cares.
+  But leaue to mortall men to be dispos'd
+  Freelie on earth what euer mortall is.
+  If we therin sometimes some faultes commit,
+  We may them not to their high maiesties,
+  But to our selues impute; whose passions
+  Plunge vs each day in all afflictions.
+  Wherwith when we our soules do thorned feele,
+  Flatt'ring our selues we say they dest'nies are:
+  That Gods would haue it so, and that our care
+  Could not empeach but that it must be so.
+
+  _Char._ Things here belowe are in the heau'ns begot,
+  Before they be in this our worlde borne:
+  And neuer can our weaknes turne awry
+  The stailes course of powerfull destenie.
+  Nought here force, reason, humaine prouidence,
+  Holie deuotion, noble bloud preuailes:
+  And Ioue himselfe whose hand doth heauens rule,
+  Who both to Gods and men as King commaunds,
+  Who earth (our firme support) with plenty stores,
+  Moues aire and sea with twinckling of his eie,
+  Who all can doe, yet neuer can vndoe
+  What once hath been by their hard laws decreed.
+    When _Troian_ walles, great _Neptunes_ workmanship,
+  Enuiron'd were with _Greekes_, and Fortunes whele
+  Doubtfull ten yeares now to the campe did turne,
+  And now againe towards the towne return'd:
+  How many times did force and fury swell
+  In _Hectors_ veines egging him to the spoile
+  Of conquer'd foes, which at his blowes did flie,
+  As fearfull shepe at feared wolues approche:
+  To saue (in vaine: for why? it would not be)
+  Pore walles of _Troie_ from aduersaries rage,
+  Who died them in bloud, and cast to ground
+  Heap'd them with bloudie burning carcases.
+    No, Madame, thinke, that if the ancient crowne
+  Of your progenitors that _Nilus_ rul'd,
+  Force take from you; the Gods haue will'd it so,
+  To whome oft times Princes are odiouse.
+  They haue to euery thing an end ordain'd;
+  All worldly greatnes by them bounded is;
+  Some sooner, later some, as they think best:
+  None their decree is able to infringe.
+  But, which is more, to vs disastred men
+  Which subiect are in all things to their will,
+  Their will is hidd: nor while we liue, we know
+  How, or how long we must in life remaine.
+  Yet must we not for that feede on dispaire,
+  And make vs wretched ere we wretched bee:
+  But alwaies hope the best, euen to the last,
+  That from our selues the mischief may not growe.
+    Then, Madame, helpe your selfe, leaue of in time
+  _Antonies_ wracke, lest it your wracke procure:
+  Retire you from him, saue frrom wrathfull rage
+  Of angry _Caesar_ both your Realme and you.
+  You see him lost, so as your amitie
+  Vnto his euills can yelde no more reliefe.
+  You see him ruin'd, so as your support
+  No more hencefourth can him with comfort raise.
+  With-draw you from the storme: persist not still
+  To loose your selfe: this royal diademe
+  Regaine of _Caesar_.
+
+          _Cl._ Soner shining light
+  Shall leaue the daie, and darknes leaue the night:
+  Sooner moist currents of tempestuous seas
+  Shall waue in heauen, and the nightlie troopes
+  Of starres shall shine within the foming waues,
+  Then I thee, _Antonie_, Leaue in depe distres.
+  I am with thee, be it thy worthy soule
+  Lodge in thy brest, or from that lodging parte
+  Crossing the ioyles lake to take hir place
+  In place prepared for men Demy-gods.
+    Liue, if thee please, if life be lothsome die:
+  Dead and aliue, _Antonie_, thou shalt see
+  Thy princesse follow thee, folow, and lament,
+  Thy wrack, no lesse her owne then was thy weale.
+
+  _Char._ What helps his wrack this euer-lasting loue?
+
+  _Cl._ Help, or help not, such must, such ought I proue.
+
+  _Char._ Ill done to loose your selfe, and to no ende.
+
+  _Cl._ How ill thinke you to follow such a frende?
+
+  _Char._ But this your loue nought mitigates his paine.
+
+  _Cl._ Without this loue I should be inhumaine.
+
+  _Char._ Inhumaine he, who his owne death pursues.
+
+  _Cl._ Not inhumaine who miseries eschues.
+
+  _Ch._ Liue for your sonnes.
+
+          _Cl._ Nay for their father die.
+
+  _Cha._ Hardhearted mother!
+
+          _Cl._ Wife kindhearted I.
+
+  _Ch._ Then will you them depriue of royall right?
+
+  _Cl._ Do I depriue them? no, it's dest'nies might.
+
+  _Ch._ Do you not them not depriue of heritage,
+  That giue them vp to aduersaries handes,
+  A man forsaken fearing to forsake,
+  Whome such huge numbers hold enuironned?
+  T' abandon one gainst whome the frowning world
+  Banded with _Caesar_ makes conspiring warre.
+
+  _Cl._ The lesse ought I to leaue him lest of all.
+  _A frend in most distresse should most assist._
+  If that when _Antonie_ great and glorious
+  His legions led to drinke _Euphrates_ streames,
+  So many Kings in traine redoubting him;
+  In triumph rais'd as high as highest heaun;
+  Lord-like disposing as him pleased best,
+  The wealth of _Greece_, the wealth of_Asia_:
+  In that faire fortune had I him exchaung'd
+  For _Caesar_, then, men would haue counted me
+  Faithles, vnconstant, light: but now the storme,
+  And blustring tempest driuing on his face,
+  Readie to drowne, _Alas_! what would they saie?
+  What would himselfe in _Plutos_ mansion saie?
+  If I, whome alwaies more then life he lou'de,
+  If I, who am his heart, who was his hope,
+  Leaue him, forsake him (and perhaps in vaine)
+  Weakly to please who him hath ouerthrowne?
+  Not light, vnconstant, faithlesse should I be,
+  But vile, forsworne, of treachrous crueltie.
+
+  _Ch._ Crueltie to shunne, you selfe-cruell are.
+
+  _Cl._ Selfe-cruell him from crueltie to spare.
+
+  _Ch._ Our first affection to our selfe is due.
+
+  _Cl._ He is my selfe.
+
+          _Ch._ Next it extendes vnto
+  Our children, frends, and to our countrie soile.
+  And you for some respect of wiuelie loue,
+  (Albee scarce wiuelie) loose your natiue land,
+  Your children, frends, and (which is more) your life,
+  With so strong charmes doth loue bewitch our witts:
+  So fast in vs this fire once kindled flames.
+  Yet if his harme by yours redresse might haue,
+
+  _Cl._ With mine it may be clos'de in darksome graue.
+
+  _Ch._ And that, as _Alcest_ to hir selfe vnkinde,
+  You might exempt him from the lawes of death.
+  But he is sure to die: and now his sworde
+  Alreadie moisted is in his warme bloude,
+  Helples for any succour you can bring
+  Against deaths stinge, which he must shortlie feele.
+    Then let your loue be like the loue of olde
+  Which _Carian_ Queene did nourish in hir heart
+  Of hir Mausolus: builde for him a tombe
+  Whose statelinesse a wonder new may make.
+  Let him, let him haue sumtuouse funeralles:
+  Let graue thereon the horror of his fights:
+  Let earth be buri'd with vnburied heaps.
+  Frame ther _Pharsaly_, and discoulour'd stream's
+  Of depe _Enipeus_: frame the grassie plaine,
+  Which lodg'd his campe at siege of _Mutina_.
+  Make all his combats, and couragiouse acts:
+  And yearly plaies to his praise institute:
+  Honor his memorie: with doubled care
+  Breed and bring vp the children of you both
+  In _Caesars_ grace: who as a noble Prince
+  Will leaue them Lords of this most gloriouse realme.
+
+  _Cl._ What shame were that? ah Gods! what infamie!
+  With _Antonie_ in his good happs to share,
+  And ouerliue him dead: deeming enough
+  To shed some teares vpon a widdowe tombe?
+  The after-liuers iustly might report
+  That I him onlie for his empire lou'd,
+  And high estate: and that in hard estate
+  I for another did him lewdlie leaue?
+  Like to those birds wafted with wandring wings
+  From foraine lands in spring-time here arriue:
+  And liue with vs so long as Somers heate,
+  And their foode lasts, then seke another soile.
+  And as we see with ceaslesse fluttering
+  Flocking of seelly flies a brownish cloud
+  To vintag'd wine yet working in the tonne,
+  Not parting thence while they swete liquor taste:
+  After, as smoke, all vanish in the aire,
+  And of the swarme not one so much appeare.
+
+  _Eras._ By this sharp death what profit can you winne?
+
+  _Cl._ I neither gaine, nor profit seke therein.
+
+  _Er._ What praise shall you of after-ages gett?
+
+  _Cl._ Nor praise, nor glory in my cares are sett.
+
+  _Er._ What other end ought you respect, then this?
+
+  _Cl._ My only ende my onely dutie is.
+
+  _Er._ your dutie must vpon some good be founded.
+
+  _Cl._ On vertue it, the onlie good, is grounded.
+
+  _Er._ What is that _vertue_?
+
+          _Cl._ That which vs beseemes.
+
+  _Er._ Outrage our selues? who that beseeming deemes?
+
+  _Cl._ Finish I will my sorowes dieng thus.
+
+  _Er._ Minish you will your glories doing thus.
+
+  _Cl._ Good frends I praie you seeke not to reuoke
+  My fix'd intent of folowing _Antonie_.
+  I will die. I will die: must not his life,
+  His life and death by mine be folowed?
+    Meane while, deare sisters, liue: and while you liue,
+  Doe often honor to our loued Tombes.
+  Straw them with flowrs: and sometimes happelie
+  The tender thought of _Antonie_ your Lorde
+  And me poore soule to teares shall you inuite,
+  And our true loues your dolefull voice commend.
+
+  _Ch._ And thinke you Madame, we from you will part?
+  Thinke you alone to feele deaths ougly darte?
+  Thinke you to leaue vs? and that the same sunne
+  Shall see at once you dead, and vs aliue?
+  Weele die with you: and _Clotho_ pittilesse
+  Shall vs with you in hellish boate imbarque.
+
+  _Cl._ Ah liue, I praie you: this disastred woe
+  Which racks my heart, alone to me belonges:
+  My lott longs not to you: seruants to be
+  No shame, no harme to you, as is to me.
+    Liue sisters, liue, and seing his suspect
+  Hath causlesse me in sea of sorowes drown'd,
+  And that I can not liue, if so I would,
+  Nor yet would leaue this life, if so I could,
+  Without, his loue: procure me, _Diomed_,
+  That gainst poore me he be no more incensd.
+  Wrest out of his conceit that harmfull doubt,
+  That since his wracke he hath of me conceiu'd
+  Though wrong conceiu'd: witnesse you reuerent Gods,
+  Barking _Anubis_, _Apis_ bellowing.
+  Tell him, my soule burning, impatient,
+  Forlorne with loue of him, for certaine seale
+  Of her true loialtie my corpse hath left,
+  T' encrease of dead the number numberlesse.
+    Go then, and if as yet he me bewaile,
+  If yet for me his heart one sign fourth breathe
+  Blest shall I be: and farre with more content
+  Depart this world, where so I me torment.
+  Meane season vs let this sadd tombe enclose,
+  Attending here till death conclude our woes.
+
+  _Diom._ I will obey your will.
+
+          _Cl._ So the desert
+  The Gods repay of thy true faithfull heart.
+
+
+  _Diomed._
+
+  And is't not pittie, Gods, ah Gods of heau'n!
+  To see from loue such hatefull frutes to spring?
+  And is't not pittie that this firebrand so
+  Laies waste the trophes of _Philippi_ fieldes?
+  Where are those swete allurements, those swete lookes,
+  Which Gods themselues right hart-sicke would haue made?
+  What doth that beautie, rarest guift of heau'n,
+  Wonder of earth? Alas! what doe those eies?
+  And that swete voice all _Asia_ vnderstoode,
+  And sunburnt _Afrike_ wide in deserts spred?
+  Is their force dead? haue they no further power?
+  Can not by them _Octauius_ be supriz'd?
+  Alas! if _Ioue_ in middst of all his ire,
+  With thunderbolt in hand some land to plague,
+  Had cast his eies on my Queene, out of hande
+  His plaguing bolte had falne out of his hande:
+  Fire of his wrathe into vaine smoke should turne,
+  And other fire within his brest should burne.
+    Nought liues so faire. Nature by such a worke
+  Her selfe, should seme, in workmanship hath past.
+  She is all heau'nlie: neuer any man
+  But seing hir was rauish'd with her sight.
+  The Allablaster couering of hir face,
+  The corall coullor hir two lipps engraines,
+  Her beamie eies, two Sunnes of this our world,
+  Of hir faire haire the fine and flaming golde,
+  Her braue streight stature, and hir winning partes
+  Are nothing else but fiers, fetters, dartes.
+    Yet this is nothing th'e'nchaunting skilles
+  Of her celestiall Sp'rite, hir training speache,
+  Her grace, hir Maiestie, and forcing voice,
+  Whither she it with fingers speach consorte,
+  Or hearing sceptred kings embassadors
+  Answer to eache in his owne language make.
+    Yet now at nede she aides hir not at all
+  With all these beauties, so hir sorowe stings.
+  Darkned with woe hir only studie is
+  To wepe, to sigh, to seke for lonelines.
+  Careles of all, hir haire disordred hangs:
+  Hir charming eies whence murthring looks did flie,
+  Now riuers grown', whose wellspring anguish is,
+  Do trickling wash the marble of hir face.
+  Hir faire discouer'd brest with sobbing swolne
+  Selfe cruell she still martireth with blowes,
+    Alas! It's our ill happ, for if hir teares
+  She would conuert into hir louing charmes,
+  To make a conquest of the conqueror,
+  (As well shee might, would she hir force imploie)
+  She should vs saftie from these ills procure,
+  Hir crowne to hir, and to hir race assure.
+  _Vnhappy he, in whome selfe-succour lies,_
+  _Yet self-forsaken wanting succour dies._
+
+
+  Chorus.
+
+  O swete fertile land, wherin
+    _Phaebus_ did with breath inspire
+    Man who men did first begin,
+    Formed first of _Nilus_ mire.
+    Whence of _Artes_ the eldest kindes,
+    Earthes most heauenly ornament,
+    Were as from their fountaine sent,
+    To enlight our mistie mindes.
+    Whose grosse sprite from endles time,
+    As in darkned prison pente,
+    Neuer did to knowledg clime.
+  Wher the _Nile_, our father good,
+    Father-like doth neuer misse
+    Yearely vs to bring such food,
+    As to life required is:
+    Visiting each yeare this plaine,
+    And with fatt slime cou'ring it,
+    Which his seauen mouthes do spitt,
+    As the season comes againe.
+    Making therby greatest growe
+    Busie reapers ioyfull paine,
+    When his flouds do highest flowe.
+  Wandring Prince of riuers thou,
+    Honor of the _AEthiops_ lande,
+    Of a Lord and master now
+    Thou a slaue in awe must stand.
+    Now of _Tiber_ which is spred
+    Lesse in force, and lesse in fame
+    Reuerence thou must the name,
+    Whome all other riuers dread,
+    For his children swolne in pride,
+    Who by conquest seeke to treade
+    Round this earth on euery side.
+  Now thou must begin to sende
+    Tribute of thy watrie store,
+    As Sea pathes thy stepps shall bende,
+    Yearely presents more and more.
+    Thy fatt skumme, our frutefull corne,
+    Pill'd from hence with theeuish hands
+    All vncloth'd shall leaue our lands
+    Into foraine Countrie borne.
+    Which puft vp with such a pray
+    Shall therby the praise adorne
+    Of that scepter _Rome_ doth sway.
+  Nought thee helps thy hornes to hide
+    Farre from hence in vnknowne grounds,
+    That thy waters wander wide,
+    Yearely breaking bankes, and bounds.
+    And that thy Skie-coullor'd brookes
+    Through a hundred peoples passe,
+    Drawing plots for trees and grasse
+    With a thousand turn's and crookes.
+    Whome all weary of their way
+    Thy throats which in widenesse passe
+    Powre into their Mother Sea.
+  Nought so happie haplesse life
+    "In this worlde as freedome findes:
+    "Nought wherin more sparkes are rife
+    "To inflame couragious mindes.
+    "But if force must vs enforce
+    "Nedes a yoke to vndergoe,
+    "Vnder foraine yoke to goe
+    "Still it proues a bondage worse.
+    "And doubled subiection
+    "See we shall, and feele, and knowe
+    "Subiect to a stranger growne.
+  From hence forward for a King,
+    whose first being from this place
+    Should his brest by nature bring
+    Care of Countrie to embrace,
+    We at surly face must quake
+    Of some _Romaine_ madly bent:
+    Who, our terrour to augment,
+    His _Proconsuls_ axe will shake.
+    Driuing with our Kings from hence
+    Our establish'd gouerment,
+    Iustice sworde, and Lawes defence.
+  Nothing worldly of such might
+    But more mightie _Destinie_,
+    By swift _Times_ vnbridled flight,
+    Makes in ende his ende to see.
+    Euery thing _Time_ ouerthrowes,
+    Nought to ende doth stedfast staie:
+    His great sithe mowes all away
+    As the stalke of tender rose.
+    Onlie Immortalitie
+    Of the Heau'ns doth it oppose
+    Gainst his powerfull _Deitie_.
+  One daie there will come a daie
+    Which shall quaile thy fortunes flower,
+    And thee ruinde low shall laie
+    In some barbarous Princes power.
+    When the pittie-wanting fire
+    Shall, O _Rome_, thy beauties burne,
+    And to humble ashes turne
+    Thy proud wealth, and rich attire,
+    Those guilt roofes which turretwise,
+    Iustly making Enuie mourne,
+    Threaten now to pearce Skies.
+  As thy forces fill each land
+    Haruests making here and there,
+    Reaping all with rauening hand
+    They finde growing any where:
+    From each land so to thy fall
+    Multitudes repaire shall make,
+    From the common spoile to take
+    What to each mans share maie fall.
+    Fingred all thou shalt beholde:
+    No iote left for tokens sake
+    That thou wert so great of olde.
+  Like vnto the auncient _Troie_
+    Whence deriu'de thy founders be,
+    Conqu'ring foe shall thee enioie,
+    And a burning praie in thee.
+    For within this turning ball
+    This we see, and see each daie:
+    All things fixed ends do staie,
+    Ends to first beginnings fall.
+    And that nought, how strong or strange,
+    Chaungles doth endure alwaie,
+  But endureth fatall change.
+
+
+  _M. Antonius._ _Lucilius._
+
+  _M. Ant._
+
+  _Lucil_, sole comfort of my bitter case,
+  The only trust, the only hope I haue,
+  In last despaire: Ah! is not this the daie
+  That death should me of life and loue bereaue?
+  What waite I for that haue no refuge left,
+  But am sole remnant of my fortune left?
+  All leaue me, flie me: none, no not of them
+  Which of my greatnes greatest good receiu'd,
+  Stands with my fall: they seeme as now asham'de
+  That heretofore they did me ought regarde:
+  They draw them back, shewing they folow'd me,
+  Not to partake my harm's, but coozen me.
+
+    _Lu._ In this our world nothing is stedfast found,
+    In vaine he hopes, who here his hopes doth gro[un]d.
+
+  _Ant._ Yet nought afflicts me, nothing killes me so,
+  As that I so my _Cleopatra_ see
+  Practize with _Caesar_, and to him transport
+  My flame, her loue, more deare then life to me.
+
+  _Lu._ Beleeue it not: Too high a heart she beares,
+  Too Princelie thoughts.
+
+          _Ant._ Too wise a head she weare
+  Too much enflam'd with greatnes, euermore
+  Gaping for our great Empires gouerment.
+
+  _Lu._ So long time you her constant loue haue tri'de.
+
+  _Ant._ But still with me good fortune did abide.
+
+  _Lu._ Her changed loue what token makes you know?
+
+  _An._ _Pelusium_ lost, and _Actian_ ouerthrow,
+  Both by her fraud: my well appointed fleet,
+  And trustie Souldiors in my quarell arm'd,
+  Whom she, false she, in stede of my defence,
+  Came to persuade, to yelde them to my foe:
+  Such honor _Thyre_ done, such welcome giuen,
+  Their long close talkes I neither knew, nor would,
+  And treacherouse wrong _Alexas_ hath me done,
+  Witnes too well her periur'd loue to me.
+  But you O Gods (if any faith regarde)
+  With sharpe reuenge her faithles change reward.
+
+  _Lu._ The dole she made vpon our ouerthrow,
+  Her Realme giuen vp for refuge to our men,
+  Her poore attire when she deuoutly kept
+  The solemne day of her natiuitie,
+  Againe the cost, and prodigall expence
+  Shew'd when she did your birth day celebrate,
+  Do plaine enough her heart vnfained proue,
+  Equally toucht, you louing, as you loue.
+
+  _Ant._ Well; be her loue to me or false, or true,
+  Once in my soule a cureles wound I feele.
+  I loue, nay burne in fire of her loue:
+  Each day, each night her Image haunts my minde,
+  Her selfe my dreams: and still I tired am,
+  And still I am with burning pincers nipt.
+  Extreame my harme: yet sweeter to my sence
+  Then boiling Torch of iealouse torments fire:
+  This grief, nay rage, in me such sturre doth kepe,
+  And thornes me still, both when I wake and slepe.
+    Take _Caesar_ conquest, take my goods, take he
+  Th'onor to be Lord of the earth alone,
+  My Sonnes, my life bent headlong to mishapps:
+  No force, so not my _Cleopatra_ take.
+  So foolish I, I can not her forget,
+  Though better were I banisht her my thought.
+  Like to the sicke, whose throte the feauers fire
+  Hath vehemently with thirstie drouth enflam'd,
+  Drinkes still, albee the drinke he still desires
+  Be nothing else but fewell to his flame:
+  He can not rule himselfe: his health's respect
+  Yeldeth to his distempred stomackes heate.
+
+  _Lu._ Leaue of this loue, that thus renewes your woe.
+
+  _Ant._ I do my best, but ah! can not do so.
+
+  _Lu._ Thinke how you haue so braue a captaine bene,
+  And now are by this vaine affection falne.
+
+  _Ant._ The ceasles thought of my felicitie
+  Plunges me more in this aduersitie._
+  For nothing so a man in ill torments,
+  As who to him his good state represents.
+  _This makes my rack, my anguish, and my woe
+  Equall vnto the hellish passions growe,
+  When I to minde my happie puisance call
+  Which erst I had by warlike conquest wonne,
+  And that good fortune which me neuer left,
+  Which hard disastre now hath me bereft.
+    With terror tremble all the world I made
+  At my sole worde, as Rushes in the streames
+  At waters will: I conquer'd Italie,
+  I conquer'd _Rome_, that Nations so redoubt.
+  I bare (meane while besieging _Mutina_)
+  Two Consuls armies for my ruine brought,
+  Bath'd in their bloud, by their deaths witnessing
+  My force and skill in matters Martiall.
+    To wreake thy vnkle, vnkinde _Caesar_, I
+  With bloud of enemies the bankes embru'd
+  Of stain'd _Enipeus_, hindering his course
+  Stopped with heapes of piled carcases:
+  When _Cassius_ and _Brutus_ ill betide
+  Marcht against vs, by vs twise put to flight,
+  But by my sole conduct: for all the time
+  _Caesar_ heart-sicke with feare and feauer laie.
+  Who knowes it not? and how by euery one
+  Fame of the fact was giu'n to me alone.
+    There sprang the loue, the neuer changing loue,
+  Wherein my hart hath since to yours bene bound:
+  There was it, my _Lucil_, you _Brutus_ sau'de,
+  And for your _Brutus_ _Antonie_ you found.
+  Better my happ in gaining such a frende,
+  Then in subduing such an enemie.
+  Now former vertue dead doth me forsake,
+  Fortune engulfes me in extreame distresse:
+  She turnes from me her smiling countenance,
+  Casting on me mishapp vpon mishapp,
+  Left and betraide of thousand thousand frends,
+  Once of my sute, but you _Lucil_ are left,
+  Remaining to me stedfast as a tower
+  In holy loue, in spite of fortunes blastes.
+  But if of any God my voice be heard,
+  And be not vainely scatt'red in the heau'ns,
+  Such goodnes shall not glorilesse be loste,
+  But comming ages still therof shall boste.
+
+  _Lu._ Men in their frendship euer should be one,
+  And neuer ought with fickle Fortune shake,
+  Which still remoues, nor will, nor knowes the way,
+  Her rowling bowle in one sure state to staie.
+  Wherfore we ought as borrow'd things receiue
+  The goods light she lends vs to pay againe:
+  Not holde them sure, nor on them builde our hopes
+  As one such goods as cannot faile, and fall:
+  But thinke againe, nothing is dureable,
+  Vertue except, our neuer failing hoste:
+  So bearing saile when fauouring windes do blowe,
+  As frowning Tempests may vs least dismaie
+  When they on vs do fall: not ouer-glad
+  With good estate, nor ouer-grieu'd with bad.
+  Resist mishap.
+
+          _Ant._ Alas! it is too stronge.
+  Mishappes oft times are by some comfort borne:
+  But these, ay me! whose weights oppresse my hart,
+  Too heauie lie, no hope can them relieue.
+  There rests no more, but that with cruell blade
+  For lingring death a hastie waie be made.
+
+  _Lu._ _Caesar_, as heire vnto his Fathers state:
+  So will his Fathers goodnes imitate,
+  To you warde: whome he know's allied in bloud,
+  Allied in mariage, ruling equallie
+  Th' Empire with him, and with him making warre
+  Haue purg'd the earth of _Caesars_ murtherers.
+  You into portions parted haue the world
+  Euen like coheir's their heritages parte:
+  And now with one accord so many yeares
+  In quiet peace both haue your charges rul'd.
+
+  _Ant._ Bloud and alliance nothing do preuaile
+  To coole the thirst of hote ambitious breasts:
+  The sonne his Father hardly can endure,
+  Brother his brother, in one common Realme.
+  So feruent this desier to commaund:
+  Such iealousie it kindleth in our hearts._
+  Sooner will men permit another should
+  Loue her they loue, then weare the Crowne they weare.
+  _All lawes it breakes, turns all things vpside downe:
+  Amitie, kindred, nought so holie is
+  But it defiles. A monarchie to gaine
+  None cares which way, so he maie it obtaine.
+
+  _Lu._ Suppose he Monarch be and that this world
+  No more acknowledg sundrie Emperours.
+  That _Rome_ him onelie feare, and that he ioyne
+  The East with west, and both at once do rule:
+  Why should he not permitt you peaceablie
+  Discharg'd of charge and Empires dignitie,
+  Priuate to liue reading _Philosophie_,
+  In learned _Greece_, _Spaine_, _Asia_, anie lande?
+
+  _Ant._ Neuer will he his Empire thinke assur'de
+  While in this world _Marke Antonie_ shall liue._
+  Sleeples Suspicion, Pale distrust, colde feare
+  Alwaies to princes companie do beare
+  Bred of Reports: reports which night and day
+  Perpetuall guests from Court go not away.
+
+  _Lu._ He hath not slaine your brother _Lucius_,
+  Nor shortned hath the age of _Lepidus_,
+  Albeit both into his hands were falne,
+  And he with wrath against them both enflam'd.
+  Yet one, as Lord in quiet rest doth beare
+  The greatest sway in great _Iberia_.
+  The other with his gentle Prince retaines
+  Of highest Priest the sacred dignitie.
+
+  _Ant._ He feares not them, their feeble force he knowes.
+
+  _Lu._ He feares no vanquisht ouerfill'd with woes.
+
+  _Ant._ Fortune may chaunge againe,
+
+          _L._ A down-cast foe
+  Can hardlie rise, which once is brought so lowe.
+
+  _Ant._ All that I can, is done: for last assay
+  (When all means fail'd) I to entreatie fell,
+  (Ah coward creature!) whence againe repulst
+  Of combate I vnto him proffer made:
+  Though he in prime, and I by feeble age
+  Mightily weakned both in force and skill.
+  Yet could not he his coward heart aduaunce
+  Baselie affraid to trie so praisefull chaunce.
+  This makes me plaine, makes me my selfe accuse,
+  Fortune in this hir spitefull force doth vse
+  'Gainst my gray hayres: in this vnhappie I
+  Repine at heau'ns in my happes pittiles.
+  A man, a woman both in might and minde,
+  In _Marses_ schole who neuer lesson learn'd,
+  Should me repulse, chase, ouerthrow, destroie,
+  Me of such fame, bring to so lowe an ebbe?
+  _Alcides_ bloud, who from my infancie
+  With happie prowesse crowned haue my praise.
+  Witnesse thou _Gaule_ vnus'd to seruile yoke,
+  Thou valiant _Spaine_, you fields of _Thessalie_
+  With millions of mourning cries bewail'd,
+  Twise watred now with bloude of _Italie_.
+
+  _Lu._ witnesse may _Afrique_, and of conquer'd world
+  All fower quarters witnesses may be.
+  For in what part of earth inhabited,
+  Hungrie of praise haue you not ensignes spredd?
+
+  _An._ Thou know'st rich _AEgypt_ (_AEgypt_ of my deeds
+  Faire and foule subiect) _AEgypt_ ah! thou know'st
+  How I behau'd me fighting for thy kinge,
+  When I regainde him his rebellious Realme.
+  Against his foes in battaile shewing force,
+  And after fight in victorie remorse.
+    Yet if to bring my glorie to the ground,
+  Fortune had made me ouerthrowne by one
+  Of greater force, of better skill then I;
+  One of those Captaines feared so of olde,
+  _Camill_, _Marcellus_, worthy _Scipio_,
+  This late great _Caesar_, honor of our state,
+  Or that great _Pompei_ aged growne in armes;
+  That after haruest of a world of men
+  Made in a hundred battailes, fights, assaults,
+  My bodie thorow pearst with push of pike
+  Had vomited my bloud, in bloud my life,
+  In midd'st of millions felowes in my fall:
+  The lesse hir wrong, the lesse should my woe:
+  Nor she should paine, nor I complain me so.
+    No, no, wheras I should haue died in armes,
+  And vanquisht oft new armies should haue arm'd,
+  New battailes giuen, and rather lost with me
+  All this whole world submitted vnto me:
+  A man who neuer saw enlaced pikes
+  With bristled pointes against his stomake bent,
+  Who feares the field, and hides him cowardly
+  Dead at the verie noise the souldiors make.
+    His vertue, fraude, deceit, malicious guile,
+  His armes the arts that false _Vlisses_ vs'de,
+  Knowne at Modena, wher the _Consuls_ both
+  Death-wounded were, and wounded by his men
+  To gett their armie, warre with it to make
+  Against his faith, against his countrie soile.
+  Of _Lepidus_, which to his succours came,
+  To honor whome he was by dutie bounde;
+  The Empire he vsurpt: corrupting first
+  With baites and bribes the most part of his men.
+  Yet me hath ouercome, and made his pray,
+  And state of _Rome_, with me hath ouercome.
+    Strange! one disordred act at _Actium_
+  The earth subdu'de, my glorie hath obscur'd.
+  For since, as one whome heauens wrath attaints,
+  With furie caught, and more then furious
+  Vex'd with my euills, I neuer more had care
+  My armies lost, or lost name to repaire:
+  I did no more resist.
+
+          _Lu._ All warres affaires,
+  But battailes most, daily haue their successe
+  Now good, now ill: and though that fortune haue
+  Great force and power in euery worldlie thing,
+  Rule all, do all, haue all things fast enchaind
+  Vnto the circle of hir turning wheele:
+  Yet seemes it more then any practise else
+  She doth frequent _Ballonas_ bloudie trade:
+  And that hir fauour, wauering as the wind,
+  Hir greatest power therin doth oftnest shewe.
+  Whence growes, we dailie see, who in their youth
+  Gatt honor ther, do loose it in their age,
+  Vanquisht by some lesse warlike then themselues:
+  Whome yet a meaner man shall ouerthrowe.
+  Hir vse is not to lende vs still her hande,
+  But sometimes headlong back a gaine to throwe,
+  When by hir fauor she hath vs extolld
+  Vnto the topp of highest happines.
+
+  _Ant._ well ought I curse within my grieued soule,
+  Lamenting daie and night, this sencelesse loue,
+  Whereby my faire entising foe entrap'd
+  My hedelesse _Reason_, could no more escape.
+    It was not fortunes euer chaunging face,
+    It was not Dest'nies chaungles violence
+    Forg'd my mishap. Alas! who doth not know
+    They make, nor marre, nor any thing can doe.
+    Fortune, which men so feare, adore, detest,
+    Is but a chaunce whose cause vnknow'n doth rest.
+    Although oft times the cause is well perceiu'd,
+    But not th'effect the fame that was conceiu'd.
+  _Pleasure_, nought else, the plague of this our life,
+  Our life which still a thousand plagues pursue,
+  Alone hath me this strange disastre spunne,
+  Falne from a souldior to a Chamberer,
+  Careles of vertue, careles of all praise.
+  Nay, as the fatted swine in filthy mire
+  With glutted heart I wallow'd in delights,
+  All thoughts of honor troden vnder foote.
+  So I me lost: for finding this swete cupp
+  Pleasing my tast, vnwise I drunke my fill,
+  And through the swetenes of that poisons power
+  By stepps I draue my former witts astraie.
+  I made my frends, offended me forsake,
+  I holpe my foes against my selfe to rise.
+  I robd my subiects, and for followers
+  I saw my selfe besett with flatterers.
+  Mine idle armes faire wrought with spiders worke,
+  My scattred men without their ensignes strai'd:
+  _Caesar_ meane while who neuer would haue dar'de
+  To cope with me, me sodainlie despis'de,
+  Tooke hart to fight, and hop'de for victorie
+  On one so gone, who glorie had forgone.
+
+  _Lu._ Enchaunting pleasure; _Venus_ swete delights
+  Weaken our bodies, ouer-cloud our sprights,
+  Trouble our reason, from our harts out chase
+  All holie vertues lodging in their place.
+  Like as the cunning fisher takes the fishe
+  By traitor baite wherby the hooke is hidde:
+  So _Pleasure_ serues to vice in steede of foode
+  To baite our soules theron too licourishe.
+  This poison deadlie is alike to all,
+  But on great kings doth greatest outrage worke,
+  Taking the Roiall scepters from their hands,
+  Thenceforward to be by some straunger borne:
+  While that their people charg'd with heauy loades
+  Their flatt'rers pill, and suck their mary drie,
+  Not ru'lde but left to great men as a pray,
+  While this fonde Prince himselfe in pleasur's drowns:
+  Who heares nought, sees nought, doth nought of a king,
+  Seming himselfe against himselfe conspirde.
+  Then equall Iustice wandreth banished,
+  And in hir seat sitts greedie Tyrannie.
+  Confus'd disorder troubleth all estates,
+  Crimes without feare and outrages are done.
+  Then mutinous _Rebellion_ shewes hir face,
+  Now hid with this, and now with that pretence,
+  Prouoking enimies, which on each side
+  Enter at ease, and make them Lords of all.
+  The hurtfull workes of pleasure here behold.
+
+  _An._ The wolfe is not so hurtfull to the folde,
+  Frost to the grapes, to ripened fruits the raine:
+  As pleasure is to Princes full of paine.
+
+  _Lu._ Ther nedes no proofe, but by th' _Assirian_ kinge,
+  On whome that Monster woefull wrack did bring.
+
+  _An._ Ther nedes no proofe, but by vnhappie I,
+  Who lost my empire, honor, life therby.
+
+  _Lu._ Yet hath this ill so much the greater force,
+  As scarcelie anie do against it stand:
+  No, not the Demy-gods the olde world knew,
+  Who all subdu'de, could _Pleasures_ power subdue.
+    Great _Hercules_, _Hercules_ once that was
+  Wonder of earth and heau'n, matchles in might,
+  Who _Anteus_, _Lycus_, _Geryon_ ouercame,
+  Who drew from hell the triple-headed dogg,
+  Who _Hydra_ kill'd, vanquishd _Achelous_,
+  Who heauens weight on his strong shoulders bare:
+  Did he not vnder _Pleasures_ burthen bow?
+  Did he not Captiue to this passion yelde,
+  When by his Captiue, so he was enflam'de,
+  As now your selfe in _Cleopatra_ burne?
+  Slept in hir lapp, hir bosome kist and kiste,
+  With base vnsemelie seruice bought her loue,
+  Spinning at distaffe, and with sinewy hand
+  Winding on spindles threde, in maides attire?
+  His conqu'ring clubbe at rest on wal did hang:
+  His bow vnstringd he bent not as he vs'de:
+  Vpon his shafts the weauing spiders spunne:
+  And his hard cloake the freating mothes did pierce.
+  The monsters free and fearles all the time
+  Throughout the world the people did torment,
+  And more and more encreasing daie by day
+  Scorn'd his weake heart become a mistresse plaie.
+
+  _An._ In onelie this like _Hercules_ am I,
+  In this I proue me of his lignage right:
+  In this himselfe, his deedes I shew in this,
+  In this, nought else, my ancestor he is.
+    But go we: die I must, and with braue ende
+  Conclusion make of all foregoing harmes:
+  Die, die I must: I must a noble death,
+  A glorious death vnto my succor call:
+  I must deface the shame of time abus'd,
+  I must adorne the wanton loues I vs'de
+  With some couragiouse act: that my last daie
+  By mine owne hand my spotts may wash away.
+    Come deare _Lucill_: alas! why wepe you thus!
+  This mortall lot is common to vs all.
+  We must all die, each doth in homage owe
+  Vnto that God that shar'd the Realmes belowe.
+  Ah sigh no more: alas: appeace your woes,
+  For by your griefe my griefe more eager growes.
+
+
+  Chorus.
+
+  Alas, with what tormenting fire.
+  Vs martireth this blinde desire
+    To staie our life from flieng!
+  How ceasleslie our minds doth rack,
+  How heauie lies vpon our back
+    This dastard feare of dieng!
+  _Death_ rather healthfull succor giues,
+  _Death_ rather all mishappes relieues
+    That life vpon vs throweth:
+  And euer to vs doth vnclose
+  The doore, wherby from curelesse woes
+    Our wearie soule out goeth.
+  What Goddesse else more milde then shee
+  To burie all our paine can be,
+    What remedie more pleasing?
+  Our pained hearts when dolor stings,
+  And nothing rest, or respite brings,
+    What help haue we more easing?
+  _Hope_ which to vs doth comfort giue,
+  And doth or fainting hearts reuiue,
+    Hath not such force in anguish:
+  For promising a vaine reliefe
+  She oft vs failes in midst of griefe,
+    And helples letts vs languish.
+  But Death who call on her at nede
+  Doth neuer with vaine semblant feed,
+    But when them sorow paineth,
+  So riddes their soules of all distresse
+  Whose heauie weight did them oppresse,
+    That not one griefe remaineth.
+  Who feareles and with courage bolde
+  Can _Acherons_ black face beholde,
+    Which muddie water beareth:
+  And crossing ouer, in the way
+  Is not amaz'd at Perruque gray
+    Olde rustie _Charon_ weareth:
+  Who voide of dread can looke vpon
+  The dreadfull shades that rome alone,
+    On bankes where sound no voices:
+  Whom with her fire-brands and her Snakes
+  No whit afraide _Alecto_ makes,
+    Nor triple-barking noyses:
+  Who freely can himselfe dispose
+  Of that last hower which all must close,
+    And leaue this life at pleasure:
+  This noble freedome more esteemes,
+  And in his hart more precious deemes,
+    Then Crowne and kingly treasure.
+  The waues which _Boreas_ blasts turmoile
+  And cause with foaming furie boile,
+    Make not his heart to tremble:
+  Nor brutish broile, when with strong head
+  A rebell people madly ledde
+    Against their Lords assemble:
+  Nor fearfull face of Tirant wood,
+  Who breaths but threats, and drinks but bloud,
+    No, nor the hand which thunder,
+  The hand of _Ioue_ which thunder beares,
+  And ribbs of rocks in sunder teares,
+    Teares mountains sides in sunder:
+  Nor bloudie _Marses_ butchering bands,
+  Whose lightnings desert laie the lands
+    whome dustie cloudes do couer:
+  From of whose armour sun-beames flie,
+  And vnder them make quaking lie
+    The plaines wheron they houer:
+  Nor yet the cruell murth'ring blade
+  Warme in the moistie bowells made
+    of people pell mell dieng
+  In some great Cittie put to sack
+  By sauage Tirant brought to wrack,
+    At his colde mercie lieng.
+  How abiect him, how base think I,
+  Who wanting courage can not dye
+    When need him therto calleth?
+  From whom the dagger drawne to kill
+  The curelesse griefes that vexe him still
+    For feare and faintnes falleth?
+  O _Antonie_ with thy deare mate
+  Both in misfortunes fortunate!
+    Whose thoughts to death aspiring
+  Shall you protect from victors rage,
+  Who on each side doth you encage,
+    To triumph much desiring.
+  That _Caesar_ may you not offend
+  Nought else but Death can you defend,
+    which his weake force derideth,
+  And all in this round earth containd,
+  Powr'les on them whom once enchaind
+    _Auernus_ prison hideth:
+  Where great _Psammetiques_ ghost doth rest,
+  Not with infernall paine possest,
+    But in swete fields detained:
+  And olde _Amasis_ soule likewise,
+  And all our famous _Ptolemies_
+    That whilome on vs raigned.
+
+
+
+
+  _Act. 4._
+
+
+  _Caesar._ _Agrippa._ _Dircetus_ the Messenger.
+
+  _Caesar._
+
+    _You euer-liuing Gods which all things holde
+  Within the power of your celestiall hands,
+  By whom heate, colde, the thunder, and the winde,
+  The properties of enterchaunging mon'ths
+  Their course and being haue, which do set downe
+  Of Empires by your destinied decree
+  The force, age, time, and subiect to no chaunge
+  Chaunge all, reseruing nothing in one state:
+  You haue aduaunst, as high as thundring heau'n
+  The _Romains_ greatnes by _Bellonas_ might:
+  Mastring the world with fearfull violence,
+  Making the world widow of libertie.
+  Yet at this daie this proud exalted _Rome_
+  Despoil'd, captiu'd, at one mans will doth bende:
+  Her Empire mine, her life is in my hand,
+  As Monarch I both world and _Rome_ commaund;
+  Do all, can all; fourth my commaund'ment cast
+  Like thundring fire from one to other Pole
+  Equall to Ioue: bestowing by my worde
+  Happes and mishappes, as Fortunes King and Lord.
+    No Towne there is, but vp my Image settes,
+  But sacrifice to me doth dayly make:
+  Whither where _Phaebus_ ioyne his morning steedes,
+  Or where the night them weary entertaines,
+  Or where the heat the _Garamants_ doth scorche,
+  Or where the colde from _Boreas_ breast is blowne:
+  All _Caesar_ do both awe and honor beare,
+  And crowned Kings his verie name do feare.
+    _Antonie_ knowes it well, for whom not one
+  Of all the Princes all this earth do rule,
+  Armes against me: for all redoubt the power
+  Which heau'nly powers on earth haue made me beare.
+    _Antonie_, he poore man with fire enflam'de
+  A womans beauties kindled in his heart,
+  Rose against me, who longer could not beare
+  My sisters wrong he did so ill entreat:
+  Seing her left while that his leud delights
+  Her husband with his _Cleopatra_ tooke
+  In _Alexandrie_, where both nights and daies
+  Their time they pass'd in nought but loues and plaies.
+    All _Asias_ forces into one he drewe,
+  And forth he sett vpon the azur'd waues
+  A thousand and a thousand Shipps, which fill'd
+  With Souldiors, pikes, with targets, arrowes, darts,
+  Made _Neptune_ quake, and all the watrie troupes
+  Of _Glauques_, and _Tritons_ lodg'd at _Actium_.
+  But mightie Gods, who still the force withstand
+  Of him, who causles doth another wrong,
+  In lesse then moments space redus'd to nought
+  All that proud power by Sea or land he brought.
+
+  _Agr._ Presumptuouse pride of high and hawtie sprite,
+  Voluptuouse care of fonde and foolish loue,
+  Haue iustly wrought his wrack: who thought he helde
+  (By ouerweening) Fortune in his hand.
+  Of vs he made no count, but as to play,
+  So fearles came our forces to assay.
+    So sometimes fell to Sonnes of Mother Earth,
+  Which crawl'd to heau'n warre on the Gods to make,
+  _Olymp_ on _Pelion_, _Ossa_on _Olymp_,
+  _Pindus_ on _Ossa_ loading by degrees:
+  That at hand strokes with mightie clubbes they might
+  On mossie rocks the Gods make tumble downe:
+  When mightie _Ioue_ with burning anger chaf'd,
+  Disbraind with him _Gyges_ and _Briareus_,
+  Blunting his darts vpon their brused bones.
+    For no one thing the Gods can lesse abide
+    In dedes of men, then Arrogance and Pride.
+    And still the proud, which too much takes in hand,
+    Shall fowlest fall, where best he thinks to stand.
+
+  _Caes._ Right as some Pallace, or some stately tower,
+  Which ouer-lookes the neighbour buildings round
+  In scorning wise, and to the Starres vp growes,
+  Which in short time his owne weight ouerthrowes.
+    What monstrous pride, nay what impietie
+  Incen'st him onward to the Gods disgrace?
+  When his two children, _Cleopatras_ bratts,
+  To _Phaebe_ and her brother he compar'd,
+  _Latonas_ race, causing them to be call'd
+  The Sunne and Moone? Is not this folie right?
+  And is not this the Gods to make his foes?
+  And is not this himself to worke his woes?
+
+  _Agr._ In like proud sort he caus'd his head to leese
+  The Iewish king _Antigonus_, to haue
+  His Realme for balme, that _Cleopatra_ lou'd,
+  As though on him he had some treason prou'd.
+
+  _Caes._ _Lydia_ to her, and _Siria_ he gaue,
+  _Cyprus_ of golde, _Arabia_ rich of smelles:
+  And to his children more _Cilicia_,
+  _Parth's_, _Medes_, _Armenia_, _Phaenicia_:
+  The kings of kings proclaiming them to be,
+  By his owne worde, as by a sound decree.
+
+  _Agr._ What? Robbing his owne countrie of her due
+  Triumph'd he not in _Alexandria_,
+  Of _Artabasus_ the _Armenian_ King,
+  Who yelded on his periur'd word to him?
+
+  _Caes._ Nay, neuer _Rome_ more iniuries receiu'd,
+  Since thou, o _Romulus_, by flight of birds
+  with happy hand the _Romain_ walles did'st build,
+  Then _Antonies_ fond loues to it hath done.
+  Nor euer warre more holie, nor more iust,
+  Nor vndertaken with more hard constraint,
+  Then is this warre: which were it not, our state
+  Within small time all dignitie should loose:
+  Though I lament (thou Sunne my witnes art;
+  And thou great _Ioue_) that it so deadly proues:
+  That _Romain_ bloud should in such plentie flowe,
+  Watring the fields and pastures where we goe.
+  What _Carthage_ in olde hatred obstinate,
+  What _Gaule_ still barking at our rising state,
+  What rebell _Samnite_, what fierce _Pyrrhus_ power,
+  What cruell _Mithridate_, what _Parth_ hath wrought
+  Such woe to _Rome_: whose common wealth he had,
+  (Had he bene victor) into _Egipt_ brought.
+
+  _Agr._ Surely the Gods, which haue this Cittie built
+  Stedfast to stand as long as time endures,
+  Which kepe the Capitoll, of vs take care,
+  And care will take of those shall after come,
+  Haue made you victor, that you might redresse
+  Their honor growne by passed mischieues lesse.
+
+  _Caes._ The seelie man when all the Greekish Sea
+  His fleete had hidd, in hope me sure to drowne,
+  Me battaile gaue: where fortune, in my stede,
+  Repulsing him his forces disaraied.
+  Him selfe tooke flight, soone as his loue he saw
+  All wanne through feare with full sailes flie away.
+  His men, though lost, whome none did now direct,
+  With courage fought fast grappled shipp with shipp,
+  Charging, resisting, as their oares would serue,
+  With darts, with swords, with Pikes, with fierie flames.
+  So that the darkned night her starrie vaile
+  Vpon the bloudie sea had ouer-spred,
+  Whilst yet they held: and hardlie, hardlie then
+  They fell to flieng on the wauie plaine.
+  All full of Souldiors ouerwhelm'd with waues:
+  The aire throughout with cries and grones did sound:
+  The Sea did blush with bloud: the neighbor shores
+  Groned, so they with shipwracks pestred were,
+  And floting bodies left for pleasing foode
+  To birds, and beasts, and fishes of the sea.
+  You know it well _Agrippa_.
+
+          _Ag._ Mete it was
+  The _Romain_ Empire so should ruled be,
+  As heau'n is rul'd: which turning ouer vs,
+  All vnder things by his example turnes.
+  Now as of heau'n one onely Lord we know:
+  One onely Lord should rule this earth below.
+    When one self pow're is common made to two,
+    Their duties they nor suffer will, nor doe.
+    In quarell still, in doubt, in hate, in feare;
+    Meane while the people all the smart do beare.
+
+  _Caes._ Then to the ende none, while my daies endure,
+  Seeking to raise himselfe may succours finde,
+  We must with bloud marke this our victorie,
+  For iust example to all memorie.
+  Murther we must, vntill not one we leaue,
+  Which may hereafter vs of rest bereaue.
+
+  _Ag._ Marke it with murthers? who of that can like?
+
+  _Cae._ Murthers must vse, who doth assurance seeke.
+
+  _Ag._ Assurance call you enemies to make?
+
+  _Caes._ I make no such, but such away I take.
+
+  _Ag._ Nothing so much as rigour doth displease.
+
+  _Caes._ Nothing so much doth make me liue at ease.
+
+  _Ag._ What ease to him that feared is of all?
+
+  _Cae._ Feared to be, and see his foes to fall.
+
+  _Ag._ Commonly feare doth brede and nourish hate.
+
+  _Cae._ Hate without pow'r comes comonly too late.
+
+  _Ag._ A feared Prince hath oft his death desir'd.
+
+  _Cae._ A Prince not fear'd hath oft his wrong conspir'de.
+
+  _Ag._ No guard so sure, no forte so strong doth proue,
+  No such defence, as is the peoples loue.
+
+  _Caes._ Nought more vnsure more weak, more like the winde,
+  Then _Peoples_ fauor still to chaunge enclinde.
+
+  _Ag._ Good Gods! what loue to gracious Prince men beare!
+
+  _Caes._ What honor to the Prince that is seuere!
+
+  _Ag._ Nought more diuine then is _Benignitie_.
+
+  _Cae._ Nought likes the _Gods_ as doth _Seueritie_.
+
+  _Ag._ _Gods_ all forgiue.
+
+          _Cae._ On faults they paines do laie.
+
+  _Ag._ And giue their goods.
+
+          _Cae._ Oft times they take away.
+
+  _Ag._ They wreake them not, o _Caesar_, at each time
+  That by our sinnes they are to wrathe prouok'd.
+  Neither must you (beleue, I humblie praie)
+  Your victorie with crueltie defile.
+  The Gods it gaue, it must not be abus'd,
+  But to the good of all men mildlie vs'd,
+  And they be thank'd: that hauing giu'n you grace
+  To raigne alone, and rule this earthlie masse,
+  They may hence-forward hold it still in rest,
+  All scattred power vnited in one brest.
+
+  _Cae._ But what is he, that breathles comes so fast,
+  Approaching vs, and going in such hast?
+
+  _Ag._ He semes affraid: and vnder his arme I
+  (But much I erre) a bloudie sworde espie.
+
+  _Caes._ I long to vnderstand what it may be.
+
+  _Ag._ He hither comes: it's best we stay and see.
+
+  _Dirce._ What good God now my voice will reenforce,
+  That tell I may to rocks, and hilles, and woods,
+  To waues of sea, which dash vpon the shore,
+  To earth, to heau'n, the woefull newes I bring?
+
+  _Ag._ What sodaine chaunce thee towards vs hath brought?
+
+  _Dir._ A lamentable chance. O wrath of heau'ns!
+  O Gods too pittiles!
+
+          _Caes._ What monstrous happ
+  Wilt thou recount?
+
+          _Dir._ Alas too hard mishapp!
+  When I but dreame of what mine eies beheld,
+  My hart doth freeze, my limmes do quiuering quake,
+  I senceles stand, my brest with tempest tost
+  Killes in my throte my wordes, ere fully borne.
+  Dead, dead he is: be sure of what I say,
+  This murthering sword hath made the man away.
+
+  _Caes._ Alas my heart doth cleaue, pittie me rackes,
+  My breast doth pant to heare this dolefull tale.
+  Is _Antonie_ then dead? To death, alas!
+  I am the cause despaire him so compelld.
+  But souldiour of his death the maner showe,
+  And how he did this liuing light forgoe.
+
+  _Dir._ When _Antonie_ no hope remaining saw
+  How warre he might, or how agreement make,
+  Saw him betraid by all his men of warre
+  In euery fight as well by sea, as lande;
+  That not content to yeld them to their foes
+  They also came against himselfe to fight:
+  Alone in Court he gan himself torment,
+  Accuse the Queene, himselfe of hir lament,
+  Call'd hir vntrue and traytresse, as who fought
+  To yeld him vp she could no more defend:
+  That in the harmes which for hir sake he bare,
+  As in his blisfull state, she might not share.
+    But she againe, who much his furie fear'd,
+  Gatt to the Tombes, darke horrors dwelling place:
+  Made lock the doores, and pull the hearses downe.
+  Then fell shee wretched, with hir selfe to fight.
+  A thousand plaints, a thousand sobbes she cast
+  From hir weake brest which to the bones was torne,
+  Of women hir the most vnhappie call'd,
+  Who by hir loue, hir woefull loue, had lost
+  Hir realme, hir life, and more, the loue of him,
+  Who while he was, was all hir woes support.
+  But that she faultles was she did inuoke
+  For witnes heau'n, and aire, and earth, and sea.
+  Then sent him worde, she was no more aliue,
+  But lay inclosed dead within hir Tombe.
+  This he beleeu'd; and fell to sigh and grone,
+  And crost his armes, then thus began to mone.
+
+  _Caes._ Poore hopeles man!
+
+          _Dir._ What dost thou more attend?
+  Ah _Antonie_! why dost thou death deferre?
+  Since _Fortune_ thy professed enimie,
+  Hath made to die, who only made thee liue?
+  Sone as with sighes he had these words vp clos'd,
+  His armor he vnlaste, and cast it of,
+  Then all disarm'd he thus againe did say:
+  My Queene, my heart, the grief that now I feele,
+  Is not that I your eies, my Sunne, do loose,
+  For soone againe one Tombe shal vs conioyne:
+  I grieue, whom men so valorouse did deeme,
+  Should now, then you, of lesser valor seeme.
+    So said, forthwith he _Eros_ to him call'd,
+  _Eros_ his man; summond him on his faith
+  To kill him at his nede. He tooke the sworde,
+  And at that instant stab'd therwith his breast,
+  And ending life fell dead before his fete.
+  O _Eros_ thankes (quoth _Antonie_) for this
+  Most noble acte, who pow'rles me to kill,
+  On thee hast done, what I on mee should doe.
+    Of speaking thus he scarce had made an ende,
+  And taken vp the bloudie sword from ground,
+  But he his bodie piers'd; and of redd bloud
+  A gushing fountaine all the chamber fill'd.
+  He staggred at the blowe, his face grew pale,
+  And on a couche all feeble downe he fell,
+  Swounding with anguish: deadly cold him tooke,
+  As if his soule had then his lodging left.
+  But he reuiu'd, and marking all our eies
+  Bathed in teares, and how our breasts we beatt
+  For pittie, anguish, and for bitter griefe,
+  To see him plong'd in extreame wretchednes:
+  He prai'd vs all to haste his lingr'ing death:
+  But no man willing, each himselfe withdrew.
+  Then fell he new to crie and vexe himselfe,
+  Vntill a man from _Cleopatra_ came,
+  Who said from hir he had commaundement
+  To bring him to hir to the monument.
+    The poore soule at these words euen rapt with Ioy
+  Knowing she liu'd, prai'd vs him to conuey
+  Vnto his Ladie. Then vpon our armes
+  We bare him to the Tombe, but entred not.
+  For she, who feared captiue to be made,
+  And that she should to _Rome_ in triumph goe,
+  Kept close the gate: but from a window high
+  Cast downe a corde, wherin he was impackt.
+  Then by hir womens helpt the corps she rais'd,
+  And by strong armes into hir windowe drew.
+    So pittifull a sight was neuer sene.
+  Little and little _Antonie_ was pull'd,
+  Now breathing death: his beard was all vnkempt,
+  His face and brest all bathed in his bloud.
+  So hideous yet, and dieng as he was,
+  His eies half-clos'd vppon the Queene he cast:
+  Held vp his hands, and holpe himself to raise,
+  But still with weakenes back his bodie fell.
+  The miserable ladie with moist eies,
+  With haire which careles on hir forhead hong,
+  With brest which blowes had bloudilie benumb'd,
+  With stooping head, and bodie down-ward bent,
+  Enlast hir in the corde, and with all force
+  This life-dead man couragiously vprais'de.
+  The bloud with paine into hir face did flowe,
+  Hir sinewes stiff, her selfe did breathles growe.
+    The people which beneath in flocks beheld,
+  Assisted her with gesture, speech, desire:
+  Cri'de and incourag'd her, and in their soules
+  Did sweate, and labor, no white lesse then shee.
+  Who neuer tir'd in labor, held so long
+  Helpt by hir women, and hir constant heart,
+  That _Antonie_ was drawne into the tombe,
+  And ther (I thinke) of dead augments the summe.
+    The Cittie all to teares and sighes is turn'd,
+  To plaints and outcries horrible to heare:
+  Men, women, children, hoary-headed age
+  Do all pell mell in house and strete lament,
+  Scratching their faces, tearing of their haire,
+  Wringing their hands, and martyring their brests.
+  Extreame their dole: and greater misery
+  In sacked townes can hardlie euer be.
+  Not if the fire had scal'de the highest towers:
+  That all things were of force and murther full;
+  That in the streets the bloud in riuers stream'd;
+  That sonne his sire saw in his bosome slaine,
+  The sire his sonne: the husband reft of breath
+  In his wiues armes, who furious runnes to death.
+  Now my brest wounded with their piteouse plaints
+  I left their towne, and tooke with me this sworde,
+  Which I tooke vp at what time _Antonie_
+  Was from his chamber caried to the tombe:
+  And brought it you, to make his death more plaine,
+  And that therby my words may credite gaine.
+
+  _Caes._ Ah Gods what cruell happ! poore _Antonie_,
+  Alas hast thou this sword so long time borne
+  Against thy foe, that in the ende it should
+  Of thee his Lord the cursed murthr'er be?
+  _O Death_ how I bewaile thee! we (alas!)
+  So many warres haue ended, brothers, frends,
+  Companions, coozens, equalls in estate:
+  And must it now to kill thee be my fate?
+
+  _Ag._ Why trouble you your selfe with bootles griefe?
+  For _Antonie_ why spend you teares in vaine?
+  Why darken you with dole your victorie?
+  Me seemes your self your glorie do enuie.
+  Enter the towne, giue thankes vnto the Gods.
+
+  _Caes._ I cannot but his tearefull chaunce lament,
+  Although not I, but his owne pride the cause,
+  And vnchaste loue of this _AEgyptian_.
+
+  _Agr._ But best we sought into the tombe to gett,
+  Lest shee consume in this amazed case
+  So much rich treasure, with which happelie
+  Despaire in death may make hir feed the fire:
+  Suffring the flames hir Iewells to deface,
+  You to defraud, hir funerall to grace.
+  Sende then to hir, and let some meane be vs'd
+  With some deuise so holde hir still aliue,
+  Some faire large promises: and let them marke
+  Whither they may by some fine conning slight
+  Enter the tombes.
+
+          _Caesar._ Let _Proculeius_ goe,
+  And fede with hope hir soule disconsolate.
+  Assure hir so, that we may wholie gett
+  Into our hands hir treasure and hir selfe.
+  For this of all things most I doe desire
+  To kepe hir safe vntill our going hence:
+  That by hir presence beautified may be
+  The glorious triumph _Rome_ prepares for me.
+
+
+  Chorus of Romaine _Souldiors_.
+
+  Shall euer ciuile hate
+    gnaw and deuour our state?
+    Shall neuer we this blade,
+    Our bloud hath bloudie made,
+    Lay downe? these armes downe lay
+    As robes we weare alway?
+    But as from age to age,
+    So passe from rage to rage?
+  Our hands shall we not rest
+    To bath in our owne brest?
+    And shall thick in each land
+    Our wretched trophees stand,
+    To tell posteritie,
+    What madd Impietie
+    Our stonie stomakes ledd
+    Against the place vs bredd?
+  Then still must heauen view
+    The plagues that vs pursue:
+    And euery where descrie
+    Heaps of vs scattred lie,
+    Making the straunger plaines
+    Fatt with our bleeding raines,
+    Proud that on them their graue
+    So manie legions haue.
+  And with our fleshes still
+    _Neptune_ his fishes fill
+    And dronke with bloud from blue
+    The sea take blushing hue:
+    As iuice of _Tyrian_ shell,
+    When clarified well
+    To wolle of finest fields
+    A purple glosse it yelds.
+  But since the rule of _Rome_,
+    To one mans hand is come,
+    Who gouernes without mate
+    Hir now vnited state,
+    Late iointlie rulde by three
+    Enuieng mutuallie,
+    Whose triple yoke much woe
+    On _Latines_ necks did throwe:
+  I hope the cause of iarre,
+    And of this bloudie warre,
+    And deadlie discord gone
+    By what we last haue done:
+    Our banks shall cherish now
+    The branchie pale-hew'd bow
+    Of _Oliue_, _Pallas_ praise,
+    In stede of barraine bayes.
+  And that his temple dore,
+    Which bloudie _Mars_ before
+    Held open, now at last
+    Olde _Ianus_ shall make fast:
+    And rust the sword consume,
+    And spoild of wauing plume,
+    The vseles morion shall
+    On crooke hang by the wall.
+  At least if warre returne
+    It shall not here soiourne,
+    To kill vs with those armes
+    Were forg'd for others harmes:
+    But haue their pointes addrest,
+    Against the _Germaines_ brest,
+    The _Parthians_ fayned flight,
+    The _Biscaines_ martiall might.
+  Olde Memorie doth there
+    Painted on forhead weare
+    Our Fathers praise: thence torne
+    Our triumphes baies haue worne:
+    Therby our matchles _Rome_
+    Whilome of Shepeheards come
+    Rais'd to this greatnes stands,
+    The Queene of forraine lands.
+  Which now euen seemes to face
+    The heau'ns, her glories place:
+    Nought resting vnder Skies
+    That dares affront her eies.
+    So that she needes but feare
+    The weapons _Ioue_ doth beare,
+    Who angrie at one blowe
+    May her quite ouerthrowe.
+
+
+
+
+  Act. 5.
+
+
+  _Cleopatra._ _Euphron._ _Children of Cleopatra._
+  _Charmion._ _Eras._
+
+  _Cleop._
+
+    O cruell Fortune! o accursed lott!
+  O plaguy loue! o most detested brand!
+  O wretched ioyes! o beauties miserable!
+  O deadlie state! o deadly roialtie!
+  O hatefull life! o Queene most lamentable!
+  O _Antonie_ by my fault buriable!
+  O hellish worke of heau'n! alas! the wrath
+  Of all the Gods at once on vs is falne.
+  Vnhappie Queene! o would I in this world
+  The wandring light of day had neuer sene?
+  Alas! of mine the plague and poison I
+  The crowne haue lost my ancestors me left,
+  This Realme I haue to straungers subiect made,
+  And robd my children of their heritage.
+    Yet this is nought (alas!) vnto the price
+  Of you deare husband, whome my snares entrap'd:
+  Of you, whom I haue plagu'd, whom I haue made
+  With bloudie hand a guest of mouldie Tombe:
+  Of you, whome I destroid, of you, deare Lord,
+  Whome I of Empire, honor, life haue spoil'd.
+    O hurtfull woman! and can I yet liue,
+  Yet longer liue in this Ghost-haunted tombe?
+  Can I yet breathe! can yet in such annoy,
+  Yet can my Soule within this bodie dwell?
+  O Sisters you that spinne the thredes of death!
+  O _Styx_! o _Phlegethon_! you brookes of hell!
+  O Impes of _Night_!
+
+          _Euph._ Liue for your childrens sake:
+  Let not your death of kingdome them depriue.
+  Alas what shall they do? who will haue care?
+  Who will preserue this royall race of yours?
+  Who pittie take? euen now me seemes I see
+  These little soules to seruile bondage falne,
+  And borne in triumph.
+
+          _Cl._ Ah most miserable!
+
+  _Euph._ Their tender armes with cursed corde fast bound
+  At their weake backs.
+
+          _Cl._ Ah Gods what pittie more!
+
+  _Eph._ Their seelie necks to ground with weaknesse bend.
+
+  _Cl._ Neuer on vs, good Gods, such mischiefe sende.
+
+  _Euph._ And pointed at with fingers as they go.
+
+  _Cl._ Rather a thousand deaths.
+
+          _Euph._ Lastly his knife
+  Some cruell caytiue in their bloud embrue.
+
+  _Cl._ Ah my heart breaks. By shadie bankes of hell,
+  By fieldes wheron the lonely Ghosts do treade,
+  By my soule, and the soule of _Antonie_
+  I you beseche, _Euphron_, of them haue care.
+  Be their good Father, let your wisedome lett
+  That they fall not into this Tyrants handes.
+  Rather conduct them where their freezed locks
+  Black _AEthiopes_ to neighbour Sunne do shewe;
+  On wauie _Ocean_ at the waters will;
+  On barraine cliffes of snowie _Caucasus_;
+  To Tigers swift, to Lions, and to Beares;
+  And rather, rather vnto euery coaste,
+  To eu'rie land and sea: for nought I feare
+  As rage of him, whose thirst no bloud can quench.
+    Adieu deare children, children deare adieu:
+  Good _Isis_ you to place of safetie guide,
+  Farre from our foes, where you your liues may leade
+  In free estate deuoid of seruile dread.
+    Remember not, my children, you were borne
+  Of such a Princelie race: remember not
+  So manie braue Kings which haue _Egipt_ rul'de
+  In right descent your ancestors haue bene:
+  That this great _Antonie_ your Father was,
+  _Hercules_ bloud, and more then he in praise.
+  For your high courage such remembrance will,
+  Seing your fall with burning rages fill.
+    Who knowes if that your hands false _Destinie_
+  The Scepters promis'd of imperiouse _Rome_,
+  In stede of them shall crooked shepehookes beare,
+  Needles or forkes, or guide the carte, or plough?
+  Ah learne t' endure: your birth and high estate
+  Forget, my babes, and bend to force of fate.
+    Farwell, my babes, farwell, my hart is clos'de
+  With pitie and paine, my self with death enclos'de,
+  My breath doth faile. Farwell for euermore,
+  Your Sire and me you shall see neuer more.
+  Farwell swete care, farwell.
+
+          _Chil._ Madame Adieu.
+
+  _Cl._ Ah this voice killes me. Ah good Gods! I swounde.
+  I can no more, I die.
+
+          _Eras._ Madame, alas!
+  And will you yeld to woe? Ah speake to vs.
+
+  _Eup._ Come children.
+
+          _Chil._ We come.
+
+          _Eup._ Follow we our chaunce.
+  The Gods shall guide vs.
+
+          _Char._ O too cruell lott!
+  O too hard chaunce! Sister what shall we do,
+  What shall we do, alas! if murthring darte
+  Of death arriue while that in slumbring swound
+  Half dead she lie with anguish ouergone?
+
+  _Er._ Her face is frozen.
+
+          _Ch._ Madame for Gods loue
+  Leaue vs not thus: bidd vs yet first farwell.
+  Alas! wepe ouer _Antonie_: Let not
+  His bodie be without due rites entomb'de.
+
+  _Cl._ Ah, ah.
+
+          _Char._ Madame.
+
+          _Cle._ Ay me!
+
+          _Cl._ How fainte she is?
+
+  _Cl._ My Sisters, holde me vp. How wretched I,
+  How cursed am! and was ther euer one
+  By Fortunes hate into more dolours throwne?
+    Ah, weeping _Niobe_, although thy hart
+  Beholdes itselfe enwrap'd in causefull woe
+  For thy dead children, that a senceless rocke
+  With griefe become, on _Sipylus_ thou stand'st
+  In endles teares: yet didst thou neuer feele
+  The weights of griefe that on my heart do lie.
+  Thy Children thou, mine I poore soule haue lost,
+  And lost their Father, more then them I waile,
+  Lost this faire realme; yet me the heauens wrathe
+  Into a Stone not yet transformed hath.
+    _Phaetons_ sisters, daughters of the Sunne,
+  Which waile your brother falne into the streames
+  Of stately _Po_: the Gods vpon the bankes
+  Your bodies to banke-louing Alders turn'd.
+  For me, I sigh, I ceasles wepe, and waile,
+  And heauen pittiles laughes at my woe,
+  Reuiues, renewes it still: and in the ende
+  (Oh crueltie!) doth death for comfort lende.
+    Die _Cleopatra_ then, no longer stay
+  From _Antonie_, who thee at _Styx_ attends:
+  Goe ioine thy Ghost with his, and sobbe no more
+  Without his loue within these tombes enclos'd.
+
+  _Eras._ Alas! yet let vs wepe, lest sodaine death
+  From him our teares, and those last duties take
+  Vnto his tombe we owe. _Ch._ Ah let vs wepe
+  While moisture lasts, then die before his feete.
+
+  _Cl._ who furnish will mine eies with streaming teares
+  My boiling anguish worthilie to waile,
+  Waile thee _Antonie_, _Antonie_ my heart?
+  Alas, how much I weeping liquor want!
+  Yet haue mine eies quite drawne their Conduits drie
+  By long beweeping my disastred harmes.
+  Now reason is that from my side they sucke
+  First vitall moisture, then the vitall bloud.
+  Then let the bloud from my sad eies out flowe,
+  And smoking yet with thine in mixture growe.
+  Moist it, and heate it newe, and neuer stopp,
+  All watring thee, while yet remaines one dropp.
+
+  _Cha._ _Antonie_ take our teares: this is the last
+  Of all the duties we to thee can yelde,
+  Before we die.
+
+          _Er._ These sacred obsequies
+  Take _Antony_, and take them in good parte.
+
+  _Cl._ O Goddesse thou whom _Cyprus_ doth adore,
+  _Venus_ of _Paphos_, bent to worke vs harme
+  For olde _Iulus_ broode, if thou take care
+  Of _Caesar_, why of vs tak'st thou no care?
+  _Antonie_ did descend, as well as he,
+  From thine own Sonne by long enchained line:
+  And might haue rul'd by one and self same fate,
+  True _Troian_ bloud, the statelie _Romain_ state.
+  _Antonie_, poore _Antonie_, my deare soule,
+  Now but a blocke, the bootie of a tombe,
+  Thy life, thy heate is lost, thy coullor gone,
+  And hideous palenes on thy face hath seaz'd.
+  Thy eies, two Sunnes, the lodging place of loue,
+  Which yet for tents to warlike _Mars_ did serue,
+  Lock'd vp in lidds (as faire daies cherefull light
+  Which darknesse flies) do winking hide in night.
+    _Antonie_ by our true loues I thee beseche,
+  And by our hearts swete sparks haue sett on fire,
+  Our holy mariage, and the tender ruthe
+  Of our deare babes, knot of our amitie:
+  My dolefull voice thy eare let entertaine,
+  And take me with thee to the hellish plaine,
+  Thy wife, thy frend: heare _Antonie_, o heare
+  My sobbing sighes, if here thou be, or there.
+    Liued thus long, the winged race of yeares
+  Ended I haue as _Destinie_ decreed,
+  Flourish'd and raign'd, and taken iust reuenge
+  Of him who me both hated and despisde.
+  Happie, alas too happie! if of _Rome_
+  Only the fleete had hither neuer come.
+  And now of me an Image great shall goe
+  Vnder the earth to bury there my woe.
+  What say I? where am I? o _Cleopatra_,
+  Poore _Cleopatra_, griefe thy reason reaues.
+  No, no, most happie in this happles case,
+  To die with thee, and dieng thee embrace:
+  My bodie ioynde with thine, my mouth with thine,
+  My mouth, whose moisture burning sighes haue dried:
+  To be in one selfe tombe, and one selfe chest,
+  And wrapt with thee in one selfe sheete to rest.
+    The sharpest torment in my heart I feele
+  Is that I staie from thee, my heart, this while.
+  Die will I straight now, now streight will I die,
+  And streight with thee a wandring shade will be,
+  Vnder the _Cypres_ trees thou haunt'st alone,
+  Where brookes of hell do falling seeme to mone.
+  But yet I stay, and yet thee ouerliue,
+  That ere I die due rites I may thee giue.
+    A thousand sobbes I from my brest will teare,
+  With thousand plaints thy funeralles adorne:
+  My haire shall serue for thy oblations,
+  My boiling teares for thy effusions,
+  Mine eies thy fire: for out of them the flame
+  (Which burnt thy heart on me enamour'd) came.
+    Wepe my companions, wepe, and from your eies
+  Raine downe on him of teares a brinish streame.
+  Mine can no more, consumed by the coales
+  Which from my breast, as from a furnace, rise.
+  Martir your breasts with multiplied blowes,
+  With violent hands teare of your hanging haire,
+  Outrage your face: alas! why should we seeke
+  (Since now we die) our beawties more to kepe?
+    I spent in teares, not able more to spende,
+  But kisse him now, what rests me more to doe?
+  Then lett me kisse you, you faire eies, my light,
+  Front seate of honor, face most fierce, most faire!
+  O neck, o armes, o hands, o breast where death
+  (Oh mischief) comes to choake vp vitall breath.
+  A thousand kisses, thousand thousand more
+  Let you my mouth for honors farewell giue:
+  That in this office weake my limmes may growe,
+  Fainting on you, and fourth my soule may flowe.
+
+
+
+
+At Ramsburie. 26. of Nouember.
+
+1590.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+           *       *       *       *
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+ERRATA
+
+_Discourse_
+
+C2v
+so gredelie it seekes to murther them.
+  _formatting ambiguous: short line, but following word not indented_
+C3
+not withdrawen
+  _no space in printed text_
+C3v
+We folow solitarines, to flie carefulnes.
+  _text reads "carefulues"_
+C4
+applied to mans naturall disposition
+  _text reads "to / to" at line break_
+D
+and this feeles the euill present
+  _text unchanged: error for "thus"?_
+this great and incurable disease of olde age
+  _text reads "iucurable"_
+Dv
+what good I pray can hee haue but onlie
+  _text reads "bnt"_
+D2v
+of the paines we felt at our birth?
+  _question mark printed upside-down)
+
+_Antonius_
+
+Spelling and capitalization are unchanged. Forms such as "Phaebus" and
+"Phaenician" (for "Phoebus" and "Phoenician") are used consistently;
+since names are in Roman type, there is no chance of error or ambiguity.
+
+F2v
+Yelded _Pelusium_ on this Countries shore
+  _text reads "_Pelusuim_"_
+F3v
+To see at once so many Romanes there
+  _text reads "Komanes"_
+F4
+Betraies thy loue, thy life alas! betraies
+  _text reads "alas!)"_
+Gv
+(As curse may blessing haue)
+  _text reads ") As"_
+G2v
+Fi'ring a brand
+  _text unchanged_
+H
+No humain force can them withstand, but death.
+  _text reads "bnt"_
+Hv
+_Er._ Feare of a woman troubled so his sprite?
+  _comma for period_
+H2
+If we therin sometimes some faultes commit
+  _no space in printed text_
+Before they be in this our worlde borne:
+  _text reads "wordle"_
+H3
+That giue them vp to aduersaries handes
+  _text reads "adnersaries"_
+H3v
+His legions led to drinke _Euphrates_ streames
+  _text reads "legious"_
+_Ch._ Our first affection to our selfe is due.
+  _second "e" in "selfe" invisible_
+H4
+Yet if his harme by yours redresse might haue,
+  _punctuation unchanged_
+H4v
+And high st ate:
+  _text unchanged: error for "high estate"?_
+I2
+The Allablaster couering of hir face
+  _common variant spelling_
+Yet this is nothing th'e'nchaunting skilles
+  _text unchanged_
+I4v
+Which of my greatnes greatest good receiu'd
+  _text reads "Wbich"_
+_Lu._ So long time you her constant loue haue tri'de.
+  _text reads "Li."_
+K3
+Fortune may chaunge againe,
+  _punctuation unchanged_
+K4v
+She doth frequent _Ballonas_ bloudie trade:
+  _text unchanged: normal spelling "Bellona" occurs later_
+Mv
+_Agr._ What? Robbing his owne countrie of her due
+  _flyspeck or ambiguous punctuation at end of line_
+M3
+_Ag._ What sodaine chaunce thee towards vs hath brought?
+  _text reads "towar ds"_
+M3v
+Accuse the Queene, himselfe of hir lament
+  _text reads "Qneene"_
+M4 [consecutive lines]
+_Dir._ What dost thou more attend?
+  _punctuation at end of line unclear_
+Ah _Antonie_! why dost thou death deferre?
+  _question mark unclear_
+Nv
+_Agr._ But best we sought into the tombe to gett
+  _comma for period_
+N2
+The glorious triumph _Rome_ prepares for me._
+  _invisible period_
+Shall ever civile hate
+  _text reads "bate"_
+N3
+The _Parthians_ fayned flight,
+  _text reads "fligbt"_
+Therby our matchles _Rome_
+  _letter "m" in "Rome" italicized_
+O2v
+That in this office weake my limmes may growe,
+  _initial "T" in "that" not italicized_
+
+
+
+
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+
+
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+Mornay; and  Antonius by Garnier, by Philippe de  Mornay and Robert Garnier
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