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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: UTF-8 + +*** 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 + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class = "mynote"> + +<p> +This text uses utf-8 (unicode) file encoding. If the apostrophes and +quotation marks in this paragraph appear as garbage, you may have an +incompatible browser or unavailable fonts. Make sure that the browser’s +“character set” or “file encoding” is set to Unicode (UTF-8). You may +also need to change your browser’s default font. The long-s character ſ +is used only on title pages.</p> + +<p>A few typographical errors have been corrected. They have been +marked in the text with <ins class = "correction" title = +"like this">mouse-hover popups</ins>. +</p> + +<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 +numbers that were not marked are shown in brackets as [A3v], [A4], +[A4v].... +</p> + +</div> + +<span class = "pagenum silent">[A]</span> +<!-- png 001 --> +<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> </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> + +<p class = "illustration"> +<img src = "images/publogo.gif" width = "160" height = "158" +alt = "publisher’s device"> +</p> + +<h6>AT LONDON,</h6> + +<h4>Printed for <i>William Ponsonby</i>.</h4> + +<h6>1592.</h6> + +<p> <br> </p> + +<span class = "pagenum silent">[Av]</span> +<!-- png 002 --> +<p class = "illustration"> +<img src = "images/shield.gif" width = "54" height = "80" +alt = "shield"> +</p> + +<div class = "contents"> +<p><a href = "#discourse">Discourse</a></p> +<p><a href = "#antonius">Antonius</a></p> +</div> + +<div class = "discourse"> + +<span class = "pagenum">A2</span> +<!-- png 003 --> +<p class = "illustration"> +<a name = "discourse" id = "discourse"> +<img src = "images/decA2.png" width = "296" height = "81" +alt = "decoration"> +</a> +</p> + +<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 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 +<span class = "pagenum silent">[A2v]</span> +<!-- png 004 --> +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 +<span class = "pagenum">A3</span> +<!-- png 005 --> +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 +<span class = "pagenum silent">[A3v]</span> +<!-- png 006 --> +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 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> +<!-- png 007 --> +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 +<span class = "pagenum silent">[A4v]</span> +<!-- png 008 --> +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> +<!-- png 009 --> +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 +<span class = "pagenum silent">[Bv]</span> +<!-- png 010 --> +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.</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 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 +<span class = "pagenum silent">[B2v]</span> +<!-- png 012 --> +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 <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> +<!-- png 013 --> +meane time they are puffed 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 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 +<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 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 +<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 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> +<!-- png 016 --> +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 <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 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 vs, that he +holdes the Empire as a +<span class = "pagenum">C</span> +<!-- png 017 --> +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 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 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> +<!-- png 018 --> +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 +<span class = "pagenum">C2</span> +<!-- png 019 --> +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.</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 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 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 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 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 <ins class = "correction" title = "no space in printed text">not withdrawen</ins> 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 +<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 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 +<i>Egipt</i>. 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 <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, & 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 +<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 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 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 <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 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 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 <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 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 +<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 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 <i>Hecate</i>. 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 +<span class = "pagenum silent">[D2v]</span> +<!-- png 028 --> +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<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 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. +<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 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 <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 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 +<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 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 +<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 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 +<span class = "pagenum">E</span> +<!-- png 033 --> +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 <i>Danaus</i> 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 +<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 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 +<span class = "pagenum">E2</span> +<!-- png 035 --> +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.</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 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 +<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 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.</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 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 +<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> + Liue to die.</i></p> + +<p> </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 4 and +Act 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> <br> </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>. <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. <em>Cl.</em> Nay for their +father die.</p> +<p><em>Cha.</em> Hardhearted mother! <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. <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">, </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 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>? <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. <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. <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. <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">, </ins> <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. <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"> </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>. <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. <em>Cæ.</em> On faults +they paines do laie.</p> +<p><em>Ag.</em> And giue their goods. <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! <em>Cæs.</em> What monstrous happ</p> +<p>Wilt thou recount? <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! <em>Dir.</em> What dost thou +more attend<ins class = "correction" title = "punctuation unclear">? </ins></p> +<p>Ah <em>Antonie</em>! why dost thou death deferre<ins class = +"correction" title = "question mark unclear">? </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. <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. </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>! <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. <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. <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. <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. <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. <em>Eras.</em> Madame, alas!</p> +<p>And will you yeld to woe? Ah speake to vs.</p> +<p><em>Eup.</em> Come children. <em>Chil.</em> We come. +<em>Eup.</em> Follow we our chaunce.</p> +<p>The Gods shall guide vs. <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. <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. <em>Char.</em> Madame. +<em>Cle.</em> Ay me! <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. <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> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of A Discourse of Life and Death, by +Mornay; and Antonius by Garnier, by Philippe de Mornay and Robert Garnier + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A DISCOURSE OF LIFE *** + +***** This file should be named 21789-h.htm or 21789-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/1/7/8/21789/ + +Produced by Louise Hope, David Starner and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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