Part 9

Chil. Madame Adieu.

Cl. Ah this voice killes me. Ah good Gods! I swounde. I can no more, I die.

Eras. Madame, alas! And will you yeld to woe? Ah speake to vs.

Eup. Come children.

Chil. We come.

Eup. Follow we our chaunce. The Gods shall guide vs.

Char. O too cruell lott! O too hard chaunce! Sister what shall we do, What shall we do, alas! if murthring darte Of death arriue while that in slumbring swound Half dead she lie with anguish ouergone?

Er. Her face is frozen.

Ch. Madame for Gods loue Leaue vs not thus: bidd vs yet first farwell. Alas! wepe ouer Antonie: Let not His bodie be without due rites entomb'de.

Cl. Ah, ah.

Char. Madame.

Cle. Ay me!

Cl. How fainte she is?

Cl. My Sisters, holde me vp. How wretched I, How cursed am! and was ther euer one By Fortunes hate into more dolours throwne? Ah, weeping Niobe, although thy hart Beholdes itselfe enwrap'd in causefull woe For thy dead children, that a senceless rocke With griefe become, on Sipylus thou stand'st In endles teares: yet didst thou neuer feele The weights of griefe that on my heart do lie. Thy Children thou, mine I poore soule haue lost, And lost their Father, more then them I waile, Lost this faire realme; yet me the heauens wrathe Into a Stone not yet transformed hath. Phaetons sisters, daughters of the Sunne, Which waile your brother falne into the streames Of stately Po: the Gods vpon the bankes Your bodies to banke-louing Alders turn'd. For me, I sigh, I ceasles wepe, and waile, And heauen pittiles laughes at my woe, Reuiues, renewes it still: and in the ende (Oh crueltie!) doth death for comfort lende. Die Cleopatra then, no longer stay From Antonie, who thee at Styx attends: Goe ioine thy Ghost with his, and sobbe no more Without his loue within these tombes enclos'd.

Eras. Alas! yet let vs wepe, lest sodaine death From him our teares, and those last duties take Vnto his tombe we owe. Ch. Ah let vs wepe While moisture lasts, then die before his feete.

Cl. who furnish will mine eies with streaming teares My boiling anguish worthilie to waile, Waile thee Antonie, Antonie my heart? Alas, how much I weeping liquor want! Yet haue mine eies quite drawne their Conduits drie By long beweeping my disastred harmes. Now reason is that from my side they sucke First vitall moisture, then the vitall bloud. Then let the bloud from my sad eies out flowe, And smoking yet with thine in mixture growe. Moist it, and heate it newe, and neuer stopp, All watring thee, while yet remaines one dropp.

Cha. Antonie take our teares: this is the last Of all the duties we to thee can yelde, Before we die.

Er. These sacred obsequies Take Antony, and take them in good parte.

Cl. O Goddesse thou whom Cyprus doth adore, Venus of Paphos, bent to worke vs harme For olde Iulus broode, if thou take care Of Caesar, why of vs tak'st thou no care? Antonie did descend, as well as he, From thine own Sonne by long enchained line: And might haue rul'd by one and self same fate, True Troian bloud, the statelie Romain state. Antonie, poore Antonie, my deare soule, Now but a blocke, the bootie of a tombe, Thy life, thy heate is lost, thy coullor gone, And hideous palenes on thy face hath seaz'd. Thy eies, two Sunnes, the lodging place of loue, Which yet for tents to warlike Mars did serue, Lock'd vp in lidds (as faire daies cherefull light Which darknesse flies) do winking hide in night. Antonie by our true loues I thee beseche, And by our hearts swete sparks haue sett on fire, Our holy mariage, and the tender ruthe Of our deare babes, knot of our amitie: My dolefull voice thy eare let entertaine, And take me with thee to the hellish plaine, Thy wife, thy frend: heare Antonie, o heare My sobbing sighes, if here thou be, or there. Liued thus long, the winged race of yeares Ended I haue as Destinie decreed, Flourish'd and raign'd, and taken iust reuenge Of him who me both hated and despisde. Happie, alas too happie! if of Rome Only the fleete had hither neuer come. And now of me an Image great shall goe Vnder the earth to bury there my woe. What say I? where am I? o Cleopatra, Poore Cleopatra, griefe thy reason reaues. No, no, most happie in this happles case, To die with thee, and dieng thee embrace: My bodie ioynde with thine, my mouth with thine, My mouth, whose moisture burning sighes haue dried: To be in one selfe tombe, and one selfe chest, And wrapt with thee in one selfe sheete to rest. The sharpest torment in my heart I feele Is that I staie from thee, my heart, this while. Die will I straight now, now streight will I die, And streight with thee a wandring shade will be, Vnder the Cypres trees thou haunt'st alone, Where brookes of hell do falling seeme to mone. But yet I stay, and yet thee ouerliue, That ere I die due rites I may thee giue. A thousand sobbes I from my brest will teare, With thousand plaints thy funeralles adorne: My haire shall serue for thy oblations, My boiling teares for thy effusions, Mine eies thy fire: for out of them the flame (Which burnt thy heart on me enamour'd) came. Wepe my companions, wepe, and from your eies Raine downe on him of teares a brinish streame. Mine can no more, consumed by the coales Which from my breast, as from a furnace, rise. Martir your breasts with multiplied blowes, With violent hands teare of your hanging haire, Outrage your face: alas! why should we seeke (Since now we die) our beawties more to kepe? I spent in teares, not able more to spende, But kisse him now, what rests me more to doe? Then lett me kisse you, you faire eies, my light, Front seate of honor, face most fierce, most faire! O neck, o armes, o hands, o breast where death (Oh mischief) comes to choake vp vitall breath. A thousand kisses, thousand thousand more Let you my mouth for honors farewell giue: That in this office weake my limmes may growe, Fainting on you, and fourth my soule may flowe.

At Ramsburie. 26. of Nouember.

1590.

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ERRATA

Discourse

C2v so gredelie it seekes to murther them. formatting ambiguous: short line, but following word not indented C3 not withdrawen no space in printed text C3v We folow solitarines, to flie carefulnes. text reads "carefulues" C4 applied to mans naturall disposition text reads "to / to" at line break D and this feeles the euill present text unchanged: error for "thus"? this great and incurable disease of olde age text reads "iucurable" Dv what good I pray can hee haue but onlie text reads "bnt" D2v of the paines we felt at our birth? _question mark printed upside-down)

Antonius

Spelling and capitalization are unchanged. Forms such as "Phaebus" and "Phaenician" (for "Phoebus" and "Phoenician") are used consistently; since names are in Roman type, there is no chance of error or ambiguity.

F2v Yelded Pelusium on this Countries shore text reads "Pelusuim" F3v To see at once so many Romanes there text reads "Komanes" F4 Betraies thy loue, thy life alas! betraies text reads "alas!)" Gv (As curse may blessing haue) text reads ") As" G2v Fi'ring a brand text unchanged H No humain force can them withstand, but death. text reads "bnt" Hv Er. Feare of a woman troubled so his sprite? comma for period H2 If we therin sometimes some faultes commit no space in printed text Before they be in this our worlde borne: text reads "wordle" H3 That giue them vp to aduersaries handes text reads "adnersaries" H3v His legions led to drinke Euphrates streames text reads "legious" Ch. Our first affection to our selfe is due. second "e" in "selfe" invisible H4 Yet if his harme by yours redresse might haue, punctuation unchanged H4v And high st ate: text unchanged: error for "high estate"? I2 The Allablaster couering of hir face common variant spelling Yet this is nothing th'e'nchaunting skilles text unchanged I4v Which of my greatnes greatest good receiu'd text reads "Wbich" Lu. So long time you her constant loue haue tri'de. text reads "Li." K3 Fortune may chaunge againe, punctuation unchanged K4v She doth frequent Ballonas bloudie trade: text unchanged: normal spelling "Bellona" occurs later Mv Agr. What? Robbing his owne countrie of her due flyspeck or ambiguous punctuation at end of line M3 Ag. What sodaine chaunce thee towards vs hath brought? text reads "towar ds" M3v Accuse the Queene, himselfe of hir lament text reads "Qneene" M4 [consecutive lines] Dir. What dost thou more attend? punctuation at end of line unclear Ah Antonie! why dost thou death deferre? question mark unclear Nv Agr. But best we sought into the tombe to gett comma for period N2 The glorious triumph Rome prepares for me. invisible period Shall ever civile hate text reads "bate" N3 The Parthians fayned flight, text reads "fligbt" Therby our matchles Rome letter "m" in "Rome" italicized O2v That in this office weake my limmes may growe, initial "T" in "that" not italicized_