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.Be bounteous at our Meale.Giue me thy hand,Thou hast bin rightly honest, so hast thou,Thou, and thou, and thou: you haue seru'd me well,And Kings haue beene your fellowesCleo.What meanes this?Eno.'Tis one of those odde tricks which sorow shootsOut of the mindeAnt.And thou art honest too:I wish I could be made so many men,And all of you clapt vp together, inAn Anthony: that I might do you seruice,So good as you haue doneOmnes.The Gods forbidAnt.Well, my good Fellowes, wait on me to night:Scant not my Cups, and make as much of me,As when mine Empire was your Fellow too,And suffer'd my commandCleo.What does he meane?Eno.To make his Followers weepeAnt.Tend me to night;May be, it is the period of your duty,Haply you shall not see me more, or if,A mangled shadow.Perchance to morrow,You'l serue another Master.I looke on you,As one that takes his leaue.Mine honest Friends,I turne you not away, but like a MasterMarried to your good seruice, stay till death:Tend me to night two houres, I aske no more,And the Gods yeeld you for'tEno.What meane you (Sir)To giue them this discomfort? Looke they weepe,And I an Asse, am Onyon-ey'd; for shame,Transforme vs not to womenAnt.Ho, ho, ho:Now the Witch take me, if I meant it thus.Grace grow where those drops fall (my hearty Friends)You take me in too dolorous a sense,For I spake to you for your comfort, did desire youTo burne this night with Torches: Know (my hearts)I hope well of to morrow, and will leade you,Where rather Ile expect victorious life,Then death, and Honor.Let's to Supper, come,And drowne consideration.Exeunt.Enter a Company of Soldiours.1.Sol.Brother, goodnight: to morrow is the day2.Sol.It will determine one way: Fare you well.Heard you of nothing strange about the streets1 Nothing: what newes?2 Belike 'tis but a Rumour, good night to you1 Well sir, good night.They meete other Soldiers.2 Souldiers, haue carefull Watch1 And you: Goodnight, goodnight.They place themselues in euery corner of the Stage.2 Heere we: and if to morrowOur Nauie thriue, I haue an absolute hopeOur Landmen will stand vp1 'Tis a braue Army, and full of purpose.Musicke of the Hoboyes is vnder the Stage.2 Peace, what noise?1 List, list2 Hearke1 Musicke i'th' Ayre3 Vnder the earth4 It signes well, do's it not?3 No1 Peace I say: What should this meane?2 'Tis the God Hercules, whom Anthony loued,Now leaues him1 Walke, let's see if other WatchmenDo heare what we do?2 How now Maisters?Speak together.Omnes.How now? how now? do you heare this?1 I, is't not strange?3 Do you heare Masters? Do you heare?1 Follow the noyse so farre as we haue quarter.Let's see how it will giue offOmnes.Content: 'Tis strange.Exeunt.Enter Anthony and Cleopatra, with others.Ant.Eros, mine Armour ErosCleo.Sleepe a littleAnt.No my Chucke.Eros, come mine Armor Eros.Enter Eros.Come good Fellow, put thine Iron on,If Fortune be not ours to day, it isBecause we braue her.ComeCleo.Nay, Ile helpe too, Anthony.What's this for? Ah let be, let be, thou artThe Armourer of my heart: False, false: This, this,Sooth-law Ile helpe: Thus it must beeAnt.Well, well, we shall thriue now.Seest thou my good Fellow.Go, put on thy defencesEros.Briefely SirCleo.Is not this buckled well?Ant.Rarely, rarely:He that vnbuckles this, till we do pleaseTo daft for our Repose, shall heare a storme.Thou fumblest Eros, and my Queenes a SquireMore tight at this, then thou: Dispatch.O Loue,That thou couldst see my Warres to day, and knew'stThe Royall Occupation, thou should'st seeA Workeman in't.Enter an Armed Soldier.Good morrow to thee, welcome,Thou look'st like him that knowes a warlike Charge:To businesse that we loue, we rise betime,And go too't with delightSoul.A thousand Sir, early though't be, haue on theirRiueted trim, and at the Port expect you.Showt.Trumpets Flourish.Enter Captaines, and Souldiers.Alex.The Morne is faire: Good morrow GenerallAll.Good morrow GenerallAnt.'Tis well blowne Lads.This Morning, like the spirit of a youthThat meanes to be of note, begins betimes.So, so: Come giue me that, this way, well-sed.Fare thee well Dame, what ere becomes of me,This is a Soldiers kisse: rebukeable,And worthy shamefull checke it were, to standOn more Mechanicke Complement, Ile leaue thee.Now like a man of Steele, you that will fight,Follow me close, Ile bring you too't: Adieu.Exeunt.Char.Please you retyre to your Chamber?Cleo.Lead me:He goes forth gallantly: That he and Caesar mightDetermine this great Warre in single fight;Then Anthony; but now.Well on.Exeunt.Trumpets sound.Enter Anthony, and Eros.Eros.The Gods make this a happy day to AnthonyAnt.Would thou, & those thy scars had once preuaildTo make me fight at LandEros [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Be bounteous at our Meale.Giue me thy hand,Thou hast bin rightly honest, so hast thou,Thou, and thou, and thou: you haue seru'd me well,And Kings haue beene your fellowesCleo.What meanes this?Eno.'Tis one of those odde tricks which sorow shootsOut of the mindeAnt.And thou art honest too:I wish I could be made so many men,And all of you clapt vp together, inAn Anthony: that I might do you seruice,So good as you haue doneOmnes.The Gods forbidAnt.Well, my good Fellowes, wait on me to night:Scant not my Cups, and make as much of me,As when mine Empire was your Fellow too,And suffer'd my commandCleo.What does he meane?Eno.To make his Followers weepeAnt.Tend me to night;May be, it is the period of your duty,Haply you shall not see me more, or if,A mangled shadow.Perchance to morrow,You'l serue another Master.I looke on you,As one that takes his leaue.Mine honest Friends,I turne you not away, but like a MasterMarried to your good seruice, stay till death:Tend me to night two houres, I aske no more,And the Gods yeeld you for'tEno.What meane you (Sir)To giue them this discomfort? Looke they weepe,And I an Asse, am Onyon-ey'd; for shame,Transforme vs not to womenAnt.Ho, ho, ho:Now the Witch take me, if I meant it thus.Grace grow where those drops fall (my hearty Friends)You take me in too dolorous a sense,For I spake to you for your comfort, did desire youTo burne this night with Torches: Know (my hearts)I hope well of to morrow, and will leade you,Where rather Ile expect victorious life,Then death, and Honor.Let's to Supper, come,And drowne consideration.Exeunt.Enter a Company of Soldiours.1.Sol.Brother, goodnight: to morrow is the day2.Sol.It will determine one way: Fare you well.Heard you of nothing strange about the streets1 Nothing: what newes?2 Belike 'tis but a Rumour, good night to you1 Well sir, good night.They meete other Soldiers.2 Souldiers, haue carefull Watch1 And you: Goodnight, goodnight.They place themselues in euery corner of the Stage.2 Heere we: and if to morrowOur Nauie thriue, I haue an absolute hopeOur Landmen will stand vp1 'Tis a braue Army, and full of purpose.Musicke of the Hoboyes is vnder the Stage.2 Peace, what noise?1 List, list2 Hearke1 Musicke i'th' Ayre3 Vnder the earth4 It signes well, do's it not?3 No1 Peace I say: What should this meane?2 'Tis the God Hercules, whom Anthony loued,Now leaues him1 Walke, let's see if other WatchmenDo heare what we do?2 How now Maisters?Speak together.Omnes.How now? how now? do you heare this?1 I, is't not strange?3 Do you heare Masters? Do you heare?1 Follow the noyse so farre as we haue quarter.Let's see how it will giue offOmnes.Content: 'Tis strange.Exeunt.Enter Anthony and Cleopatra, with others.Ant.Eros, mine Armour ErosCleo.Sleepe a littleAnt.No my Chucke.Eros, come mine Armor Eros.Enter Eros.Come good Fellow, put thine Iron on,If Fortune be not ours to day, it isBecause we braue her.ComeCleo.Nay, Ile helpe too, Anthony.What's this for? Ah let be, let be, thou artThe Armourer of my heart: False, false: This, this,Sooth-law Ile helpe: Thus it must beeAnt.Well, well, we shall thriue now.Seest thou my good Fellow.Go, put on thy defencesEros.Briefely SirCleo.Is not this buckled well?Ant.Rarely, rarely:He that vnbuckles this, till we do pleaseTo daft for our Repose, shall heare a storme.Thou fumblest Eros, and my Queenes a SquireMore tight at this, then thou: Dispatch.O Loue,That thou couldst see my Warres to day, and knew'stThe Royall Occupation, thou should'st seeA Workeman in't.Enter an Armed Soldier.Good morrow to thee, welcome,Thou look'st like him that knowes a warlike Charge:To businesse that we loue, we rise betime,And go too't with delightSoul.A thousand Sir, early though't be, haue on theirRiueted trim, and at the Port expect you.Showt.Trumpets Flourish.Enter Captaines, and Souldiers.Alex.The Morne is faire: Good morrow GenerallAll.Good morrow GenerallAnt.'Tis well blowne Lads.This Morning, like the spirit of a youthThat meanes to be of note, begins betimes.So, so: Come giue me that, this way, well-sed.Fare thee well Dame, what ere becomes of me,This is a Soldiers kisse: rebukeable,And worthy shamefull checke it were, to standOn more Mechanicke Complement, Ile leaue thee.Now like a man of Steele, you that will fight,Follow me close, Ile bring you too't: Adieu.Exeunt.Char.Please you retyre to your Chamber?Cleo.Lead me:He goes forth gallantly: That he and Caesar mightDetermine this great Warre in single fight;Then Anthony; but now.Well on.Exeunt.Trumpets sound.Enter Anthony, and Eros.Eros.The Gods make this a happy day to AnthonyAnt.Would thou, & those thy scars had once preuaildTo make me fight at LandEros [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]