villaines that but now were heere Bucher my loue and then with violence To drawe his deare beloued Body hence What dost thou stand to play the Oratrix And tell a tale of thy deere husbands death Doth Pompey doth thy loue moue thee no more Go cursed Cornelia rent thy wretched haire Drowne blobred cheekes in seas of saltest teares And if it be true that sorrowes feeling powre Could turne poore Niobe into a weeping stone O let mee weepe a like and like stone be And you poore lights that sawe this tragick sight Be blind and punnish'd with eternall night Vnhappy long to speake bee neare so bould Since that thou this so heauy tale hast tould These are but womanish exclamations Light sorrowe makes such lamentations Pompey no words my true griefe can declare This for thy loue shal be my best welfare Stab her selfe ACT. 2. SCE. 3. Enter Caesar Cleopatra Anthony Dolobella a Lord Caesar There sterne Achillas and Fortunius lie Traytorous Sempronius and proud Ptolomey Go plead your cause fore the angry Rhadamant And tel him why you basely Pompey slew And let your guilty blood appease his Ghost That now sits wandring by the Stygian bankes Vnworthy sacrifice to quite his worth For Pompey though thou wert mine enemy And vayne ambition mou'd vs to this strife Yet now in death when strife and enuy cease Thy princely vertues and thy noble minde Moue me to rue thy vndeserued death That found a greater daunger then it fled Vnhapy man to scape so many wars And to protract thy glorious day so long Here for to perish in a barbarous soyle And end liues date stabd by a Bastards hand But yet with honour shalt thou be Intomb'd I will enbalme thy body with my teares And put thy ashes in an Vrne of gold And build with marble a deserued graue Whose worth indeede a Temple ought to haue Dolo. See how compassion drawes foorth Princely teares And Vertue weepes her enemies funerall So sorrowed the mighty Alexander When Bessus hand caus'd Darius to die Ant. These greeued sorrowing Princes do with me Ioyntly agree in Contrariety Alacke we mourne greeued is our mind alike Our gate is discontented heauy our lookes Our sorrowes all a like but dislike cause Their foe is their grifes causer which my friend It is the losse of one that makes them wayle But I that one there is a cruell one Do wayle and greeue and vnregarded mone Fayre beames cast forth from these dismayfull eyes Chaine my poore heart in loue and sorrowes giues Cleo. Forget sweete Prince these sad perlexed thoughts Withdraw thy mind in clowdy discontent And with Aegiptian pleasures feed thine eyes Wilt thou be the Sepulchers of Kings And Monuments that speake the workemens prayse I le bring thee to Great Alexanders Tombe Where he whome all the world could not suffice In bare six foote of Earth intombed lies And shew thee all the cost and curious art Which either Cleops or our Memphis boast Would you command a banquit in the Court I le bring you to a Royall goulden bowre Fayrer then that wherein great Ioue doth sit And heaues vp boles of Nectar to his Queene A stately Pallace whose fayre doble gates Are wrought with garnish'd Carued Iuory And stately pillars of pure bullion framd With Orient Pearles and Indian stones imbost With golden Roofes that glister like the Sunne Shal be prepard to entertaine my Loue Or wilt thou see our Academick Schooles Or heare our Priests to reason of the starres Hence Plato fecht his deepe Philosophy And heere in Heauenly knowledg they excell Antho. More then most faire another Heauen to me The starres where on I le gaze shal be thy face Thy morall deedes my sweete Philosophy Venus the muse whose ayde I must implore O let me profit in this study best For Beauties scholler I am now prefest Lord See how this faire Egiptian Sorceres Enchantes these Noble warriars man-like mindes And melts their hearts in loue and wantones Caes. Most glorious Queene whose cheerefull smiling words Expell these cloudes that ouer cast my minde Caesar will ioy in Cleopatras ioy And thinke his fame no whit disparaged To change his armes and deadly sounding droms For loues sweete Laies and Lydian harmony And now hang vp these Idle instruments My warlike speare and vncontrouled crest My mortall wounding sword and siluer shield And vnder thy sweete banners beare the brunt Of peacefull warres and amarous Alarmes Why Mars himselfe his bloudy rage alayd Dallying in Venus bed hath often playd And great Alcides when he did returne From Iunos taskes and Nemean victories From monsters fell and Nomean toyles Reposed himselfe in Deianiras armes Heere will I pitch the pillars of my fame Heere the non vltra of my labors write And with these Cheekes of Roses lockes of Gold End my liues date and trauayles manifould Dolo. How many lets do hinder vertuous mindes From the pursuit of honours due reward Besides Caribdis and fell Scyllas spight More dangerous Circe and Calipsoes cup Then pleasant gardens of Alcionus And thousand lets voluptiousnesse doth offer Caes. I will regard no more these murtherous spoyles And bloudy triumphs that I lik'd of late But in loues pleasures spend my wanton dayes I le make thee garlondes of sweete smelling flowers And with faire rosall Chaplets crowne thy head The purple Hyacinth of Phaebus Land Fresh Amarinthus that doth neuer die And faire Narcissus deere respendent shoars And Violets of Daffadilles so sweete Shall Beautify the Temples of my Loue Whil'st I will still gaze on thy beautious eyes And with Ambrosean kisses bath thy Cheekes Cleo. Come now faire Prince and feast thee in our Courts Where liberall Caeres and Liaeus fat Shall powre their plenty forth and fruitfull store The sparkling liquor shall ore-flow his bankes And Meroé learne to bring forth pleasant wine Fruitfull Arabia and the furthest Ind Shall spend their treasuries of Spicery VVith Nardus Coranets wee le guird our heads And al the while melodious warbling notes Passing the seauen-fould harmony of Heauen Shall seeme to rauish our enchanted thoughts Thus is the feare of vnkinde Ptolomey Changed by thee to feast in Iolity Antho. O how mine eares suck vp her heauenly words The whil'st mine eyes do prey vpon her face Caes. Winde we then Anthony with this Royall Queene This day wee le spend in mirth and banqueting Antho. Had I Queene Iunoes heard-mans hundred eies To gaze vpon these two bright Sunnes of hirs Yet would they all be blinded instantly Caes. VVhat hath some Melancholy discontent Ore-come thy minde with trobled passions Ant. Yet being blinded with the Sunny beames Her beauties pleasing colours would restore Decayed sight with fresh variety Lord Lord Anthony what meanes this trobled minde Caesar inuites thee to the royall feast That faire Queene Cleopatra hath prepard Antho. Pardon me worthy Caesar and you Lords In not attending your most gratious speech Thoughts of my Country and returne to Rome Som-what distempered my busy head Caes. Let no
Rome great monument of Romulus Thou mighty seate of consuls and of Kings Ouer-victorious now Earths Conquerer Welcome thy valiant sonne that to thee brings Spoyles of the world and exquies of Kings Caesar The conquering Issue of immortall Ioue Which in the Persian spoyles first fetch his fame Then through Hydasspis and the Caspian waues Vnto the sea vnknowne his praise did propagate Must to my glory vayle his conquering crest The Lybick Sands and Africk Sirts hee past Bactrians and Zogdians knowne but by their names Whereby his armes resistles powers subdued And Ganges streames congeald with Indian blood Could not transeport his burthen to the sea But these nere lerned at Mars his games to play Nor tost these bloody bals of dread and death Arar and proud Saramna speaks my praise Rohdans shrill Tritons through their brasen trumpes Ecco my fame against the Gallian Towers And Isis wept to see her daughter Thames Chainge her cleere cristall to vermilian sad The big bond German and Heluetian stout Which well haue learned to tosse a tusked speare And well can curbe a noble stomackt horse Can Caesars vallour witnes to their greefe Iuba the mighty Affrick Potentate That with his cole-black Negroes to the field Backt with Numidian and Getulian horse Hath felt the puissance of a Roman sword I entred Asia with my banners spred Displayed the Aegle on the Euxin sea By Iason first and ventrous Argo cut And in the rough Cimerian Bosphorus A heauy witnesse of Pharnaces flight And now am come to triumph heere in Rome VVith greater glory then ere Romaine did Exeunt Sound drums and Trumpets amaine Enter Anthony Antho. Alas these triumphes mooue not me at all But only do renew remembrance sad Of her triumphing and imperious lookes VVhich is the Saint and Idoll of my thoughtes First was I wounded by her percing eye Next prisoner tane by her captiuing speech And now shee triumphes ore my conquered heart In Cupids Chariot ryding in her pride And leades me captiue bounde in Beauties bondes Caesars lip-lip-loue that neuer touch'd his heart By present triumph and the absent fire Is now waxt could but mine that was more deepe Ingrauen in the marble of my brest Nor time nor Fortune ere can raze it out Enter Anthonies bonus genius Gen. Anthony base femall Anthony Thou womans souldiar fit for nights assaults Hast thou so soone forgot the discipline And wilsome taskes thy youth was trayned to Thy soft downe Pillow was a helme of steele The could damp earth a bed to ease thy toyle Afrigted slumbers were thy golden sleepes Hunger and thirst thy sweetest delicates Sterne horror gastly woundes pale greesly death Thy winde depressing pleasures and delights And now so soone hath on enchanted face These manly labours luld in drowsy sleepe The Gods whose messenger I heere do stand Will not then drowne thy fame in Idlenesse Yet must Philippi see thy high exploytes And all the world ring of thy Victories Antho. Say what thou art that in this dreadful sort Forbidd'st me of my Cleopatra's loue Gen. I am thy bonus Genius Anthony VVhich to thy dul eares this do prophecy That fatall face which now doth so bewitch thee Like to that vaine vnconstant Greekish dame VVhich made the stately Ilian towres to smoke Shall thousand bleeding Romains lay one ground Hymen in sable not in saferon robes Instead of roundes shall dolefull dirges singe For nuptiall tapers shall the furies beare Blew-burning torches to increase your feare The bride-grooms scull shal make the bridal bondes And hel-borne hags shall dance an Antick round VVhile Hecate Hymen heu heu Hymen cries And now methinkes I see the seas blew face Hidden with shippes and now the trumpets sound And weake Canopus with the Aegle striues Neptune amazed at this dreadfull sight Cals blew sea Gods for to behold the fight Glaucus and Panopea Proteus ould VVho now for feare changeth his wonted shape Thus your vaine loue which with delight begunne In Idle sport shall end with bloud and shame Exit Antho. VVhat wast my Genius that mee threatned thus They say that from our birth he doth preserue And on mee will he powre these miseries VVhat burning torches what alarums of warre VVhat shames did he to my loues prophesie O no hee comes as winged Mercurie From his great Father Ioue t' Anchises sonne To warne him leaue the wanton dalliance And charming pleasures of the Tyrian Court Then wake the Anthony from this idle dreame Cast of these base effeminate passions Which melt the courrage of thy manlike minde And with thy sword receiue thy sleeping praise Exit ACT. 3. SC. 3. Enter Brutus Bru. How long in base ignoble patience Shall I behold my Countries wofull fall O you braue Romains and among'st the rest Most Noble Brutus faire befall your soules Let Peace and Fame your Honored graues awaite Who through such perils and such tedious warres Won your great labors prise sweete liberty But wee that with our life did freedoms take And did no sooner Men then free-men breath To loose it now continuing so long And with such lawes such vowes such othes confirm'd Can nothing but disgrace and shame expect But soft what see I written on my seate O vtinam Brute viueres What meaneth this thy courage dead But stay reade forward Brute mortuus es I thou art dead indeed thy courrage dead Thy care and loue thy dearest Country dead Thy wonted spirit and Noble stomack dead Enter Cassius Cassi. The times drawe neere by gratious heauens assignd When Philips Sonne must fall in Babilon In his triumphing proud persumption But see where melancholy Brutus walkes Whose minde is hammering on no meane conceit Then sound him Cassius see how hee is inclined How fares young Brutus in this tottering state Bru. Euen as an idle gazer that beholdes His Countries wrackes and cannot succor bring Cassi. But wil Brute alwaies in this dreame remaine And not bee mooued with his Countries mone Bru. O that I might in Lethes endles sleepe And neere awaking pleasant rest of death Close vp mine eyes that I no more might see Poore Romes distresse and Countries misery Casi. No Brutus liue and wake thy sleepy minde Stirre vp those dying sparkes of honors fire VVhich in thy gentle breast weare wont to flame See how poore Rome opprest with Countries wronges Implores thine ayde that bred thee to that end Thy kins-mans soule from heauen commandes thine aide That lastly must by thee receiue his end Then purchas honor by a glorious death Or liue renown'd by ending Caesars life Bru. I can no longer beare the Tirants pride I cannot heare my Country crie for ayde And not bee mooued with her pitious mone Brutus thy soule shall neuer more complaine That from thy linage and most vertuous stock A bastard weake degenerat branch is borne For to distaine the honor of thy house No more shall now the Romains call me dead I le liue againe and rowze my sleepy thoughts And with the Tirants death begin
wil broach you a bloud-sucking heart Which full of bloud must bloud store to you yeeld Were it a peerce to flint or marble stone Why so it is for Caesars heart 's a stone Els would bee mooued with my Countries mone They say you furies instigate mens mindes And push their armes to finnish bloudy deedes Prick then mine Elbo goade my bloudy hand That it may goare Caesars ambitious heart Exeunt ACTVS 3. SCENA 6. Enter Caesar Calphurnia Caes. Why thinkes my loue to fright me with her dreames Shall bug-beares feare Caesars vndaunted heart Whome Pompeys Fortune neuer could amaze Nor the French horse nor Mauritanian boe And now shall vaine illusions mee affright Or shadowes daunt whom substance could not quell Calphur. O dearest Caesar hast thou seene thy selfe As troubled dreames to me did faine thee seene Torne Wounded Maymed Blod-slaughtered Slaine O thou thy selfe wouldst then haue dread thy selfe And feard to thrust thy life to dangers mouth Caes. There you bewray the folly of your dreame For I am well aliue vncaught vntoucht Calphur, T' was in the Senate-house I sawe thee so And yet thou dreadles thither needes will go Caes. The Senate is a place of peace not death But these were but deluding visions Calphur. O do not set so little by the heauens Dreames at diuine men say they come from Ioue Beware betimes and bee not wise to late Mens good indeuours change the wills of Fate Caes. Weepe not faire loue let not thy wofull teares Bode mee I knowe what thou wouldest not haue to hap It will distaine mine honor wonne in fight To say a womans dreame could me affright Cal. O Caesar no dishonour canst thou get In seeking to preuent vnlucky chance Foole-hardy men do runne vpon their death Bee thou in this perswaded by thy wife No vallour bids thee cast away thy life Caes. T is dastard cowardize and childish feare To dread those dangers that do not appeare Cal. Thou must sad chance by fore-cast wise resist Or being done say boote-les had I wist Caes. But for to feare wher 's no suspition Will to my greatnesse be derision Cal. There lurkes an adder in the greenest grasse Daungers of purpose alwayes hide their face Caes. Perswade no more Caesar's resolu'd to go Cal. The Heauens resolue that hee may safe returne For if ought happen to my loue but well His danger shal be doubled with my death Exit Enter Augur Augur I come they are but yet they are not gon Caes. What hast thou sacrifiz'd as custome is Before wee enter in the Senat-house Augur O stay those steeps that leade thee to thy death The angry heauens with threeatning dire aspect Boding mischance and balfull massacers Menace the ouerthrowe of Caesars powres Saturne sits frowning on the God of Warre VVho in their sad coniunction do conspire Vniting both their bale full influences To heape mischance and danger to thy life The Sacrificing beast is heart-les found Sad ghastly sightes and raysed Ghostes appeare Which fill the silent woods with groning cries The hoarse Night-rauen tunes the chearles voyce And calls the bale-full Owle and howling Doge To make a consort In whose sad song is this Neere is the ouerthrow of Caesars blisse Exit Caesar The world is set to fray mee from my wits Heer 's harteles Sacrifice and visions Howlinge and cryes and gastly grones of Ghosts Soft Caesar do not make a mockery Of these Prodigious signes sent from the Heauens Calphurnias Dreame lumping which Augurs words Shew if thou markest it Caesar cause to feare This day the Senate there shal be dissolued And I le returne to my Calphurnia home One giues him a paper What hast thou heare that thou presents vs with Pre. A thing my Lord that doth concerne your life Which loue to you and hate of such a deed Makes me reueale vnto your excellence Caesar laughs Smilest thou or think'st thou it some idle toy Thout frowne a non to read so many names That haue conspird and sworne thy bloody death Exit Enter Cassius Cassius Now must I come and with close subtile girdes Deceaue the prey that I le deuoure anon My Lord the Sacred Senate doth expect Your royall presence in Pompeius court Caesar Cassius they tell me that some daungers nigh And death pretended in the Senate house Cassi. What danger or what wrong can be Where harmeles grauitie and vertue sits T is past all daunger present death it is Nor is it wrong to render due desert To feare the Senators without a cause Will bee a cause why thei le be to be feared Caesa. The Senate stayes for me in Pompeye court And Caesars heere and dares not goe to them Packe hence all dread of danger and of death What must be must be Caesars prest for all Cassi. Now haue I sent him headlong to his ende Vengance and death awayting at his heeles Caesar thy life now hangeth on a twine Which by my Poniard must bee cut in twaine Thy chaire of state now turn'd is to thy Beere Thy Princely robes to make thy winding sheete The Senators the Mourners ore the Hearse And Pompeys Court thy dreadfull graue shal be Senators crie all at once Omnes Hold downe the Tyrant stab him to the death Casi. Now doth the musick play and this the song That Cassius heart hath thirsted for so long And now my Poniard in this mazing sound Must strike that touch that must his life confound Stab on stab on thus should your Poniards play Aloud deepe note vpon this trembling Kay stab him Buco. Bucolian sends thee this stab him Cum. And Cumber this stab him Cas. Take this frō Casca for to quite Romes wronges Caes. Why murtherous villaines know you whō you strike T is Caesar Caesar whom your Poniards pierce Caesar whose name might well afright such slaues O Heauens that see and hate this haynous guilt And thou Immortall Ioue that Idle holdest Deluding Thunder in thy faynting hand Why stay'st thy dreadfull doome and dost with-hold Thy three-fork'd engine to reuenge my death But if my plaintes the Heauens cannot mooue Then blackest hell and Pluto bee thou iudge You greesly daughters of the cheereles night Whose hearts nor praier nor pitty ere could lend Leaue the black dungeon of your Chaos deepe Come and with flaming brandes into the world Reuenge and death bringe seated in your eyes And plauge these villaynes for their trecheries Enter Brutus Bru. I haue held Anthony with a vaine discourse The whilst the deed 's in execution But liues hee still yet doth the Tyrant breath Chalinging Heauens with his blasphemies Heere Brutus maketh a passage for thy Soule To plead thy cause for them whose ayde thou crauest Caes. What Brutus to nay nay then let me die Nothing wounds deeper then ingratitude Bru. I bloody Caesar Caesar Brutus too Doth geeue thee this and this to quite Romes wrongs Cassius O had the Tyrant had as many liues As that fell Hydra borne in Lerna lake That heare I still might