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The tragedie of Antonie. Doone into English by the Countesse of Pembroke; Marc Antoine. English
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Garnier, Robert, 1544-1590.; Pembroke, Mary Sidney Herbert, Countess of, 1561-1621.
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vndergo vnder foraine yoke to go Still it proues a bondage worse and doubled subiection see we shall and feele and know subiect to a stranger growne From hence forward for a King whose first being from this place should his brest by nature bring care of country to imbrace We at surly face must quake of some Romaine madly bent who our terrour to augment his Proconsuls axe will shake driuing with our Kings from hence our establish'd gouernment iustice sword and lawes defence Nothing worldly of such might but more mighty Destiny by swift Times vnbridled flight makes in end his end to see euery thing Time ouerthrowes nought to end doth steadfast staie his great sithe mowes all away as the stalke of tender rose onely immortalitie of the heauens doth it oppose gainst his powrefull Deitie One day there will come a day which shall quaile they fortunes flower and thee ruinde low shall laie in some barbarous Princes power when the pittie-wanting fire shall O Rome thy beauties burne and to humble ashes turne thy proud wealth and rich attire those guilt roofes which turretwise iustly making enuy mourne threaten now to pearce Skies As thy forces fill each land haruests making here and there reaping all with rauening hand they find growing any where from each land so to thy fall multitudes repaire shall make from the common spoile to take what to each mans shaire may fall fingred all thou shalt behold no iote left for tokens sake that thou wert so great of olde Like vnto the ancient Troie whence deriu'd thy founders be conqu'ring foe shall thee enioie and a burning praie in thee for within this turning ball this we see and see each daie all things fixed ends do staie ends to first beginnings fall that nought how strong or strāge chaungeles doth endure alwaie But endureth fatall change M. Antonius Lucilius M. Ant. Lucil sole comfort of my bitter case The only trust the only hope I haue In last despaire Ah is not this the daie That death should me of life and loue bereaue What waite I for that haue no refuge left But am sole remnant of my fortune left All leaue me flie me none noe not of them Which of my greatnes greatest good receiu'd Stands with my fall they seeme as now asham'd That heretofore they did me ought regard They draw them backe shewing they folow'd me Not to partake my harm's but coozen me Lu. In this our world nothing is stedfast found In vaine he hopes who here his hopes doth ground An. Yet nought afflicts me nothing killes me so As that I so my Cleopatra see Practise with Caesar and to him transport My flame her loue more deare then life to me Lu. Beleeue it not Too high a heart she beares Too princely thoughts An. Too wise a head she weare Too much enflam'd with greatnes euermore Gaping for our great Empires gouerment Lu. So long time you her constant loue haue tri'de An. But still with me good fortune did abide Lu. Her changed loue what token makes you know An. Pelusium lost and Actian ouerthrow Both by her fraud my well appointed fleet And trusty Souldiors in my quarrell arm'd Whome she false she in stede of my defence Came to perswade to yelde them to my foe Such honor Thyre done such welcome giuen Their long close talkes I neither knew nor would And trecherous wrong Alexas hath me donne Witnes too well her periur'd loue to me But you O Gods if any faith regarde With sharpe reuenge her faithlesse change reward Lu. The dole she made vpon our ouerthrow Her realme giuen vp for refuge to our men Her poore attire when she deuoutly kept The solemne day of her natiuitie Againe the cost and prodigall expence Shew'd when she did your birth day celebrate Do plaine enough her heart vnfained proue Equally toucht you louing as you loue Ant. Well be her loue to me or false or true Once in my soule a cureles wound I feele I Ioue nay burne in fire of her loue Each day each night hir Image haunts my minde Her selfe my dreames and still I tired am And still I am with burning pincers nipt Extreame my harme yet sweeter to my sence Then boiling Torch of iealous torments fire This griefe nay rage in me such sturre doth keepe And thornes me still both when I wake and sleepe Take Caesar conquest take my goods take he Th' onor to be Lord of the earth alone My sonnes my life bent headlong to mishapps No force so not my Cleopatra take So foolish I I cannot her forget Though better were I banisht her my thought Like to the sicke whose throte the feauers fire Hath vehemently with thirstie drought enflam'd Drinkes still albee the drinke he still desires Be nothing else but fewell to his flame He cannot rule himself his health's respect Yealdeth to his distempered stomacks heate Lu. Leaue of this loue that thus renewes your woe An. I do my best but ah can not do so Lu. Thinke how you haue so braue a captaine bene And now are by this vaine affection falne An. The ceasles thought of my felicitie Plunges me more in this aduersitie For nothing so a man in ill torments As who to him his good state represents This makes my rack my anguish and my woe Equall vnto the hellish passions growe When I to mind my happie puisance call Which erst I had by warlike conquest wonne And that good fortune which me neuer left Which hard disastre now hath me bereft With terror tremble all the world I made At my sole word as Rushes in the streames At waters will I conquer'd Italie I conquer'd Rome that nations so redoubt I Bare meane while besieging Mutina Two consuls armies for my ruine brought Bath'd in their bloud by their deaths witnessing My force and skill in matters Martiall To wreake thy vnkle vnkind Caesar I With bloud of enemies the bankes embru'd Of stain'd Enipeus hindring his course Stopped with heapes of piled carcases When Cassius and Brutus ill betide Marcht against vs by vs twise put to flight But by my sole conduct for all the time Caesar hart-sicke with feare and feauer lay Who knowes it not and how by euery one Fame of the fact was giu'n to me alone There sprang the loue the neuer changing loue Wherin my heart hath since to yours bene bound There was it my Lucill you Brntus sau'de And for your Brutus Antony you found Better my hap in gaining such a frend Then in subduing such an enimie Now former vertue dead doth me forsake Fortune engulfes me in extreame distresse She turnes from me her smiling countenance Casting on me mishapp vpon mishapp Left and betraide of thousand thousand frends Once of my sute but you Lucill are left Remaining to me stedfast as a tower In holy loue in spite of fortunes blastes But if of any God my voice be heard And be not vainely scatt'red in the heau'ns Such goodnes shall not glorilesse be loste But comming ages
redd Scamanders armor clogged streames Roll'd into Seas before their dates are dead So plaguie he so many tempests raiseth So murdring he so many Citties raiseth When insolent blinde lawles orderles With made delights our sence he entertaines All knowing Gods our wracks did vs fortell By signes in earth by signes in starry Sphaeres Which should haue mou'd vs had not destinie With too strong hand warped our miserie The Comets flaming through the scat'red clouds With fiery beames most like vnbroaded haires The fearfull dragon whistling at the bankes And holy Apis ceasles bellowing As neuer erst and shedding endles teares Bloud raining down frō heau'n in vnknow'n showers Our Gods darke faces ouer cast with woe And dead mens Ghosts appearing in the night Yea euen this night while all the Cittie stood Opprest with terror horror seruile feare Deepe silence ouer all the sounds were heard Of diuers songs and diuerse instruments Within the voide of aire and howling noise Such as madde Bacchus priests in Bacchus feasts On Nisa make and seem'd the company Our Cittie lost went to the enemie So we forsaken both of Gods and men So are we in the mercy of our foes And we henceforth obedient must become To lawes of them who haue vs ouercome Chorus Lament we our mishaps Drowne we with teares our woe For Lamentable happes Lamented easie growe and much lesse torment bring then when they first did spring We want that wofull song wherwith wood-musiques Queen doth ease her woes among fresh springtimes bushes greene on pleasant branch alone renewing auntient mone We want that monefull sound that pratling Progne makes on fields of Thracian ground or streames of Thracian lakes to empt her brest of paine for Itys by her slaine Though Halcyons do still bewailing Ceyx lot the Seas with plainings fill which his dead limmes haue got not euer other graue then tombe of waues to haue And though the bird in death that most Meander loues so sweetly sighes his breath when death his fury proues as almost softs his heart and almost blunts his dart Yet all the plaints of those nor all their tearfull larmes cannot content our woes nor serue to waile the harmes in soule which we poore we to feele enforced be Nor they of Phaebus bredd in teares can doo so well they for their brother shedd who into Padus fell rash guide of chariot cleere surueiour of the yeare Nor she whom heau'nly powers to weping rocke did turne whose teares distill in showers and shew she yet doth mourne wherewith his toppe to Skies mount Sipylus doth rise Nor weping drops which flowe from barke of wounded tree that Mirrhas shame doth showe with ours compar'd may be to quench her louing fire who durst embrace her fire Nor all the howlings made on Cybels sacred hill By Eunukes of her trade Who Atys Atys still with doubled cries resound which Eccho makes rebound Our plaints no limits stay nor more then do our woes both infinitely straie and neither measure knowes In mea sure let them plaine Who measured griefes sustaine Cleopatrra Eras. Charmton Diomede Cleopatra That I haue thee betraide deare Antonie My life my soule my sunne I had such thought That I haue thee betraide my Lord my King That I would breake my vowed faith to thee I aue thee deceiue thee yeelde thee to the rage Of mightie foe I euer had that hart Rather sharpe lightning lighten on my head Rather may I to deepest mischiefe fall Rather the opened earth deuoure me Rather fierce Tigers feed them on my flesh Rather ô rather let our Nilus send To swallow me quicke some weeping Crocodile And didst thou then suppose my royall heart Had hatcht thee to ensnare a faithles loue And changing minde as Fortune changed cheare I would weake thee to winne the stronger loose O wretch ô caitiue ô too cruell happe And did not I sufficient losse sustaine Loosing my Realme loosing my libertie My tender of-spring and the ioyfull light Of beamy Sunne and yet yet loosing more Thee Antony my care if I loose not What yet remain'd thy loue alas thy loue More deare then Scepter children freedome light So readie I to row in Charons barge Shall leese the joy of dying in thy loue So the sole comfort of my miserie To haue one tombe with thee is me bereft So I in shady plaines shall plaine alone Not as I hop'd companion of thy mone O height of griefe Eras why with Continuall cries Your griefull harmes doo you exasperate Torment your selfe with murthering complaints Straine your weake brest so ost so vehemently Water with teares this faire alablaster With sorrowes sting so many beauties wound Come of so many Kings want you the hart Brauely stoutly this tempest to resist Cl. My eu'lls are wholy vnsupportable No humain force can them withstand but death Eras. To him that striues nought is impossible Cl. In striuing lyes no hope of my mishapps Eras. All things do yeelde to force of louely face Cl. My face too louely caus'd my wretched case My face hath so entrap'd so cast vs downe That for his conquest Caesar may it thanke Causing that Antonie one army lost The other wholy did to Caesar yeld For not induring so his amorouse sprite Was with my beautie fir'de my shamefull flight Soone as he saw from ranke wherein he stoode In hottest fight my Gallies making saile Forgetfull of his charg as if his soule Vnto his Ladies soule had beene enchain'd He left his men who so couragiously Did leaue their liues to gaine him victorie And carelesse both of fame and armies losse My oared Gallies follow'd with his ships Companion of my flight by this base parte Blasting his former flourishing renowne Eras. Are you therefore cause of his ouerthrow Cl. I am sole cause I did it only I Er. Feare of a woman troubled so his sprite Cl. Fire of his loue was by my feare enflam'd Er. And should he then to warre haue led a Queene Cl. Alas this was not this offence but mine Antony ay me who else so braue a chiefe Would not I should haue taken Seas with him But would haue left me fearefull woman farre From common hazard of the doubtfull warre O that I had beleeu'd now now of Rome All the great Empire at our beck should bende All should obey the vagabonding Scythes The feared Germaines back-shooting Parthians Wandring Numidians Brittons farre remou'd And tawny nations scorched with the Sunne But I car'd not so was my soule possest To my great harme with burning iealousie Fearing least in my absence Antony Should leauing me retake Octauia Char. Such was the rigour of your desteny Cl. Such was my errour and obstinacie Ch. But since Gods would not could you do withall Cl. Alwaies from Gods good haps not harms do fall Ch. And haue they not all power on mens affaires Cl. They neuer bow so low as worldly cares But leaue to mortall men to be dispos'd Freely on earth what euer mortall is If we therein sometimes some faults