m with comfort raise.
With-draw you from the storme: persist not still
To loose your selfe: this royal diademe
Regaine of _Caesar_.

_Cl._ Soner shining light
Shall leaue the daie, and darknes leaue the night:
Sooner moist currents of tempestuous seas
Shall waue in heauen, and the nightlie troopes
Of starres shall shine within the foming waues,
Then I thee, _Antonie_, Leaue in depe distres.
I am with thee, be it thy worthy soule
Lodge in thy brest, or from that lodging parte
Crossing the ioyles lake to take hir place
In place prepared for men Demy-gods.
Liue, if thee please, if life be lothsome die:
Dead and aliue, _Antonie_, thou shalt see
Thy princesse follow thee, folow, and lament,
Thy wrack, no lesse her owne then was thy weale.

_Char._ What helps his wrack this euer-lasting loue?

_Cl._ Help, or help not, such must, such ought I proue.

_Char._ Ill done to loose your selfe, and to no ende.

_Cl._ How ill thinke you to follow such a frende?

_Char._ But this your loue nought mitigates his paine.

_Cl._ Without this loue I should be inhumaine.

_Char._ Inhumaine he, who his owne death pursues.

_Cl._ Not inhumaine who miseries eschues.

_Ch._ Liue for your sonnes.

_Cl._ Nay for their father die.

_Cha._ Hardhearted mother!

_Cl._ Wife kindhearted I.

_Ch._ Then will you them depriue of royall right?

_Cl._ Do I depriue them? no, it's dest'nies might.

_Ch._ Do you not them not depriue of heritage,
That giue them vp to aduersaries handes,
A man forsaken fearing to forsake,
Whome such huge numbers hold enuironned?
T' abandon one gainst whome the frowning world
Banded with _Caesar_ makes conspiring warre.

_Cl._ The lesse ought I to leaue him lest of all.
_A frend in most distresse should most assist._
If that when _Antonie_ great and glorious
His legions led to drinke _Euphrates_ streames,
So many Kings in traine redoubting him;
In triumph rais'd as high as highest heaun;
Lord-like disposing as him pleased best,
The wealth of _Greece_, the wealth of_Asia_:
In that faire fortune had I him exchaung'd
For _Caesar_, then, men would haue counted me
Faithles, vnconstant, light: but now the storme,
And blustring tempest driuing on his face,
Readie to drowne, _Alas_! what would they saie?
What would himselfe in _Plutos_ mansion saie?
If I, whome alwaies more then l