Which subiect are in all things to their will, Their will is hidd: nor while we liue, we know How, or how long we must in life remaine. Yet must we not for that feede on dispaire, And make vs wretched ere we wretched bee: But alwaies hope the best, euen to the last, That from our selues the mischief may not growe. Then, Madame, helpe your selfe, leaue of in time _Antonies_ wracke, lest it your wracke procure: Retire you from him, saue frrom wrathfull rage Of angry _Cæsar_ both your Realme and you. You see him lost, so as your amitie Vnto his euills can yelde no more reliefe. You see him ruin’d, so as your support No more hencefourth can him with comfort raise. With-draw you from the storme: persist not still To loose your selfe: this royal diademe Regaine of _Cæsar_. _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 _Cæsar_ makes conspiring warre.