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Monologues for Men

ANT.

All is lost!

This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me.

My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder

They cast their caps up and carouse together

Like friends long lost. Triple-turn’d whore! ’tis thou

Hast sold me to this novice, and my heart

Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;

For when I am reveng’d upon my charm,

I have done all. Bid them all fly, be gone.

Exit Scarus.

O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more,

Fortune and Antony part here, even here

Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts

That spannell’d me at heels, to whom I gave

Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets

On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark’d,

That overtopp’d them all. Betray’d I am.

O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,

Whose eye beck’d forth my wars and call’d them home,

Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,

Like a right gipsy, hath at fast and loose

Beguil’d me to the very heart of loss.

What, Eros, Eros!

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