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THE TRAGEDIE OF CLEOPATRA.
ACTVS PRIMVS.
CLEOPATRA.
YET do I liue, and yet doth breath extend
My life beyond my life, nor can my graue
Shut vp my griefes, to make my end my end?
Will yet confusion haue more then I haue?
Is th' honor, wonder, glory, pompe and all
Of Cleopatra dead, and she not dead?
Haue I out-liu'd my selfe, and seene the fall
Of all vpon me, and not ruined?
Can yet these eyes endure the gastly looke
Of desolations darke and ougly face,
Wont but on fortunes fairest side to looke,
Where nought was but applause, but smiles, and grace?
Whiles on his shoulders all my rest relide
On whom the burthen of m'ambition lay,
My Atlas, and supporter of my pride
That did the world of all my glory sway,
Who now thrown down, disgrac'd, confoūded lies
Crusht with the weight of shame and infamie,
Following th' vnlucky party of my eies,
The traines of lust and imbecilitie,