Michael Neill (ed.), The Oxford Shakespeare: The Tragedy of Anthony and Cleopatra
Enter Anthony and Octavia.1
anthony Nay, nay Octavia, not only that—
2That were excusable, that and thousands more
Editor’s Note4New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it
Critical Apparatus5To public ear!
Critical Apparatus7But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly
Critical Apparatus9When the best hint was given him, he not took't,
Editor’s Note10Or did it from his teeth.
octavia O, my good lord,
Editor’s Note11Believe not all, or if you must believe,
Editor’s Note12Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady,
pg 22913If this division chance, ne'er stood between,
14Praying for both parts.
Editor’s Note15The good gods will mock me presently
16When I shall pray, '0 bless my lord and husband!',
Editor’s Note17Undo that prayer by crying out as loud,
18'O bless my brother!' Husband win, win brother
Editor’s Note20'Twixt these extremes at all.
anthony Gentle Octavia,
Editor’s Note21Let your best love draw to that point which seeks
22Best to preserve it. If I lose mine honour,
23I lose my self: better I were not yours
Link 25Yourself shall go between's. The meantime, lady,
26I'll raise the preparation of a war
28So your desires are yours.
octavia Thanks to my lord.
29The Jove of power make me, most weak, most weak,
Critical Apparatus30Your reconciler. Wars 'twixt you twain would be
31As if the world should cleave, and that slain men
Link 32Should solder up the rift.Editor’s Note33
anthony When it appears to you where this begins,
Editor’s Note34Turn your displeasure that way, for our faults
35Can never be so equal that your love
pg 23037Choose your own company, and command what cost
Critical Apparatus38Your heart has mind to. Exeunt