discandy

All is lost !
This foul Egyptian hath betrayèd me .
My fleet hath yielded to the foe , and yonder
They cast their caps up and carouse together
Like friends long lost . Triple-turned 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 revenged upon my charm ,
I have done all . Bid them all fly . Begone !

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 spanieled me at heels , to whom I gave
Their wishes , do discandy , melt their sweets
On blossoming Caesar , and this pine is barked
That overtopped them all . Betrayed I am .
O , this false soul of Egypt ! This grave charm ,
Whose eye becked forth my wars and called them
home ,
Whose bosom was my crownet , my chief end ,
Like a right gypsy hath at fast and loose
Beguiled me to the very heart of loss . —
What Eros , Eros !



Ah , thou spell ! Avaunt !