Can. With news the time's in labour, and throws Gaf. Strike not by land. Keep whole, provoke not Do not exceed [battle, [Exeunt. Till we have done at fea. The prefcript of this fcrowl: our fortune lies Upon this jump. Enter Antony and Enobarbus. Ant Set we our fquadrons on yord fide o' th' hill, In eye of Cæfar's battle; from which place We may the number of the fhips behold, [Exeunt. Canidius, marching with his land army one way over the ftage; and Taurus, the Lieutenant of Cæfar, the other way: after their going in, is heard the noife of a fea fight. Alarum, Enter Enobarbus. [longer; Eno. Naught, naught, all naught, I can behold no Th' Antonias, the Egyptian Admiral, With all their fixty, fly, and turn the rudder. To fee't, mine eyes are blafted. Enter Scarus. Scar. Gods and goddeffes, All the whole fynod of them! Eno. What's thy paffion? Scar. The greater cantle of the world is loft With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away, Kingdoms and provinces. Eno. How appears the fight? Scar." On our fide like the token'd peftilence, "Where death is fure. Yond ribauld nag of Egypt, (Whom leprofy o'ertake !) i' th' midft o' th' fight, "When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd Which Plutarch fays was the name of Cleopatra's fhip. "Both as the fame, or rather ours the elder), Eno. That I beheld. Mine eyes did ficken at the fight, and could not Scar. "She once being looft, "The noble ruin of her magic, Antony, Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before Ena. Alack, alack! Enter Canidius. Can. Our fortune on the fea is out of breath, Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? why then, good night, indeed. Can. Towards Peloponnefus are they fled.. And there I will attend what further comes. Gan. To Cæfar will I render My legions and my horfe; fix Kings already Shew me the way of yielding. Eno. I'll yet follow The wounded chance of Antony, though my reafon Sits in the wind against me. [Exeunt feverally. Enter Antony, with Eros, and other Attendants. Ant. Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon't, It is afham'd to bear me. Friends, come hither; I am fo lated in the world, Have lost my way for ever. thatI I've a ship Laden with gold, take that, divide it; fly, And make your peace with Cæfar. Omnes. Fly! not we. Ant. I've fled myfelf, and have inftructed cowards To run, and fhew their fhoulders. Friends, be gone, -oh, I have myself refolv'd upon a courfe, [Sits down. Enter Cleopatra, led by Charmian and Iras, to Antony. Eros. Nay, gentle Madam, to him, comfort him, Char. Do? why, what else? Cleo. Let me fit down; oh Juno! Ant. No, no, no, no, no, Eros. See you here, Sir!. Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie. Char. Madam Iras. Madam, oh good Emprefs! Eros. Sir, Sir. Ant. "Yes, my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept "His fword e'en like a dancer, while I ftrook "The lean and wrinkled Caffius; and 'twas I "That the mad Brutus ended; he alone Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice, had In the brave fquares of war; yet now-no matter- Eros. The Queen, my Lord, the Queen Iras. Go to him, Madam, fpeak to him, He is unqualified with very fhame. Cleo. Well then, fuftain me; oh! Eros. Moft Noble Sir, arife, the Queen approaches;; Her head's declin'd, and death will feize her, but Your comfort makes the rescue. Ant. I have offended reputation; A most unnoble swerving Eros. Sir, the Queen. Ant. O whither haft thou led me, Egypt? fee How I convey my shame out of thine eyes; By looking back on what I've left behind, 'Stroy'd in difhonour. Cleo. Oh, my Lord, my Lord; Forgive my fearful fails; i little thought Ant. Egypt, thou knew't too well, My heart was to thy rudder ty'd by th' string, Cleo. Oh, my pardon. Ant. Now I must To the young man fend humble treaties, dodge With half the bulk o' th' world, play'd as I pleas'd, You did know, How much you were my conqueror; and that Cleo. O, pardon, pardon. Ant. Fall not a tear, I fay; one of them rates All that is won and loft: give me a kiss, Even this repays me.. We fent our fchoolmaster; is he come back?? Love, I am full of lead; fome wine, Within there, and our viands. Fortune knows, We scorn her most,' when most she' offers blows. [Exe. SCENE VIII. Changes to Cafar's camp. Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Thyreus, with others" Caf. Let him appear that's come from Antony.. Know you him? Dol. Cæfar, 'tis his fchoolmaster; An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither: He fends fo poor a pinnion of his wing, Enter Ambafador from Antony.. Caf. Approach, and speak. Amb. Such as I am, I come from Antony :: I was of late as petty to his ends, As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf To the grand fea. Caf. Be't fo, declare thine office. Amb. Lord of his fortunes he falutes thee, and! To let him breathe between the heav'ns and earth;, Caf. For Antony, I have no ears to his requeft. The Queen- Caf. Bring him through the bands. [Exit. Ambal To try thy eloquence now 'tis time: dispatch; From Antony win Cleopatra ; promife; [To Thyreus In their best fortunes ftrong; but want will perjure Thyr. Cæfar, I go. Caf Observe how Antony becomes his flaw; : And what thou think'ft his very action speaks.. In every power that moves.. Thyr. Cæfar, I fhall. [Exeunts |