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And the Phoenicians, go a ducking; we
Have us'd to conquer, standing on the earth,
And fighting foot to foot.
Ant. Well, well, away.

and Arran DA NT.

Diom. By Hercules, I think I'm i' the right. Canid. Soldier, thou art: but this whole action grows Not in the pow'r on't: So our leader's led, And we are women's men. Diom. You keep by land The legions and the horse whole, do you not? Canid. Marcus Octavius, Marcus J usteius, Publicola, and Cmlius, are for sea: But we keep whole by land. This speed of Caesar's Carries beyond belief. Diom. While he was yet in Rome, His power went out in such distractions, as Beguil'd all spies.

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Who's his lieutenant, hear you?
T hey say, one Taurus.
Well I know the man.

Enter Attendanr.

The Emperor calls Canidius.
With news the time's in labour, and throws

forth, Each minute some. [Exeunh



A Room in the Palace.

Enter Antony and Attendants.

Ant. Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon't; It is asham'd to bear me.—Friends, come hither; I am so lated in the world, that I Have lost my way for ever: I have a ship Laden with gold; take that, divide it; fly, And make your peace with Caesar.

Atten. Fly! not we.

Ant. I have fled myself; and have instructed cowards To run, and show their shoulders. Friends, begone: I have myself resolved upon a course Which has no need of you; begone, begone: |My treasure's in the harbour, take it.—O, I follow'd that, I blush to look upon: !My very hairs do mutiny; for the white Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them For fear and doting.—Friends, begone; you shall ; Have letters from me to some friends, that will : Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad, J Nor make replies of loathness, take the hint Which my despair proclaims; let that be left Which leaves itself: to the sea-side straight away; I will possess you of that ship and treasure. Leave me, I pray, a little: pray you now:

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Nay, do so; for, indeed, I have lost command,
Therefore I pray you: I'll see you by and by.

[Exeunt Attendants. Throws himself on a Couch.

Enter Eros, with Cleopatra, led by Iras and Charm Ian.

Eros. Nay, gentle madam, to him, comfort him.

Iras. Do, most dear queen.

Char. Do! Why, what else?

Cleo. Let me sit down.—O Juno!

Ant. No, no, no, no, no.

Eros. See you here, sir?

Ant. O, fie! fie ! fie!

Char. Madam.—

Iras. Madam, good empress.—

Eros. Sir, sir.—

Ant. Yes, my lord, yes;—He, at Philippi, kept His sword even like a dancer; while I struck The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas I, That the mad Brutus ended; he alone Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had In the brave squares of war: Yet now—No matter.

Cleo. Ah me !—Stand by. [Rising.

Eros. The queen, my lord, the queen.

Iras. Go to him, madam, speak to him; he is unquality'd With very shame.

Cleo. Well then,—Sustain me :—O!

Eros. Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches; Her head's declin'd, and death will seize her; but Your comfort makes the rescue.

Ant. I have offended reputation; A most unnoble swerving.

Eros. Sir, the queen.

Ant. O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See

[Starting up. How I convey my shame out of thine eyes,

By looking back on what I have left behind
'Stroy'd in dishonour.

Cleo. O, my lord, my lord!
Forgive my fearful sails; I little thought,
You would have follow'd.

Ant. Egypt, thou knevv'st too well,
My heart was to thy rudder ty'd by the strings,
And thou shouldst tow me after: O'er my spirit
Thy full supremacy thou knew'st; and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
Command me.

Cleo. O, my pardon.

Ant. Now I must To the young man send humble 'treaties, dodge And palter in the shifts of lowness; who With half the bulk o'the world play'd as I pleas'd, Making, and marring, fortunes. You did know, How much you were my conqueror; and that My sword, make weak by my affection, would Obey it on all causes.

Cleo. Pardon, pardon.

Ant. Fall not 'd tear, I say; one of them rates All that is won and lost: Give me a kiss; Even this repays me.—We sent our soothsayer, Is he come back ?—Love, I am full of lead :— Some wine, there, and our viands:—Fortune knows, We scorn her most, when most she offers blows.



A Camp in Egypt.
Cesar's Tent.

Enter Cesar, Thyreus, Dolabella, and Others.

Oct. Let him appear, that's come from Antony:— Know you him?

Dol. Caesar, 'tis his soothsayer:
An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither
He sends so poor a pinion of his wing,
Which had superfluous kings for messengers,
Not many moons gone by.

Enter Soothsayer.

Oct. Approach, and speak.

Sooth. 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 his grand sea.

Oct. Be it so; declare thine office.

Sooth. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and Requires to live in Egypt: which, not granted, He lessens his request; and of thee sues To let him breathe between the heavens and earth, A private man in Athens: This for him. Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness; Submits her to thy might; and of thee craves The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs, Now hazarded to thy grace.

Oct. For Antony,

have no ears to bis request. The queen,

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