Most grofly by his own.

Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? why then, good night indeed.

Can. Toward Peloponnefus are they fled.
Scar. 'Tis easy to't.

And there I will attend what further comes.
Can. To Cæfar will I render

My legions and my horse; fix kings already
Shew me the way of yielding.

Eno. I'll yet follow

The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason 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, that I

Have loft my way for ever. I've a fhip
Laden with gold, take that, divide it; fly,
And make your peace with Cæfar.

Omnes. Fly! not we.

:

Ant. I've fled myself, and have inftructed cowards To run, and fhew their fhoulders. Friends, be

gone.

I have myfelf refolv'd upon a course,

Which has no need of you. Be gone.
My treasure's in the harbour. Take it. Oh,
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 doating. Friends, be gone; you fhall
Have letters from me to fome friends, that will
Sweep your way for you. Pray you look not fad,
Nor make replies of lothnefs; take the hint
Which my defpair proclaims. Let them be left
Which leave themfelves. To the fea-fide. Straight-

way

I will poffefs you of that fhip and treasure.
Leave me, I pray, a little; pray you now
Nay, do fo; for, indeed, I've loft command.
Therefore, I pray you I'll fee you by and by.
[Sits down.

VOL. IX.

F.

Enter Cleopatra, led by Charmian and Iras, to
Antony.

Eros. Nay, gentle Madam, to him. Comfort him.
Iras. Do, moft dear Queen.

Char. Do? why, what else?

Cleo. Let me fit down.

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

Eros. See you here, Sir!
Ant. Oh, fy, fy, fy.
Char. Madam-

Oh Juno!

Iras. Madam, oh good Empress!
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—
Cleo. Ah, ftand by.

Eros. The Queen, my Lord, the Queen-
Iras. Go to him, Madam, fpeak to him:

He is unqualitied 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 refcue.

Ant. I have offended reputation;

A most unnoble fwerving

Eros. Sir, the Queen.

Ant O whither haft thou led me, Egypt? fee
How I convey my fhame out of thine eyes;
By looking back on what I've left behind,
"Stroyed in difhonour.

Cleo. Oh, my Lord, my Lord,
Forgive my fearful fails: I little thought
You would have follow'd.:

Ant. Egypt, thou knew't too well
My heart was to thy rudder ty'd by the string

That is, by the heart-firing. Johnson.

And thou shouldft towe me after.

O'er my fpirit Thy full fupremacy thou knew'ft; and that Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods Command me.

Cleo. Oh, my pardon.

Ant. Now I must

To the young man fend humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the fhifts of lownels; who,

With half the bulk o' th' world, play'd as I pleas'd,
Making and marring fortunes. You did know
How much you were my conqueror; and that
My fword, made weak by my affection, would
Obey it on all cause.

Cleo. O pardon, pardon.

Ant. Fall not a tear, I fay; one of them rates
All that is won and loft. Give me a kifs :
Even this repays me..

We fent our schoolmaster; is he come back?
Love, I am full of lead; fome wine,

Within there, and our viands. Fortune knows,
We fcorn her moft when moft fhe offers blows.

SCENE

VIII.

Changes to Cæfar's Camp.

[Exeunt.

Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Thyreus, with others.

Caf. Let him appear that's come from Antony. Know you him?

Dol. Cæfar, 'tis his schoolmaster ;

An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither
He fends fo poor a pinion of his wing,

Which had fuperfluous kings for messengers,.
Not many moons gone by.

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.

1

Amb. Lord of his fortunes he falutes thee, and Requires to live in Egypt; which not granted, He leffens his requests, and to thee fues

To let him breathe between the heav'ns and earth
A private man in Athens. This for him.
Next Cleopatra does confefs thy greatness;
Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves
The circle of the Ptolemies * for her heirs,
Now hazarded to thy grace.

Caf. For Antony,

I have no ears to his request. The Queen
Of audience, nor defire, fhall fail, fo The
From Agypt drive her all-difgraced friend,
Or take his life there. This if the perform,
She fhall not fue unheard. So to them both.
Amb. Fortune purfue thee!

Caf. Bring him through the bands.

[Exit Ambafador. To try thy eloquence now 'tis time; difpatch, From Antony win Cleopatra; promise,

[To Thyreus. And in our name, when fhe requires, add more, From thine invention, offers. Women are not In their beft fortunes ftrong; but want will perjure The ne'er-touch'd vestal. Try thy cunning, Thy

reus;

Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we
Will anfwer as a law.

Thyr. Cæfar, I go.

Caf. Oblerve how Antony becomes his flaw; And what thou think'ft his very action speaks In every power that moves..

Thyr. Cæfar, I fhall.

[Exeunt

* The diadem, the enfign of royalty. Fahnson.

Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, and Iras.

Cleo. What fhall we do, Enobarbus?

Eno. Think, and die.

Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this?
Eno Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his reafon. What although you fled >
From that great face of war, whofe feveral ranges
Frighted each other? why fhould he follow you?
The itch of his affection thould not then

Have nick'd his captainfhip; at fuch a point,
When half to half the world oppos'd, he being
The meered queftion. 'Twas a fhame no lefs
Than was his lofs, to course your flying flags,
And leave his navy gazing.

Cleo. Pr'ythee, peace.

Enter Antony, with the Ambasador.

Ant. Is that his answer?

Amb. Ay, my, Lord.

Ant. The Queen fhall then have courtesy, So fhe will yield us up.

Amb. He fays fo.

Ant. Let her know't.

To the boy Cæfar fend this grizled head,
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim

With principalities.

Cleo. That head, my Lord?

Ant. To him again. Tell him, he wears the ròfe

Of youth upon him, from which the world fhould:

note

Something particular; his coin, fhips, legions,
May be a coward's, whofe minifters would prevail:
Under the fervice of a child, as foon

As i' th' command of Cæfar. I dare him therefore