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Most grofly by his own.

Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? why then, good night indeed. Can. Toward Peloponnesus are they fled.

Scar. 'Tis easy to't.
And there I will attend what further comes.

Can. To Cælar 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 severally.
Enter Antony, with Eros and other Attendants.

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

Oinnes. Fly ! not we.
Ant. I've fled

myself, and have instructed cowards To run, and shew, their fhoulders. Friends, be

I have myself resolv'd upon a course,
Which has no need of you. Be gone.
My treasures 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 shall
Hàve letters frein me to some friends, that will
Sweep your way for you. Pray you look not sad,
Nor make replies of lothness; take the hint
Which my despair proclaims. Let them be left
Which leave themselves. To the sea-side. Straight-

I will possess you of that ship and treasure.
Leave me, I pray, a little ; pray you now
Nay, do fo; for, indeed, I've lost command.
Therefore, I pray you-

-I'll see you by and by.

[Sits downs. Vol. IX.



Enter Cleopatra, led by Charmian and Iras, to

Antony. Eros. Nay, gentle Madam, to him. Comfort him. Iras. Do, most dear Queen. Char. Do? why, what else ? Cleo. Let me sit down. Oh Juno! Ant. No, no, no, no, no. Eros. See you here, Sir ! Ant. Oh, fy, fy, fy. Char. MadamGras. Madam, oh good Empress! Eros. Sir, Sir.

Ant. Yes, my Lord, yes.-He at Philippi kept
His sword e'en like a dancer, while I strook
The lean and wrinkled Callius; 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, stand by.
Eros. The Queen, my Lord, the Queen-

Iras. Go to him, Madam, speak to him:
He is unqualitied with very shame.

Cleo Well then, sustain me, oh!
Eros. Most noble Sir, arise, the Queen ap-

proaches; Her head's declin'd, and death will seize her, but Your comfort makes the rescue.

Ant. I have offended reputation ; A most unnoble fwerving

Eros. Sir, the Queen.

Ant' O whither halt thou led me, Ægypt? see
How I convey my Name out of thine eyes;
By looking back on what I've left behind,
"Stroyed in dishonour.

Cleo. Oli, my Lord, my Lord,
Forgive iny fearful fails : I little thought
You would have tollow'd.

Ant. Ægypt, thou knew'st too well
My heart was to thy rudder ty'd by the string *

That is, by the heart-string. Johnson.

And thou shouldst towe 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. Oh, my pardon..

Ant. Now I must To the young man send humble treaties, dodge And palter in the shifts 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 sword, made weak by my. affection, would Obey it on all cause.

Cleo. O pardon, pardon.

Ant. Fall not a tear, I lay; one of them rates All that is won and lost. Give me a kiss : Even this repays me.. We sent our schoolmaster; is he come back? Love, I am full of lead; fome wine, Within there, and our viands. Fortune knows, We Scorn her most when molt The offers blows.

[Exeunt, SC E N E VIII.

Changes to Cæfar's Camp.
Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Thyreus,

with others.

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

Dol. Cæsar, 'tis his schoolmaster;
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 Ambassador 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 sea.

Cæj. Be't so. Declare thine office.

Amb. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and
Requires to live in Ægypt; which not granted,
He leflens his requests, and to thee sues
To let him breathe between the heav'ns 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.

Cæs. For Antony,
I have no ears to his request. The Queen
Of audience, nor desire, Mall fail, so The
From Aigypt drive her all-disgraced friend,
Or take his life there. This if the perform,
She fhall not fue unheard. So to them both.

Anb. Fortune pursue thee!
Cef. Bring him through the bands.

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

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

reus ; Make thine own ediet for thy pains, which we Will answer as a law.

Thyr. Cælar, I go.

Cal. oblerve how Antony becomes his flaw;
And whai thou think'st his very action speaks
In every power that moves.
Thym. Calar, I shall.

[Exeunt. "The diadum, the enlign of royalty: Fahnfor.

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Changes to Alexandria.
Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, and Iras,

Cleo. What shall 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 reason. What although you fled
From that great face of war, whose leveral ranges
Frighted each other? wliy should he follow you?
The itch of his affe&tion should not then
Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point,
When half to half the world oppos'd, he being
The meered question. 'Twas a shame no less
Than was his loss, 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 shall then have courtesy,
So she will yield us up.

Amb. He says so.

Ant. Let her know't.
To the boy Cæfar send 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

Of youth upon him, from which the world should
Something particular; his coin, Tips, legions,
May be a coward's, whose ministers would prevail :
Under the service of a child, as soon
As i' th' command of Cæsar. I dave him therefore


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