"Both as the fame, or rather ours the elder,—
"The breeze upon her, like a cow in June,
"Hoits fails, and flies.

"Eno. That I beheld; mine eyes

"Did ficken at the fight of it, and could not "Endure a further view.

"Sca. She once being looft,

"The noble ruin of her magic, Antony,

"Claps on his fea-wing, and, like a doating mallard "Leaving the fight in height, flies after her: "I never faw an action of such shame;

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Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before "Did violate fo itself.

"Eno. Alack, alack!

Enter Canidius.

Can. Our fortune on the fea is out of breath, And finks moft lamentably. Had our general Been what he knew himself, it had gone well: O, he has given example for our flight,

Moft grossly, by his own.

Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? Why then, good night, Indeed.

Can. Toward Peloponnefus are they fled.

Sca. 'Tis eafy to't: and there I will attend

What further comes.

[Exit.

Can. To Cafar will I render

My legions, and my horfe; fix kings already

Shew me the way of yielding.

[Exit.

Eno. I'll yet follow

The wounded chance of Antony, though my reafon

Sits in the wind against me.

[Exit.

SCENE. IX.

Alexandria.

A Room in the Palace.

Enter Antony, with 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 have a fhip
Laden with gold; take that, divide it; fly,
And make your peace with Cafar.

Att. Fly! not we.

be

Ant. I have fled myself; and have inftructed cowards
To run, and fhew their shoulders. Friends, begone:
I have myself refolv'd upon a course
Which has no need of
you; be gone, gone:
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 rafhnefs, and they them
For fear and doating.-Friends, be gone; you fhall
Have letters from me te 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 that be left
Which leaves itfelf: to the fea-fide straight away;
I will poffefs you of that fhip and treasure.
Leave me, I pray, a little; pray you now :
Nay, do fo; for, indeed, I have loft command,
Therefore I pray you: I'll fee you by and by *.

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[Exeunt. Attendants. Throws himself on a Gouch Enter Eros, with Cleopatra, led by Iras and Charmian. Ero. Nay, gentle madam, to him, comfort him. Ira. Do, most dear queen.

Cha. Do! why, what else?

Cle. Let me fit down. June !

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

Ero. See you here, fir 7

Ant. O fie, fie, fie.
Cha. Madam,

Ira. Madam, good emprefs,

Era Sir, fir,

Ant, Yes, my lord, yea;-he, at Philippi, kept
His fword even like a dancer; while I ftrook
The lean and wrinkl'd Caffins 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.

There is fomething pathetically affecting and natural in this addrefs which the defeated Antony makes to his followers. +Adverting to his former martial atchievements is, in his adverfe tuation, very natural and beautiful.

Cle. Ah me!-Stand by.

Ero. The queen, my lord, the queen.

Ira. Go to him, madam, speak to him; he is unquality'd

With very fhame.

Cle. Well then,-Suftain me :-O!

Ero. Moft noble fir, 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 fwerving:

Ero. Sir, the queen.

Ant. O, whither haft thou led me, Egypt? [Starting up.] See

How I convey my fhame out of thine eyes,

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

Cle. O my lord, my lord!

Forgive my fearful fails; I little thought,
You would have follow'd.

Ant. Egypt, thou knew'ft too well,

My heart was to thy rudder ty'd by the ftrings,
And thou should'ft tow 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.

Cle. O, my pardon.

Ant. Now I muft

To the young man fend humble 'treaties, dodge
And palter in the fhifts 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 fword, made weak by my affection, would
Obey it on all causes.

Cle. 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 school-mafter,
Is he come back?-Love, I am full of lead:

Some

Some wine, there, and our viands:-Fortune knows, We scorn her moft, when most she offers blows t.

SCENE X. A Camp in Egypt. Cæfar's Tent.

Enter Cæfar, Thyreus, Dolabella, and Others. Caf. Let him appear that's come from Antony.Know you him?

Dol. Cæfar, 'tis his fchool-mafter:

An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither
He fends so poor a pinion of his wing,
Which had fuperfluous kings for messengers,
Not many moons gone by.

Enter Euphronius.

Caf. Approach, and speak.

Eup. 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 feat.

Caf. Be it fo; declare thine office.

Eup. Lord of his fortunes he falutes thee, and
Requires to live in Egypt: which not granted,
He leffens his requests; and to thee fués
To let him breathe between the heaven 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 requeft. The queen
Of audience, nor defire, fhall fail; fo the
From Egypt drive her all-difgraced friend,
Or take his life there: This if the perform,
She fhall not fue unheard. So to them both.
Eup. Fortune pursue thee!

Antony, through this fcene, manifefts an irrefiftible attachment, though he feels ftrongly its difgraceful ruinous effects.

This is a very extravagant but an admirably fine idea,

Cef. Bring him through the bands.

[Exit Euphronius, attended. To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time: Dispatch; From Antony win Cleopatra: promife,

And in our name, what the requires; add more,
From thine invention offers: Women are not,

In their best fortunes, ftrong; but want will perjure
The ne'er-touch'd veftal: Try thy cunning, Thyreus ;
Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we
Will anfwer as a law.

Thy. Cafar, I go.

Caf. Obferve how Antony becomes his flaw

And what thou think'ft his very action speaks

In every power that moves.

Thy. Cafar, I fhall.

[Exeunt.

SCENE XI. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.

Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, and Iras. Cle. What shall we do, Enobarbus?

Eno. Drink, and die.

Cle. 'Is Antony, or we, in fault for this?

Eno. Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his reafon. What though you fled
From that great face of war, whofe feveral ranges
Frighted each other? why fhould he follow you
The itch of his affection fhould 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 courfe your flying flags,
And leave his navy gazing.

Cle. Pr'ythee, peace..

Enter Antony with Euphronius.

Ant. Is that his answer?

Eup. Ay, my lord.

Ant. The queen

Shall then have courtesy, fo fhe will yield

Us up.

E. My lord, he fays fo.