Enter Antony and Enobarbus. Ant. Set we our squadrons on yond side o' th' hill, In eye of Cafar's battle; from which place We may the number of the fhips behold, And fo proceed accordingly. SCENE [Exeunt. VII. 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 noise of a feain fight. Alarm. Enter Enobarbus. Eno. Naught, naught, all naught. I can behold no longer; 5 Th' Antonias, the Egyptian admiral, With all their fixty, fly, and turn the rudder; Enter Scarus. Scar. Gods and Goddeffes, All the whole Synod of them! Scar. The greater cantle of the world is loft Eno. How appears the fight? Scar. On our fide like the 7 token'd peftilence, 8 Where death is fure. Yon ribauld nag of Egypt, , Whom leprofy o'ertake! i' th' midft o' th' fight, When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd Both as the fame, or rather ours the elder; 'The brieze upon her, like a cow in June, Hoifts fails, and flies. Eno. That I beheld: Mine eyes did ficken at the fight, and could not Scar. She once being looft, The noble ruin of her magick, Antony, Eno. 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, 8 -ribauld-] A luxurious fquanderer. POPE. The word is in the old edition ribaudred, which I do not underftand, but mention it, in hopes others may raife fome happy conjecture. 9 Whom leprofy o'ertake! -] Leprofy, an epidemical diftemper of the Egyptians; to which Ho Contaminato cum grege turpium • The brieze upon her,-] The brieze is the gad-fly, which in fummer ftings the cows, and drives them violently about. Can. Can. To Cafar will I render My legions and my horse; fix Kings already Eno. I'll yet follow 2 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, And make your peace with Cafar.. Omnes. Fly! not we. Ant. I've fled myself, and have inftructed cowards To run, and fhew their fhoulders. I have my elf refolv'd upon a course, My treasure's in the harbour. Friends, be gone. Be gone, I follow'd that I blush to look upon; Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them 2 The wounded chance of Antony,-] I know not whether the authour, who loves to draw his images from the fports of the field, might not have written, The wounded chafe of Antony,The allufion is to a deer wound ed and chafed, whom all other deer avoid. I will, fays Enobarbus, follow Antony, though chofed and wounded. The common reading however may very well stand. 3fo lated in the world,-] Alluding to a benighted traveller. I will poffefs you of that fhip and treasure. [Sits down. Enter Cleopatra, led by Charmion 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! 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 6 The lean and wrinkled Caffius, and 'twas I, 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 unqualitied with very fhame. Cleo. Well then, fuftain me; oh! 8 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 whether haft thou led me, Egypt? fee, 9 How I convey my fhame 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'ft too well, My heart was to thy rudder ty'd by th' ftring, 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, Cleo. O, pardon, pardon. 8-death will feize her, but Your comfort, &c.] But has here, as once before in this play, the force of except, or unless. 9 How I convey my fame-] How, by looking another way, 1. ty'd by th firing,]. That is, by the heart firing. Ant. 1 |