To do you justice, make their ministers

Of us, and thofe that love you. Be of comfort,
And ever welcome to us.

Agr. Welcome, lady.

Mec. Welcome, dear Madam.

Each heart in Rome does love and pity you;
Only th' adulterous Antony, most large
In his abominations, turns you off,

And gives his potent regiment to a trull,
That nofes it against us.

Octa. Is it fo, Sir?

Caf. It is most certain: fifter, welcome; pray you, Be ever known to patience. My dear'st fifter! [Exeunt.

SCENE, near the Promontory of Actium.

Cleo.

I

Enter Cleopatra and Enobarbus.

will be even with thee, doubt it not.
Eno. But why, why, why?

Cleo. Thou haft forefpoke my being in these wars; And say'ft, it is not fit.

Eno. Well; is it, is it?

Cleo. Is't not denounc'd against us? why should not we be there in person?

Eno. Well, I could reply; if we should ferve with horfe and mares together, the horfe were merely loft; the mares would bear a foldier and his horfe.

Cleo. What is't you say?

Eno. Your prefence needs must puzzle Antony; Take from his heart, take from his brain, from's time, What should not then be spar'd. He is already Traduc'd for levity, and 'tis faid in Rome,

Why muft Shakespeare be guilty of fuch an obvious falfe Concord? the bigh Gods make his Minifters? He has not writ thus in a parallel Paffage; and therefore the Abfurdity ought to be laid to the Editors.

Macbeth

Is ripe for fhaking, and the Pow'rs above
Put on their Inftruments.

Macbeth.

That Photinus an eunuch, and your maids,
Manage this war.

Cleo. Sink Rome, and their tongues rot

That speak againft us! A charge we bear i'th' war;
And, as the prefident of my Kingdom, will I
Appear there for a man. Speak not against it,
I will not ftay behind.

Enter Antony and Canidius.

Eno. Nay, I have done: here comes the Emperor. Ant. Is it not strange, Canidius,

That from Tarentum, and Brundufium,

He could fo quickly cut th' Ionian sea,

And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, Sweet?
Cleo. Celerity is never more admir'd

Than by the negligent.

Ant. A good rebuke,

Which might have well become the best of men
To taunt at flackness. Canidius, we

Will fight with him by fea.

Cleo. By fea, what else?

Can. Why will my Lord do fo?

Ant. For that he dares us to❜t.

Eno. So hath my Lord dar'd him to fingle fight.
Can. Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharfalia,
Where Cafar fought with Pompey. But thefe offers,
Which ferve not for his vantage, he shakes off;
And fo fhould you.

Eno. Your fhips are not well mann'd,
Your mariners are muleteers, reapers, people
Ingroft by fwift imprefs. In Cafar's fleet
Are thofe that often have 'gainst Pompey fought;
Their fhips are yare, yours heavy: no difgrace
Shall fall you for refufing him at fea,
Being prepar'd for land.

Ant. By fea, by sea.

Eno. Moft worthy Sir, you therein throw away
The abfolute foldiership you have by land;
Distract your army, which doth most confift
Of war-mark'd footmen: leave unexecuted

Your

Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego
The way which promises affurance, and
Give up yourself meerly to chance and hazard,
From firm fecurity.

Ant. I'll fight at fea.

Cleo. I have fixty fails, Cæfar none better.
Aut. Our overplus of fhipping will we burn,

And, with the reft full-mann'd, from th' head of Actium Beat the approaching Cæfar. But if we fail,

We then can do't at land.

Thy business ?

Enter a Messenger.

Mef. The news is true, my Lord; he is defcry'd; Cæfar has taken Toryne.

Ant. Can he be there in perfon? 'tis impoffible.
Strange, that his power fhould be fo. Canidius,
Our nineteen legions thou fhalt hold by land,

And our twelve thousand horfe. We'll to our ships
Away, my Thetis!

Enter a Soldier.

How now, worthy foldier?

Sold. Oh noble Emperor, do not fight by fea, Trust not to rotten planks: do you mifdoubt

This fword, and thefe my wounds? let the Egyptians And the Phenicians go a ducking: we

Have us'd to conquer standing on the earth,

And fighting foot to foot.

Ant. Well, well, away. [Exeunt Ant. Cleo. and Enob,
Sold. By Hercules, I think, I am i'th' right.

Can. Soldier, thou art; but his whole action grows

Not in the power on't: fo our leader's led,

And we are women's men.

Sold. You keep by land

The legions and the horfe whole, do you not?
Can. Marcus O&avius, Marcus Jufteius,

Publicola, and Celius, are for fea:

But we keep whole by land. This speed of Cæfar's

Carries beyond belief.

VOL. VII.

Sold. While he was yet in Rome,

His power went out in fuch distractions as
Beguil'd all fpies.

Can. Who's his lieutenant, hear you?
Sold. They fay, one Taurus.

Can. Well I know the man.

Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. The Emperor calls Canidius.

Can. With news the time's in labour, and throes forth,

Each minute, fome.

Enter Cæfar, with his army marching.

Caf. Taurus?

Taur. My Lord.

[Exeunt.

Caf. Strike not by land. Keep whole, provoke not

battle,

"Till we have done at fea. Do not exceed

The prefcript of this fcroul: our fortune lies

Upon this jump.

Enter Antony and Enobarbus.

[Exeunt.

Ant. Set we our squadrons on yond fide o'th' hill,
In eye of Cafar's battle; from which place
We may the number of the fhips behold,
And fo proceed accordingly.

[Exeunt.

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 feafight. Alarm. Enter Enobarbus.

Ene. Naught, naught, all naught, I can behold no longer;

Th' Antonias, the Egyptian admiral,

With all their fixty, fly, and turn the rudder:

To fee't, mine eyes are blasted.

Enter Scarus.

Scar. Gods and Goddeffes,

All

.

All the whole Synod of them!
Eno. What's thy paffion?

Scar. The greater cantle of the world is loft
With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away
Kingdoms and Provinces.

Eno. How appears the fight?

Scar. On our fide like the token'd peftilence, Where death is fure. Your ribauld nag of Egypt, (Whom leprofy o'er-take!) i'th' midst o'th' fight, (When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd Both as the fame, or rather ours the elder ;) The breeze 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
Endure a further view.

Scar. She once being looft,

The noble ruin of her magick, Antony,
Claps on his fea-wing, like a doating mallard,
Leaving the fight in height, flies after her:
I never faw an action of fuch fhame;
Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before
Did violate so 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:
Oh, he has given example for our flight,
Moft grofly by his own.

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

Can. Toward Peloponnefus are they fled.

Scar. "Tis eafy to't.

And there I will attend what further comes.

Can. To Cæfar will I render

My legions and my horfe; fix Kings already
Shew me the way of yielding.

Eno. I'll yet follow