"Both as the fame, (or rather ours the elder), Eno. That I beheld. Mine eyes did ficken at the fight, and could not Scar." She once being looft, "The noble ruin of her magic, Antony, Claps on his fea-wing, like a doating mallard, Eno. Alack, alack! Enter Canidius. Can. Our fortune on the sea 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 grofsly, by his own. Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? why then, good night, indeed. Can. Towards Peloponnefus are they fled. And there I will attend what further conès. 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 The wounded chance of Antony, though my reafon 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 myself refolv'd upon a course, • My treasure's in the harbour. Take itoh, My very hairs do mutiny; for the white Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them I'll fee you by and by. [Sits downs Enter Cleopatra, led by Charmian and Iras, to Antony. Eros. Nay, gentle Madam. to him, comfort him. Char. Do? why, what else? Cleo. Lt me fit down; oh Juno! Ant. No, no, no, no, no. Eros. See you here, Sir! Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie. Char. Madam Iras. Madam, oh good Emprefs! Eros. Sir, Sir. Ant. "Yes, my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept.. In the brave fquares of war; yet now no matter- Eros. The Queen, my Lord, the Queen Iras. Go to him, Madam, speak 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 Your comfort makes the refcue Ant. I have offended reputation; A moft unnoble fwerving Eros. Sir, the Queen. Ant. O whither haft thou led me, Ægypt? fee 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, Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods Cleo. Oh, my pardon. Ant. Now I muft 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. Ant. Fall not a tear, I fay; one of them rates We fent our schoolmafter; is he come back?. Within there, and our viands. Fortune knows, SCENE VIII. Changes to Gafar's camp. [Exe Enter Cafar, grippa, Dolabella, Thyreus, with others. Caf. Let him appear that's come from Antony. Know you him? Dol. Cæfar, 'tis his fchoolmaster; He fends fo poor a pinnion of his wing, Which had fuperfluous kings for Meffengers, Enter Ambaffador 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. Amb. Lord of his fortunes he falutes thee, and Requires to live in Ægypt; which not granted, He leffens his requefts, and to thee fues To let him breathe between the heav'ns and earth, Caf. For Antony, I have no cars to his requeft. The Queen Caf. Bring him through the bands. [Exit Ambaf. To try thy eloquence now 'tis time: dispatch; From Antony win Cleopatra ; promise; [To Thyreus. And, in our name, when the requires, add more As thine invention offers. Women are not In their best fortunes ftrong; but want will perjure Thyr. Cæfar, I go. Caf. Obferve how Antony becomes his flaw; And what thou think'ft his very action speaks In every power that moves. Thyr. Cæfar, I fhall. SCENE IX. Changes to Alexandria. Enter Cleopatra, Ænobarbus, Charmian, and Iras. Eno. Drink and die f. Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this? Have nick'd his captainfhip, at fuch a point, Cleo. Pr'ythee, peace. Enter Antony, with the Ambassador. Ant. Is that his anfwer? 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 grizzled head, With principalities. Cleo. Thy head, my Lord! Ant. To him again; tell him, he wears the rofe May be a coward's whofe minifters would prevail As i' th' command of Cæfar. I dare him therefore And + This reply of Enobarbus fcems grounded upon a particularity in the conduct of Antony and Cleopatra, which is related by Plutarch: That, after their defeat at Actium, they inftituted a fociety of friends, who entered into engagement to die with them; tot a bating in the mean time any part of their luxury, exceis, and in which they had lived before. |