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

Ant. I'll fight at fea.

Cleo. I have fixty fails, Cafar none better.

Ant. 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 defcried; Cafar 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 fhip;
Away, my Thetis!

Enter a Soldier.

How now, worthy foldier ?

Sol. Oh noble Emperor, do not fight by sea, Trust not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt

This sword, and these my wounds? let the Ægyptians And the Phænicians 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:

Sol. 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.

Sol. You keep by land

The legions and the horse whole, do you not?
Can. Marcus Octavius, Marcus fufteius,

Publicola, and Calius, are for fea :

But we keep whole by land. This fpeed of Cefar's

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Carries beyond belief.

Sol. While he was yet in Rome,

His power went out in such 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.

[Exeunt.

Upon this jump.

[Exeunt,

The prescript of this fcroul: our fortune lyes

Enter Antony and Enobarbus.

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

[Exeunt.

Canidius, marching with his land-army one way over the flage; and Taurus, the lieutenant of Cæfar, the other way: after their going in, is heard the noise of a feafight. Alarum. Enter Enobarbus.

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

Th' Antonias, the Egyptian admiral,

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

To fee't, mine eyes are blafted.

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 Ægypt (Whom leprofie 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 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 fo itself.

Eno. Alack, alack.

Enter Canidius.

Can. Our fortune on the fea is out of breath,
And finks most 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 eafie to't.

And there I will attend what further comes.

Can. To Cafar will I render

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

Eno. I'll yet follow

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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,
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; flie,

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.
Friends, be gone.

-oh,

I have myself refolv'd upon a course,
Which has no need of you. Be gone,
My treasure's in the harbour. Take it-
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 to 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 them be left,
Which leave themfelves. To the fea-fide straight-way:
I will poffefs you of that ship and treasure.
Leave me, I pray, a little; pray you now
Nay, do fo; for, indeed, I've loft command.
Therefore, I pray you-

-I'll fee you by and by..

[Sits down.

Enter Cleopatra, led by Charmian and Iras, to Antony.

Eros. Nay, gentle Madam, to him, comfort him. Iras. Do, moft dear Queen.

Char. Do? why, what else?

Cleo. Let 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
His fword e'en like a dancer, while I ftrook
The lean and wrinkled Caffius; 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-
Cleo. Ah, ftand by.

Eres. The Queen, my lord, the Queen

Iras. Go to him, Madam, fpeak to him,

He is unqualitied with very shame.

Cleo. Well then, fuftain me; oh!

Eros. Most noble Sir, 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 moft unnoble fwerving

Eros. Sir, the Queen.

Ant. O whither haft thou led me, Ægypt ? fee,
How I convey my shame 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,
You would have follow'd.

Ant. Egypt, thou knew'ft too well,

My heart was to thy rudder ty'd by th' ftring,
And thou should'ft towe 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.

Cleo. Oh, my pardon.

Ant. Now I muft

To the young man fend humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the shift of lowness; 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 fword, made weak by my affection, would

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