Cleo. Thou haft forespoke my being in these Wars; And fay'ft it is not fit.

Eno. Well; is it, is it?

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

Eno. Well, I could reply; if we fhould ferve with Hörfe and Mares together, the Horfe were merely luft; the Mares would bear a Soldier and his Horfe.

Cleo. What is't you say?

Eno. Your prefence needs muft puzzle Antony, "Take from his Heart, take from his Brain, take from's time, What should not then be fpar'd. He is already

Traduc'd for Levity, and 'cis faid in Rome,
That Photinus an Eunuch, and your Maids
Manage this War.

Cleo. Sink Rome, and their Tongues rot

That speak against us. A charge we bear i'th' War,
And as the Prefident of my Kingdom will

Appear there for a Man. Speak not against it,
I will not stay behind.

Enter Antony and Canidius.

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

That from Tarentum, and Brundufium,

He could fo quickly cut the 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 becom'd the best of Men

To taunt at flackness. Canidius, we,

Will fight with him by Sea.

Cleo. By Sea, 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 his Battel at Pharfalia,
Where Cafar fought with Pompey. But thefe offers
Which ferve not for his Vantage, he shakes off,
And fo fhould you.

Eno.

Eno. Your Ships are not well Mann'd,
Your Mariners are Muliters, Reapers, People,
Ingroft by fwift Imprefs. In Cafar's Fleet

Are thofe, that often have 'gainst Pompey fought,
Their Ships are yare,, yours heavy: no difgrace
Shall fall you for refufing him at Sea,
Being prepar'd for Land.

Ant. By Sea, by Sea.

Eno. Moft worthy Sir, you therein throw away
The abfolute Soldiership you have by Land,
Distract your Army, which doth most confift
Of War-mark'd-Footmen, leave unexecuted
Your own renowned Knowledge, quite forego
The way which promises affurance, and
Give up your felf meerly to chance and hazard,
From firm Security.

Ant. I'll fight at Sea.

Cleo. I have fixty Sails, Cafar none better.

Ant. Our over-plus of Shipping will we burn,

And with the reft full-mann'd, from th' Heart of Altium
Beat th' approaching Cafar. But if we fail,

We then can do't at Land.

Thy business?

Enter a Meffenger.

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. Canidim,
Our nineteen Legions thou shalt hold by Land,
And our twelve thoufand Horfe. We'll to our Ship,
Away my Thetis.

Enter a Soldier.

How now, worthy Soldier?

Sold. Oh Noble Emperor, do not fight by Sea,
Truft not to rotten Planks: Do you misdoubt

This Sword, and thefe my Wounds; let th' Ægyptians
And the Phoenicians go a Ducking: we

Have us'd to Conquer standing on the Earth,

And fighting foot to foor.

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

Can. Soldier thou art: but the whole Action grows
Not in the power on't: fo our Leaders lead,
And we are Womens Men.

Sold. You keep by Land

The Legions and the Horfe whole, do you not?
Ven. Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justius,

Publicola, and Celius, are for Sea:

But we keep whole by Land. This speed of Cafar's
Carries beyond belief.

Seld. While he was yet in Rome

His power went out in fuch distractions,
As beguil'd all Spies.

Can. Who's his Lieutenant, hear you?
Sold. They fay, one Torus.

Can. Well, I know the Man.

Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. The Emperor calls Canidius.

Can. With News the Time's in Labour, and throws forth Each minute, fome. :

Enter Cæfar with his Army, marching.

Caf. Torus?

Tor. My Lord.

[Exeunt.

Caf. Strike not by Land.

Keep whole, provoke not Battel

'Till we have done at Sea.

Do not exceed

Upon this jump.

The Prescript of this Scroul: Our Fortune lyes

Enter Antony, and Enobarbus.

Ant. Set we our Squdrons on yond fide o'th' Hill,

[Exit.

In Eye of Cafar's Battel, from which place

We may the number of the Ships behold,

And fo proceed accordingly.

[Exit.

Canidius marching with his Land Army one way over the

Stage, and Torus the Lieutenant of Cæfar the other way after their going in, is heard the noise of a Sea-fight. Alarum. · Enter Enobarbus and Scarus.

Eno. Naught, naught, all naught, I can behold no longer; Thantoniad, the Ægyptian Admiral,

With all their fixty flie, and turn the Rudder:

To fee't, mine Eyes are blafted.

... Enter

Enter Scarus.

Scar, Gods, and Goddeffes, 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 kifs'd away
Kingdoms and Provinces.

Eno. How appears the fight?

Scar. On our fide like the Token'd Pestilence,
Where Death is fure. Your ribauld Nag of Egypt,
Whom Leprofie o'er, i'th' very midft o'th' fight,
When Vantage like a pair of Twinns appear'd
Both of the fame, or rather ours the Elder;
The Breeze upon her, like a Cow in June,
Hoifts Sails, and flies.

Eno. That I beheld:

Mine Eyes did ficken at the fight, and could not
Indure a further view.

Scar. She once being looft ;

The Noble ruin of her Magick, Antony,
Claps on his Sea-wing, and like a doating Mallard,
Leaving the Fight in heighth, flies after her:
I never faw an Action of fuch fhame;
Experience, Manhood, Honour ne'er before,
Did violate fo it self.

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 grofly by his own.

Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? Why then goodnight 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

The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason
Sits in the Wind against me,

Enter

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 so lated in the World, that I

Have loft my way for ever.

I have a Ship Laden with Gold, take that, divide it; flie, And make your peace with Cafar.

Omnes. Fly! Not we.

Ant. I have fled my felf, and have inftructed Cowards To run, and fhew their Shoulders. Friends, be gone, I have my felf 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 blufh to look upon,

Oh,

My very Hairs do mutiny: for the white
Reprove the brown for rafhnefs, and they them
For fear, and doating. Friends, be gone, you shall
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 themselves, to the Sea-fide ftraight-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 have loft command,

Therefore, I pray you I'll fee you by and by. [Sits down.
Enter Cleopatra, led by Charmian and Eros.

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 Sword e'en like a Dancer, while I ftrook
The lean and wrinkled Caffius, and 'twas I
That the mad Brutas ended; he alone

Dealt