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, Cleo. Sink Rome, and their Tongues rot That speak against us. A charge we bear i'th' War, Appear there for a Man. Speak not against it, Enter Antony and Canidius. Eno. Nay I have done, here comes the Emperor. That from Tarentum, and Brundufium, He could fo quickly cut the Ionian Sea, And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, Sweet? 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. Eno. Eno. Your Ships are not well Mann'd, Are thofe, that often have 'gainst Pompey fought, Ant. By Sea, by Sea. Eno. Moft worthy Sir, you therein throw away 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 We then can do't at Land. Thy business? Enter a Meffenger. Mef. The News is true, my Lord, he is defcried, Ant. Can he be there in Perfon? 'Tis impoffible Enter a Soldier. How now, worthy Soldier? Sold. Oh Noble Emperor, do not fight by Sea, This Sword, and thefe my Wounds; let th' Ægyptians 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 Sold. You keep by Land The Legions and the Horfe whole, do you not? Publicola, and Celius, are for Sea: But we keep whole by Land. This speed of Cafar's Seld. While he was yet in Rome His power went out in fuch distractions, Can. Who's his Lieutenant, hear you? 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 Eno. How appears the fight? Scar. On our fide like the Token'd Pestilence, 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 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 Enter Enter Antony with Attendants. Ant. Hark, the Land bids me tread no more upon't, 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- Oh, My very Hairs do mutiny: for the white Therefore, I pray you I'll fee you by and by. [Sits down. 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? Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie. Char. Madam. Iras. Madam, Oh good Emprefs. Eros. Sir, Sir. Ant. Yes, my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept Dealt |