Wash the congealment from your Wounds, and kiss
The honour'd gathes whole. Give me thy Hand.[To Scarus.
Enter Cleopatra.

To this great Faiery, I'll commend thy acts,

Make her thanks blefs thee. O thou day o'th' World,
Chain mine arm'd Neck, leap thou, Attire and all
Through proof of Harnefs to my Heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.

Cleo. Lord of Lords,

Oh infinite Virtue, com'ft thou smiling from
The World's great Snare uncaught.

Ant. My Nightingale,

We have beat them to their Beds. What, Girl, though gray
Do fomething mingle with our younger brown, yet ha'we'
A brain that nourishes our Nerves, and can

Get gole for gole of Youth. Behold this Man,
Commend unto his Lips thy favouring Hand,
Kifs it my Warrior: He hath fought to day,
As if a God in hate of Mankind, had
Deftrayed in fuch a fhape.

Cleo. I'll give thee, Friend,

An Armour all of Gold; it was a King's.

Ant. He has deferv'd it, were it Carbunkled

Like holy Phabus Car. Give me thy Hand,
Through Alexandria make a jolly march,
Bear our hackt Targets, like the Men that owe them.
Had our great Palace the capacity

To Camp this hoaft, we all would fup together,
And drink Carowfes to the next Day's Fate
Which promifes Royal Peri!. Trumpeters
With brazen din blaft you the Cities Ear.
Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines,

That Heav'n and Earth may ftrike their founds together,
Applauding our Approach.

SCENE V.

[Exeunt.

Cafar's Camp.

Enter a Century, and his Company, Enobarbus follows. Cent. If we be not reliev'd within this hour, We must return to th' Court of Guard; the Night Is fhiny, and they fay, we fhall embattel

By

By th' fecond Hour i'th' Morn.

I Watch. This laft day was a fhrewd one to's.
Eno. Oh bear me witnefs Night.

2 Watch. What Man is this?

I Watch. Stand close, and lift him.

Eno. Be witnefs to me, O thou bleffed Moon,
When Men revolted fhall upon Record

Bear hateful memory; poor Enobarbus did
Before thy Face repent.

Cent. Enobarbus?

3 Watch. Peace; hark further.

Eno. Oh Sovereign Miftrefs of true Melancholy,
The poisonous damp of Night difpunge upon me,
That Life, a very Rebel to my Will,

May hang no longer on me, Throw my Heart
Against the flint and hardness of my Fault,
Which being dried with Grief, will break to Powder,
And finish all foul Thoughts. Oh Antony,
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,

Forgive me in thine own particular,
But let the World rank me in Register
A Master-leaver, and a Fugitive:
Oh Antony! Oh Antony!

1 Watch. Let's fpeak to him.

[Dies.

Cent. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cafar.

2 Watch. Let's do fo, but he fleeps.

Cent. Swoons rather, for fo bad a Prayer as his Was never yet for fleep.

1 Watch. Go we to him.

2 Watch. Awake, Sir, awake, speak to us. I Watch. Hear you, Sir?

Cent. The Hand of death hath caught him.

[Drums afar off. Hark how the Drums demurely wake the Sleepers: Let us bear him to th' Court of Guard; he is of note. Our Hour is fully out.

2 Watch. Come on then, he may recover yet. [Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE VI.

Between the two Camps.

Enter Antony, and Scarus, with their Army.
Ant. Their preparation is to day by Sea,
We please them not by Land.

Scar. For both, my Lord.

Ant, I would they'd fight i'th' Fire, or in the Air,
We'd fight there too. But this it is, our Foot
Upon the Hills adjoining to the City

Shall stay with us. Order for Sea is given,
They have put forth the Haven; Further on,
Where their appointment we may beft discover,
And look on their endeavour.

Enter Cæfar, and his Army.

[Exeunt. Caf. But being charg'd, we will be still by Land, Which as I take't we hall; for his beft force

Is forth to Man his Gallies. To the Vales,

And hold our beft Advantage.

[Exeunt.

[Alarum afar off, as at a Sea-fight.

Enter Antony, and Scarus.

Ant. Yet they are not join'd:

Where yond Pine ftands, I fhall discover all.
I'll bring thee word ftraight, how 'tis like to go.
Scar. Swallows have built

In Cleopatra's Sails their Nefts. The Auguries

[Exit.

Say, they know not-they cannot tell-look grimly,
And dare not speak their Knowledge.

Antony

Is valiant, and dejected, and by ftarts,
His fretted Fortunes give him hope and fear
Of what he has, and has not.

[Exit.

Alexandria.

This foul Agyptian hath betrayed me!

My Fleet hath yielded to the Foe, and yonder,
They caft their Caps up, and Carowse together

Like Friends long loft. Triple-turn'd Whore! 'tis thou

Haft

Haft fold me to this Novice, and my Heart
Makes only Wars on thee. Bid them all fly:
For when I am reveng'd upon my Charm,
I have done all. Bid them all fly, be gone.
Oh Sun, thy uprife fhall I fee no more:
Fortune and Antony part here, even here

Do we shake Hands-All come to this!The Hearts
That pannelled me at Heals, to whom I
gave
Their wishes, do dif-candy, melt their sweets
On bloffoming Cafar: And this Pine is bark'd,
That over-topt them all. Betray'd I am.
Oh this falfe Soul of Egypt! this grave Charm,
Whofe Eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home:
Whofe Bofom was my Crownet, my chief end,
Like a right Gipfie, hath at faft and loofe

Beguil'd me, to the very Heart of lofs.

What Eros, Eros!

Enter Cleopatra.

Ah, thou Spell! Avant.

Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Love?
Ant. Vanish, or I fhall give thee thy deferving,
And blemish Cafar's Triumph. Let him take thee,
And hoift thee up to th' fhouting Plebeians;
Follow his Chariot, like the greatest Spot
Of all thy Sex. Moft Monster like be fhewn
For poor'ft Diminutives, for Dolts; and let
Patient Octavia plough thy Vifage up
With her prepared Nails. 'Tis well thou'rt gone,

[Exit Cleopatra,

If it be well to live. But better 'twere
Thou fell'ft into my fury, for one death
Might have prevented many. Eros, hoa!
The fhirt of Neffus is upon me; teach me,
Alcides, thou mine Ancestor, thy rage:
Let me lodge Licas on the horns o'th' Moon,
And with thofe hands that grafpt the heaviest Club,
Subdue my worthieft felf. The Witch fhall die;
To the young Roman Boy fhe hath fold me, and I fall
Under his Plot: She dies for't. Eros, hoa!

[Exit.

Enter

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian. Cleo. Help me, my Women! Oh he is more mad Than Telamon for his Shield, the Boar of Theffaly Was never fo imboft.

Char. To th' Monument, there lock your self,
And fend him word you are dead:

The Soul and Body rive not more in parting,
Than greatnefs going off.

Cleo. To th' Monument;

Mardian, go tell him I have flain my felf,
Say, that the laft I fpoke was Antony,

And word it, prethee, pitioufly. Hence, Mardian,

And bring me how he takes my death to th' Monument.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VIII. Cleopatra's Palace.

Enter Antony and Eros.

Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?

Eros. Ay, noble Lord.

Ant. Sometime we see a Cloud that's Dragonish,

A Vapour fometime, like a Bear, or Lion,

A tower'd Cittadel, a pendant Rock,

A forked Mountain, or blue Promontory

With Trees upon't, that nod unto the World,

And mock our Eyes with Air. Thou haft feen these figns, They are black Vefper's Pageants.

Eros. Ay, my Lord.

Ant. That which is now a Horfe, even with a Thought The Rack diflimn's, and makes it indiftin&

As water is in water

Eros. It do's, my Lord.

Ant. My good Knave, Eros, now thy Captain is
Even fuch a Body; here I am Antony,

Yet cannot hold this vifible fhape, my Knave
I made these wars for Ægypt, and the Queen,
Whofe Heart I thought I had, for she had mine;
Which whilft it was mine, had annext unto't
A Million more, now loft; fhe, Eros, has
Packt Cards with Cafar, and falfe plaid my Glory
Unto an Enemy's Triumph.

Nay,