Cleo. By fea, what else? Can. Why will my Lord do fo? Ant. For that he dares us. Eno. So hath my Lord dar'd him to fingle fight. Eno. Your hips are not well mann'd, Ant. By fea, by fea. Eno. Moft worthy Sir, you therein throw away Ant. I'll fight at fea. Cleo. Why, I have fixty fails, Cæfar none better. And with the reft full-mann'd, from th' head 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: And our twelve thousand horfe. We'll to our ship. Enter a Soldier. How now, worthy foldier? Sol Sol. Oh noble Emperor, do not fight by fea, This fword, and these my wounds? let the Egyptians Have us'd to conquer ftanding on the earth, And fighting foot to foot. Ant, Well, well, away. [Exeunt Ant. Cleo. and Ænob. Sold. 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 womens men. Sold. You keep by land The legions and the horfe whole, do you not? But we keep whole by land. This fpeed of Cafar's Sold. While yet in Rome, His power went out in fuch diftractions 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 Mejenger. Mef. The Emperor calls for Canidius. Can. With news the time's in labour, and throws forth, Each minute, fome. Enter Cæfar with bis Army, marching. Caf. Taurus! Taur. My Lord. [Exeunt. Caf. Strike not by land. Keep whole, provoke not battle 'Till we have done at fea. Do not exceed The prefcript of this fcroul: our fortune lyes Upon this jump. Enter Antony and nobarbus. Ant. Set we our fquadrons on yond fide o'th' hill, In eye of Cafar's battle; from which place [Exeunt. SCENE [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Canidius marching with his land Army one way over the Stage, and Taurus the Lieutenant of Cæsar the other way: after their going in, is heard the noise of a Sea-fight. Alarum. Enter nobarbus. Eno. Naught, naught, all naught, I can behold no longer; *Th' Antonias th' Egyptian admiral, With all their fixty, flies and turns the rudder : To fee't, mine eyes are blafted. Enter Scarus. Scar. Gods, and Goddeffes, all the whole fynod 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. no. How appears the fight? Scar. On our fide like the token'd peftilence, Where death is fure. Yond ribauld nag of Egypt, (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 brize upon her, like a cow in June, Hoifs fails, and flies. no. 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 fea is out of breath, And finks moft lamentably. Had our General Been what he knew himself, it had gone well: * Th' Antonias, &c. (which Plutarch fays was the name of Cle patra's Ship) Oh 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 Cæfar will I render My legions and my horfe; fix Kings already Eno. I'll yet follow The wounded chance of Antony; though my reafon Sits in the wind against me. SCENE VIII. [Exeunt feverally. Enter Antony, with Eros and other Attendants. Have loft my way for ever. I've a ship And make your peace with Cæfar, Omnes. Fly! not we. Ant. I've fled my felf, and have inftructed cowards To run, and fhew their fhoulders. -oh, 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 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 lothness; take the hint Which my defpair proclaims. Let them be left Which leave themfelves. To the fea-fide ftraight-way : I will poffefs you of that fhip 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 Enter Cleopatra, led by Charmian and Iras, to Antony. Eros, Nay, gentle Madam, to him, comfort him. Iras. Do, moft dear Queen. Cleo. Do? why, what elfe? let me Sit down; oh Juno! Ant. No, no, no, no, no. Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie. Iras. Madam, oh good Emprefs! Ant. Yes, yes; he at Philippi kept In the brave fquares of war; yet now no matter — Eros. The Queen, my Lord, the Queen He is unqualitied with very shame. 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 comfort makes the refcue. Ant. I have offended reputation; A moft unnoble fwerving Eros. Sir, the Queen. Ant. O whither haft thou led me, Egypt? fee 'Stroy'd in difhonour. Cleo. Oh, my Lord; my Lord; Forgive my fearful fails; I little thought Ant. Egypt, thou knew'ft too well, Thy full fupremacy thou knew'ft, and that Thy |