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For doughty-handed are you, and have fought

Not as you ferv'd my cause, but as't had been
Each man's like mine; you've fhewn your felves all Hectors.
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,

Tell them your feats, whilst they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honour'd gashes whole. Give me thy hand, [To Scarus.
Enter Cleopatra.

*

To this great faiery I'll commend thy acts,

Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day o' th' world,
Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.

Cleo. Lord of lords,

Oh infinite virtue, com't thou fmiling from
The world's great fnare, uncaught?

Ant. My nightingale,

We've beat them to their beds. What! girl, though grey
Do fomething mingle with our brown, yet have we
A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
Get goal for goal 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
Deftroyed 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 carbuncled

Like holy Phoebus' 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 hoft, we all would fup together,

And drink carowses to the next day's fate
Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,

With brazen din blaft you the city's ear, 1
Make mingle with our ratling tabourines,

*The word Faiery here is to be understood in the fenfe of it chantress which it often carries in the old Romances.

That

That heav'n and earth may ftrike their founds together, Applauding our approach.

SCENE VIII. Cæfar's Camp.

[Exeunt

Enter a Centry, and bis Company. Ænobarbus 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 th' fecond hour i' th' morn.

I Watch. This laft day was

A fhrewd one to's.

Eno. O bear me witness, night! 2 Watch. What man is this?

I Watch. Stand close, and liften to him.

Eno, Be witness to me, O thou bleffed moon,

When men revolted fhall upon record

Bear hateful memory; poor #nobarbus did
Before thy face repent.

Cent. Enobarbus? 3 Watch. Peace; Hark further.`

Eno. Oh fovereign miftrefs of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night difperge 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 mafter-leaver, and a fugitive:
Oh Antony! oh Antony!

I Watch. Let's speak to him.

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

May concern Cæfar.

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

Cent. Swoons rather, for so bad a prayer as his

Was never yet for fleep.

I Watch, Go we to him.

2 Watch. Awake, Sir, awake, fpeak to us.

Dd 2

[Dies

1 Watch

I Watch. Hear, you Sir!

Cent. The hand of death hath caught him.

[Drums afar off.

Hark how the drums din early wakes the fleepers :
Let's bear him to the court of guard; he is

Of note.

Our hour is fully out.

2 Watch. Come on,

He may recover yet.

[Exeunt

SCENE IX. 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 adjoyning to the city

Shall stay with us. Order for fea is given,
They have put forth the haven: further on,
Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavour.

[Exeunt

Enter Cæfar, and bis Army.
Caf. Not being charg'd, we will be ftill by land,
Which as I take't we shall not; for his best force
Is forth to man his gallies. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage.

[Exeunt.

[Alarum afar off, as at a fea-fight,

Enter Antony and Scarus.

Ant. Yet they're not join'd:

Where yond pine ftands, I fhall difcover all.

I'll bring thee word ftraight, how 'tis like to go. [Exit

Scar, Swallows have built

In Cleopatra's fails their nefts. The augurs

Say, they know not-they cannot tell-look grimly,

And dare not speak their knowledge.

Is valiant, and dejected, and by starts

Antony

His fretted fortunes give him hope and fear
Of what he has, and has not.

SCENE X.

[Exit.

ALEXANDRIA,

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This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me,
My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder
They caft their caps up, and caroufe together

1 Like friends long loft. Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis thou
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 fun, thy uprife fhall I fee no more:
Fortune and Antony part here, even here
Do we fhake hands all come to this! the hearts
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do difcandy, melt their sweets
On bloffoming Cæfar: and this pine is bark'd,
That over-topt them all. Betray'd I am.
Oh this false foul of Egypt! this gay charm,
Whofe eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home,
Whose bofom was my crownet, my chief end,
Like a right gipfie, hath at faft and loose

Beguil'd me to the very heart of lofs.

What, Eres, 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 the fhouting Plebeians;
Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
Of all thy fex. Monfter-like be the fhew
For poor'ft diminutives, for dolts; and let
Patient Octavia plough thy visage 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 anceftor, thy rage,
Let thee lodge Lichas on the horns o'th' moon,
And with thofe hands that grafpt the heaviest club,

Dd 3

Subduc

Subdue thy worthieft felf. The witch fhall die;
To th' Roman boy fhe hath fold me, and I fall
Under her plot: fhe dies for't. Eros, hoa!

[Exit

Re-enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.
Cleo. Help me, my women! oh he is more mad
Than Telamon for his fhield; the boar of Theffaly
Was never fo imbost.

Char. To th' monument,

There lock your felf, and fend him word you're dead :
The foul and body rive not more in parting,
Than greatnefs going off.

Cleo. To th' monument :

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

And word it, pr'ythee, piteously. Hence, Mardian,
And bring me, how he takes my death, to th' monument.

[Exeunt. SCENE XI. Enter Antony and Eros.

Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'ft me.

Eros. Ay, noble Lord.

Ant. Sometime we fee a cloud that's dragonish,

A vapour fometime like a bear, or lion, tower'd citadel, 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'ft feen thefe figns,
They are black vefper's pageants.

Eros. Ay, my Lord.

Ant. That which is now a horfe, even with a thought The rack diflimns, and makes it indiftinct

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'm Antony,

Yet cannot hold this vifible fhape, my knave.
I made thefe wars for Egypt; and the Queen,
Whofe heart I thought I had, for fhe had mine,
Which whilst it was mine, had annext unto't
A million more, now loft! fhe, Eros, has
Packt cards with Cafar, and false play'd my glory

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