Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego
The way which promifes affurance, and
Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard,
From firm fecurity.

Ant. I'll fight at fea.

Cleo. I have fixty fails, Cæfar none better. Ant. Our overplus of fhipping will we burn, And, with the reft full-mann'd, from th' head of Actium Beat the approaching Cafar. But if we fail, We then can do't at land.

Thy bufinefs?

Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. The news is true, my Lord; he is defcry'd; Cafar has taken Toryne.

Ant. Can he be there in perfon? 'tis impoffible. Strange, that his power should be fo. Canidius, Our nineteen legions thou fhalt hold by land, And our twelve thousand horfe. We'll to our ship; Away, my Thetis!

Enter a Soldier.

How now, worthy foldier ?

Sold. Oh noble Emperor, do not fight by fea, Truft not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt

This fword, and thefe my wounds? let the Ægyptians And the Phoenicians go a ducking: we

Have us'd to conquer ftanding on the earth,

And fighting foot to foot.

Ant. Well, well, away. [Exeunt Ant. Cleo. and Enob. 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 women's men.

Sold. You keep by land

The legions and the horse whole, do you not?
Can. Marcus Octavius, Marcus Jufteius,

Publicola, and Cælius, are for fea:

But we keep whole by land. This speed of Cæfar's

Carries beyond belief.

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Sold

Sold. While he was yet in Rome,

His power went out in fuch distractions as
Beguil'd all fpies.

Can. Who's his lieutenant, hear you?
Spld. They fay, one Taurus.

Gan. Well I know the man.

Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. The Emperor calls Canidius.

Can. With news the time's in labour, and throes forth,

Each minute, fome.

Enter Cæfar, with his army marching.

Ceef. Taurus?

Taur. My Lord.

[Exeunt.

Caf. Strike not by land. Keep whole, provoke not

battle,

Ant. Set we our fquadrons on yond fide o'th' hill, In eye of Cafar's battle; from which place We may the number of the fhips behold, And fo proceed accordingly,

[Exeunt.

Canidius, marching with his land-army one way over the fage; and Taurus, the lieutenant of Cæfar, the other way: after their going in, is heard the noife of a JeaFight. Alarm. Enter Enobarbus,

Eno. Naught, naught, all naught, I can behold no longer;

Th' Antonias, the Egyptian admiral,

With all their fixty, fly, and turn the rudder:

To fee't, mine eyes are blafted.

Enter Scarus.

Scar. Gods and Goddeffes,

All

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 kiss'd away Kingdoms and Provinces.

Eno. How appears the fight?

Scar. On our fide like the token'd peftilence, Where death is fure. Your ribauld nag of Egypt, (Whom leprofy o'er-take!) 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 breeze upon her, like a cow in June, Heifts fails, and flies.

Eno. That I beheld:

Mine eyes did ficken at the fight, and could not
Endure a further view.

Scar. She once being looft,

The noble ruin of her magick, Antony,
Claps on his fea-wing, like a doating mallard,
Leaving the fight in height, flies after her:
I never faw an action of fuch shame;
Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before
Did violate fo itself.

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

Oh, he has given example for our flight,
Moft grofly by his own.

well:

Eno Ay, are you thereabouts? why then, good night, indeed.

Can. Toward Peloponnefus are they fled,

Scar. 'Tis eafy to't.

And there I will attend what further comes.

Can. To Cæfar 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 reafon
Sits in the wind against me. [Exeunt, feverally.

Enter Antony, with Eros and other Attendants.

Ant. Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon't, It is afham'd to bear me. Friends, come hither,

I am fo lated in the world, that I

Have loft my way for ever.
Laden with gold, take that,

I've a fhip
divide it; fly,

And make your peace with Cafar.
Omnes. Fly! not we.

Ant. I've fled myself, and have inftructed cowards and fhew their fhoulders. Friends, be gone

To run,

I have myself refolv'd upon a course,

Which has no need of you.

Be gone,

-oh,

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 fhail
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 themfelves. To the fea-fide ftraight-way:
I will poffefs your of that fhip and treasure.
Leave me, I pray, a little; pray you now-
Nay, do fo; for, indeed, I've lost command.
Therefore, I pray you-

-I'll fee you by and by.

[Sits down.

Enter Cleopatra, led by Charmian and Iras, to Antony.

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 fy, fy, fy.

Char. Madam

Iras. Madam, oh good Empress!

Eros. Sir, Sir.

Ant. Yes, my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
His fword e'en like a dancer, while I ftrook
The lean and wrinkled Caffius; and 'twas I,
That the mad Brutus ended; he alone

Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had
In the brave fquares of war; yet now-no matter-
Cleo. Ah, ftand by.

Eros. The Queen, my Lord, the Queen

Iras. Go to him, Madam, fpeak to him,

He is unqualitied with very fhame.

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 rescue.

Ant. I have offended reputation;

A most unnoble fwerving

Eros. Sir, the Queen.

Ant. O whither haft thou led me, Ægypt? fee, How I convey my fhame out of thine

eyes;

By looking back on what I've left behind, 'Stroy'd in difhonour.

Cleo. Oh, my Lord, my Lord;

Forgive my fearful fails; I little thought,
You would have follow'd.

Ant. Egypt, thou knew'ft too well,

My heart was to thy rudder ty'd by th' ftring,
And thou fhouldft towe me after. O'er my fpirit
Thy full fupremacy thou knew'ft; and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the Gods
Command me.

Cleo. Oh, my pardon.

Ant. Now I muft

To the young man fend humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the fhift of lownefs; who,
With half the bulk o'th' world, play'd as I pleas'd.
Making and marring fortunes. You did know,
How much you were my conqueror; and that
My fword, made weak by my affection, would

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