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Enter a Mesenger. Mer. The Emperor calls Canidius. Can. With news the time's in labour, and throes

forth, Each minute, fome.

(Exeunt. Ènter Cæsar, with his army marching. Cel. Taurus? Taur. My lord. Cæs. Strike not by land. Keep whole, provoke not

battel, 'Till we have done at sea. Do not exceed The prescript of this scroul : our fortune lyes Upon this jump.

[Exeunt. Enter Antony and Enobarbus. Ant. Set we our squadrons on yond lide o'th hill, In eye of Cefar's bacile ; from which place We may the number of the ships behold, And so proceed accordingly.

[Exeunt. Canidius, marching

marching with his land-army one way over the Aage; and Taurus, the lieutenant of Cæfar, the other way: after their going in, is heard the noisé of a feafight. Alarum. Enter Enobarbus. Eno. Naught, riaught; all ņaught, I can behold no

longer;
Thi' Antoniąs, the Ægyptian admiral,
With all their fixty, Ale, and turn the rudder:
To see't, mine eyes are blasted.

Enter Scarus.
Scar. Gods and Goddesses,
All the whole Synod of them!

Eno. What's thy passion?

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.

Scar. On our side like the token'd peftilence,
Where death is sure. Your ribauld nag of Ægypt,
(Whom leprofie o'ertake!) i'th' midit o'th' fight,
(When vantage like a pair of twins appear’d
Both as the same, or rather ours the elder; )
The breezé upon her, like' a cow in June,
Hoists fails, and Aics.

Eno. That I behold:
Mine eyes did ficken at the fight, and could not
Endure à further view.

Scar. She once being looft,
The noble ruin of her magick, Antony,
Claps on his sea-wing, like a doating mallard,
Leaving the fight in height, flies after her:
I never saw an action of such shame,
Experience, manhood, honour ne'er before
Did violate so it felf.
Eno. Alack, alack.

Enter Canidius,
Can. Our fortune on the sea is out of breath,
And finks most lamentably, Had our General
Been what he knew himself, it had gone well:
Oh, he has given example for our Hight,
Most grosly by his own.

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

Can. Toward Peloponnefus are they fled.

Scar. 'Tis easie co's.
And there I will attend what further comes.

Gan. To Cefar will I render
My legions and my horse; fix Kings already
Shew me the way of yielding.

Eno. I'll yet follow The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason şits in the wind against me. [Ěxeant, severally.

Enter Antony, with Eros and other attendants, Ant. Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon't, It is alham'd to bear me, Friends, comę hicher,

you. Be

I am So lated in the world, that I
Have lost my way for ever. I've a ship
Laden with gold, take That, divide it ; fie,
And make your peace with Cæfar.

Omnes. Fly! not we.

Ant. I've fled my self, and have instructed cowards To run, and thew their shoulders. Friends, be gone. I have my self resolv'd upon a course, Which has no need of

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 rashness, and they them For fear and doating. Friends, be gone; you shall Have letters from me to some friends, that will Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not fad, Nor make replies of lothness; take the hint, Which my despair proclaims. Let them be left, Which leave themselves. To the sea-side straight-way: I will possess you of that ship and treasure. Leave me, I pray, a little; pray you now Nay, do so ; for, indeed, I've loft command. Therefore, I pray you I'll see 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, most 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 fie, fie, fie.
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 strook
The lean and wrinkled Casius, and 'twas I
That the mad Brutus ended; he alone

Deal

Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had
In the brave squares of war; yet now no matter

Cleo. Ah, stand by.
Eros. The Queen, my lord, the Queen

Iras. Go to him, Madam, speak to him,
He is unqualitied with very shame.

Cleo. Well then, sustain me; oh!

Eros. Moft noble Sir, arise, the Queen approaches ; Her head's declin'd, and death will Teize her, but Your comfort makes the rescue.

Ant. I have offended reputation; A most unnoble swerving

Eros. Sir, the Queen.

Ant. O whither hast thou led me, Ægypt ? see,
How I convey my shame out of thine eyes;
By looking back on what I've left behind,
'Stroy'd in dishonour.

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

Ant. Ægypt, thou knew'ft too well,
My heart was to thy rudder ty'd by th' ftring,
And thou should'st towe me after. O'er my spirit
The full supremacy thou knew'ft; and that
Thy Beck might from the bidding of the Gods
Command me.

Cleo. Oh, my pardon.

Ant. Now I'must
To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the shift of lowness; 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 sword, made weak by my affection, would
Obey it on all cause.

Cleo. O, pardon, pardon.

Ant. Fall not a tear, I say ; one of them rates
All that is won and lost: give me a kiss,
Even this repays me.
We sent our Schoolmaster; is he come back ?

Love, I am full of lead; some wine,
Within there, and our viands: Eortunc knows,
We scorn her most, when most the offers blows.

[Exčunt. SCENE changes to Cæfar's Camp. Britei Cæsar, Agrippa; Dolabella, Thyteus, with orbers. Cas. Lekobim appräng that's come from Antony.

Dol. Cæfar, 'tis his Schoolmaster; .
An argument that he is pluckt, when hither
He sends so poor a pinnion of his wing
Which had superfluous Kings for messengers,
Not many moons gone by.

Enter Ambassador from Antony.
Cæs. Approach and speak.

Amb. Such as I am, I come from Antony ;
I was of late as petty to his ends,
As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf
To his grand sea.

Cef. Be’t so, declare thine office.

Amb. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and
Requires to live in Ægypt; which, not granted,
He lessens his requests, and to thee sues
To let him breathe between the heav'ns and carth,
A private man in Athens : this for him.
Next, Cleopatra does confess thy Greatness;
Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves
The circle of the Ptolomies for her heirs,
Now hazarded to thy grace.

Cef. For Antony,
I have no ears to his request. The Queen
Of audience, nor desire, shall fail; so the
From Ægypt drive her all-disgraced friend,
Or take his life there. This if the perform,
She shall not fue unheard. So to them Both.

Amb. Fortune pursue thee!

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