Beat th' approaching Cæsar: but if we fail, Enter a Messenger.

We then can do 't at land.-Thy business?
Mess. The news is true, my lord; he is descried;
Cæsar has taken Toryne.

Ant. Can he be there in person? 't is impossible;
Strange, that his power should be.-Canidius,
Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land,
And our twelve thousand horse: we'll to our ship.
Enter a Soldier.

Away, my Thetis !-How now, worthy soldier!
Sold. O, noble emperor ! do not fight by sea:
Trust not to rotten planks. Do you misdoubt
This sword, and these my wounds? Let the Egyptians,
And the Phoenicians, go a ducking; we

Have used to conquer standing on the earth,
And fighting foot to foot.
Ant.

Well, well-Away!
[Exeunt ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and ENOBARBUS.
Sold By Hercules, I think, I am i' the right.
Can. Soldier, thou art; but his whole action grows
Not in the power on't: so 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 Justeius,
Publicola, and Cælius, are for sea;

But we keep whole by land. This speed of Cæsar's
Carries beyond belief.
Sold.

While he was yet in Rome,

That from Tarentum, and Brundusium,
He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea,
And take in Toryne ?-You have heard on 't, sweet?
Cleo. Celerity is never more admir'd,
Than by the negligent.

Ant.

A good rebuke,

Which might have well become the best of men,

To taunt at slackness.-Canidius, we

Will fight with him by sea.
Cleo.

By sea! what else?
Can. Why will my lord do so?
Ant.
For that he dares us to 't.
Eno. So hath my lord dar'd him to single fight.
Can. Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia,
Where Cæsar fought with Pompey; but these offers,
Which serve not for his vantage, he shakes off,
And so should you.

Eno. Your ships are not well mann'd; Your mariners are muliters, reapers, people Ingross'd by swift impress: in Cæsar's fleet Are those, that often have 'gainst Pompey fought. Their ships are yare, yours, heavy no disgrace Shall fall you for refusing him at sea, Being prepar'd for land.

Ant.

3

By sea, by sea.

Who's his lieutenant, hear you? Sold. They say, one Taurus. Can.

Well I know the man. Enter a Messenger.

Mess. The emperor calls Canidius.

Can. With news the time 's with labour; and throws

Enter CANIDIUS, marching with his Land Army on Way over the Stage; and TAURUS, the Lieutenant of CESAR, the other Way. After their going in u heard the Noise of a Sea-Fight.

Alarum. Re-enter ENOBARBUS. Eno. Naught, naught, all naught! I can behold ne longer.

The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral,

With all their sixty, fly, and turn the rudder:
To see 't, mine eyes are blasted.

Scar.

Enter SCARUS.

Gods, and goddesses,

What's thy passion

All the whole synod of them!

Eno.

Scar. The greater cantle' of the world is lost

Actium

Can. Our fortune on the sea is out of breath, And sinks most lamentably. Had our general Been what he knew himself, it had gone well: O! he has given example for our flight, Most grossly, by his own.

Iras. Do, most dear queen.

Char. Do! Why, what else?
Cleo. Let me sit down.-O Juno!
Ant. No, no, no, no, no.

Eros. See you here, sir?
Ant. O fie, fie, fie!

Char. Madam.

Iras. Madam: O good empress!-
Eros. Sir, sir,—

Ant. Yes, my lord, yes.—He, at Philippi, kept
His sword e'en like a dancer, while I struck
The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 't was I
That the mad Brutus ended: he alone
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 :-O!

Eros. Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches Her head 's declin'd, and death will seize her; but Your comfort makes the rescue.

Ant. I have offended reputation By most unnoble swerving.

Eros.

Sir, the queen.

Can. Towards Peloponnesus are they fled. Scar. 'Tis easy to't; and there I will attend What farther comes.

By looking back what I have left behind

'Stroy'd in dishonour.

Cleo.
O my lord, my lord!
Forgive my fearful sails: I little thought,
You would have follow'd.

Ant.
Egypt, thou knew'st too well.
My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings,
And thou shouldst tow me after o'er my spirit
Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
Command me.

Cleo.

Ant.

O, my pardon!

Now I must

It is asham'd to bear me.-Friends, come hither,

I am so lated in the world, that I

Have lost my way for ever.-I have a ship

Laden with gold; take that, divide it; fly, And make your peace with Cæsar.

Fly! not we.

Att. Ant. I have fled myself, and have instructed cowards To run, and show their shoulders.-Friends, be gone; I have myself resolv'd upon a course, Which has no need of you; be gone: My treasure's in the harbour, take it.-O! 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 doting.-Friends, be gone: you shall Have letters from me to some friends, that will Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad, Nor make replies of lothness: take the hint Which my despair proclaims; let that be left Which leaves itself: to the sea-side straightway: I will possess you of that ship and treasure. Leave me, I pray, a little; 'pray you now: Nay, do so; for, indeed, I have lost command, Therefore, I pray you. I'll see you by and by. [Sits down. Enter EROS, and CLEOPATRA, led by CHARMIAN, and IRAS. Eros. Nay, gentle madam, to him; comfort him. ..oa.d-rid nag in f. e. Gad fly.

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!-Fortune
knows,

We scorn her most when most she offers blows. [Exeunt.
SCENE X.-CESAR'S Camp in Egypt.
Enter CESAR, DOLABELLA, THYREUS, and others.
Cas. Let him appear that 's come from Antony.—
Know you him?

Dol.

Cæsar, 't is his schoolmaster: An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither He sends so poor a pinion of his wing, Which had superfluous rings for messengers, Not many moons gone by.

I was of late as petty to his ends,
As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf

To his grand sea.
Cas.
Be it so.
Declare thine office.
Eup. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and
Requires to live in Egypt; which not granted,
He lessens his requests, and to thee sues

To let him breathe between the heavens and earth,
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 Ptolemies for her heirs,
Now hazarded to thy grace.

Cas.
For Antony,
I have no ears to his request. The queen
Of audience, nor desire, shall fail; so she
From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend,
Or take his life there: this if she perform,
She shall not sue unheard. So to them both.
Eup. Fortune pursue thee!
Cas.

Bring him through the bands.
[Exit EUPHRONIUS.
To try thy eloquence, now 't is time; despatch.
From Antony win Cleopatra: promise, [To THYREUS.
And in our name, what she requires; add more,
From thine invention, offers. Women are not
In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure
The ne'er-touch'd vestal. Try thy cunning, Thyreus ;
Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we
Will answer as a law.

Thyr.

Cæsar, I go.

SCENE XI.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and IRAS.
Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus?
Eno.

Think, and die.
Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this?
Eno. Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his reason. What though you fled
From that great face of war, whose several ranges
Frighted each other, why should he follow?
The itch of his affection should not then
Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point,
When half to half the world oppos'd, he being
The mooted' question. 'T was a shame, no less
Than was his loss, to course your flying flags,
And leave his navy gazing.

Cleo.

Pr'ythee, peace. Enter ANTONY, with EUPHRONIUS.

Ant. Is that his answer?

Eup. Ay, my lord.

Ant. The queen shall then have courtesy, so she Will yield us up.

Eup.

Ant.

He says so.

Let her know it.

As i' the command of Cæsar: I dare him, therefore,
To lay his gay comparisons apart,

And answer me declin'd; sword against sword,
Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow me.

[Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS,
Eno. Yes, like enough, high-battled Cæsar will
Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd t' the show
Against a sworder.-I see, men's judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward qualities after them,
To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
Knowing all miseries, the full Cæsar will
Answer his emptiness!-Cæsar, thou hast subdu'd
His judgment too.

Ant.

Enter an Attendant.

A messenger from Cæsar. Cleo. What, no more ceremony?-See, my women Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, That kneel'd unto the bud.-Admit him, sir.

Eno. Mine honesty and I begin to square. [Aside. The loyalty well held to fools does make Our faith mere folly yet he. that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen lord. Does conquer him that did his master conquer, And earns a place i' the story. Enter THYREUS.

Cæsar's will?

Cleo. Thyr. Hear it apart. Cleo. None but friends: say boldy Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony. Eno. He needs as many, sir, as Cæsar has, Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master Will leap to be his friend for us, you know, Whose he is, we are, and that's Cæsar's. Thyr.

So.

Thus then, thou most renown'd: Cæsar entreats, Not to consider in what case thou stand'st, Farther then he is Cæsar.

Cleo. Go on right royal. Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you feard'd him. Cleo.

O!

What is most right. Mine honour was not yielded, But conquer'd merely.

Eno.

[Aside.] To be sure of that,

I will ask Antony.-Sir, sir, thou 'rt so leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
Thy dearest quit thee.

[Exit ENOBARBA
Thyr.
Shall I say to Cæsar
What you require of him? for he partly begs
To be desir'd to give. It much would please him.
That of his fortunes you should make a staff
To lean upon; but it would warm his spirits,
To hear from me you had left Antony,
And put yourself under his shroud, who is
The universal landlord.

Cleo.

What's your name?

Thyr. My name is Thyreus. Cleo.

Most kind messenge

Say to great Cæsar, that in deputation'

I kiss his conqu'ring hand: tell him, I am prompt
To lay my crown at 's feet, and there to kneel.
Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear
The doom of Egypt.

ths: in f

Moon and stars!

Authority melts from me: of late, when I cry'd, "ho!"
Like boys unto a muss. kings would start forth,
And cry,
"Your will?" Have you no ears? I am
Enter Attendants.
Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him.
Eno. 'T is better playing with a lion's whelp,
Than with an old one dying.
Ant.
Whip him.-Were 't twenty of the greatest tributaries
That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I find them
So saucy with the hand of-she here, what 's her name,
Since she was Cleopatra ?-Whip him, fellows,
Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face,
And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.
Thyr. Mark Antony,-

Ant. Tug him away: being whipp'd,
Bring him again.-The Jack of Cæsar shall
Bear us an errand to him.-

[Exeunt Attend, with THYREUS. You were half blasted ere I knew you: ha! Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawful race, And by a gem of women, to be abus'd By one that looks on feeders?

Cleo.

Good my lord,-
Ant. You have been a boggler ever:-
But when we in our viciousness grow hard,
(O misery on 't!) the wise gods seel' our eyes,

In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us
Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut
To our confusion.

Cleo.

O! is it come to this?

1 Att. Soundly, my lord. Ant.

Crv'd he? and begg'd he pardon?

1 Att He did ask favour.

Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent

Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry
To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since

Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: henceforth
The white hand of a lady fever thee;
Shake but to look on 't. Get thee back to Casar,
Tell him thy entertainment: look, thou say,
He makes me angry with him; for he seems
Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,
And at this time most easy 't is to do 't,
When my good stars, that were my former guides,
Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike
My speech, and what is done, tell him, he has
Hipparchus, my enfranchis'd bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like, to quit me. Urge it thou:
Hence, with thy stripes! begone!
Cleo. Have you done yet?
Ant.

[Exit THYREOS

Alack our terrene moon

Ah, dear! if it be so,

From my cold heart let heaven engender hail,
And poison it in the source, and the first stone
Drop in my neck: as it determines, so
Dissolve my life! The next Cæsarion smite,
Till by degrees the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the discandying of this pelleted storm,
Lie graveless, till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for prey!

Ant.
I am satisfied.
Cæsar sits down in Alexandria, where

I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy, too,
Have knit again, a fleet threat'ning most sealike.
Where hast thou been, my heart?-Dost thou hear
lady?

If from the field I shall return once more
To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
I' and my sword will earn our chronicle:
There's hope in 't yet.

Cleo.
That's my brave lord!
Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd,
And fight maliciously for when mine hours
Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth,
And send to darkness all that stop me.-Come,
Let's have one other gaudy night.-Call to me
All my sad captains: fill our bowls; once more
Let's mock the midnight beil.

's he whipp'd?

1 Not in fe. 2 Blind.

There's sap in 't yet. The next time I do fight,
I'll make death love me, for I will contend
Even with his pestilent scythe.

[Exeunt ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and Attendants. Eno. Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious, Is to be frighted out of fear; and in that mood,

The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still,
A diminution in our captain's brain
Restores his heart. When valour preys on' reason,
It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
Some way to leave him.

When one so great begins to rage, he 's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Make boot of his distraction: never anger
Made good guard for itself.
Cas.
Let our best heads
Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles
We mean to fight. Within our files there are,
Of those that serv'd Mark Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it done;
And feast the army: we have store to do 't,
And they have earn'd the waste.-Poor Antony!

To-morrow, soldier,

By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live,
Or bathe my dying honour in the blood
Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well?
Eno. I'll strike; and cry, "Take all.”
Ant.
Well said; come on.-
Call forth my household servants: let's to-night
Enter Servants.

Be bounteous at our meal.-Give me thy hand,
Thou hast been rightly honest-so hast thou;-
Thou, and thou,-and thou:-you have serv'd me
And kings have been your fellows.
[well,
Cleo.
What means this?
Eno. 'T is one of those odd tricks, which sorrow shoots
Out of the mind.

Cleo.

What does he mean?

May be, it is the period of your duty:
Haply, you shall not see me more; or if,
A mangled shadow: perchance, to-morrow
You'll serve another master.
I look on you,

As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends
I turn you not away; but. like a master
Married to your good service, stay till death.
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the gods yield you for 't!
Eno.

What mean you, sir To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep. And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd for shame, Transform us not to women.

:

Ant. Ho, ho, ho! Now, the witch take me, if I meant it thus. Grace grow where those drops fall! My hearty friends, You take me in too dolorous a sense,

For I spake to you for your comfort; did desire you

To burn this night with torches. Know, my hearts,
I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you,
Where rather I'll expect victorious life,
Than death and honour. Let's to supper; come,
And drown consideration.

SCENE III.-The Same.

[Exeunt.

Before the Palace.

Enter Two Soldiers, to their Guard.

1 Sold. Brother, good night: to-morrow is the de 2 Sold. It will determine one way: fare you well. Heard you of nothing strange about the streets? 1 Sold. Nothing. What news?

2 Sold. Belike, 't is but a rumour. Good night to you.

1 Sold. Well, sir, good night.

2 Sold.

Enter Two other Soldiers.
Soldiers, have careful watch.

3 Sold. And you. Good night. good night.

[The first Two place themselves at their Posts 4 Sold. Here we: [They take their Posts.] and if to

4 Sold. Peace! what noise?

1 Sold. List, list!

2 Sold. Hark!

1 Sold. Music i' the air.

3 Sold. Under the earth.

4 Sold. It signs well, does it not?

3 Sold. No.

say.

1 Sold. Peace! I What should this mean? 2 Sold. 'T is the god Hercules, who Antony lova Now leaves him.

1 Sold. Walk; let's see if other watchmen Do hear what we do. [They advance to another Posi