Are those, that often have 'gainst Pompey fought: Ant. By sea, by sea. Eno. Most worthy sir, you therein throw away Ant. I'll fight at sea. Cleo. I have fifty sails, Cæsar none better. Ant. Our overplus of shipping will we burn ; And, with the rest full-mann'd, from the head of Ac tium Beat the 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? 'tis 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? 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 ENOBAR BUS. 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? Publicola, and Cælius, are for sea: But we keep whole by land. This speed of Cæsar's Sold. While he was yet in Rome, His power went out in such distractions, as Beguil'd all spies. Can. Who's his lieutenant, hear you? Sold. They say, one Taurus. Can. Well I know the man. Enter a Messenger. Mess. The emperor calls for Canidius. Can. With news the time's with labour; and throes forth, Each minute, some. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII.—A Plain near Actium. Enter CESAR, TAURUS, Officers and Others. Cas. Taurus, Taur. My lord. Cas. Strike not by land; keep whole : Provoke not battle, till we have done at sea. Do not exceed the prescript of this scroll: Our fortune lies upon this jump. Enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUS. [Exeunt. Ant. Set we our squadrons on yon side o' the hill, In eye of Cæsar's battle; from which place We may the number of the ships behold, [Exeunt. Enter CANIDIUS, marching with his Land Army one Way over the Stage; and TAURUS, the Lieutenant of CESAR, the other Way. After their going in, is heard the Noise of a Sea-Fight. Alarum. Re-enter ENOBARBUS. Eno. Naught, naught, all naught! I can behold no longer : The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral, With all their sixty, fly, 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 lost With very ignorance; we have kissed away Kingdoms and provinces. Eno. How appears the fight? Scar. On our side like the token'd pestilence, Where death is sure. Yon ribald-rid nag of Egypt, Whom leprosy o'ertake! i' the midst o' the fight,When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd, Both as the same, or rather ours the elder, The brize upon her, like a cow in June, Hoists sails, and flies. Eno. That I beheld: mine eyes Did sicken at the sight on't, and could not Scar. She once being loof'd, The noble ruin of her magick, Antony, Claps on his sea-wing, and, like a doting mallard, Eno. Alack, alack! Enter CANIDIUS. Can. Our fortune on the sea is out of breath, Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? Why then, good night Indeed. Can. Towards Peloponnesus are they fled. Scar. 'Tis easy to't; and there I will attend What further comes. Can. To Cæsar will I render My legions, and my horse; six kings already Eno. I'll yet follow [Aside. The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason Sits in the wind against me. [Exeunt. SCENE IX.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace, Enter ANTONY, and Attendants. Ant. Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon't, It is ashamed 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. Att. Fly! not we. 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.-0, My very hairs do mutiny; for the white |