He shall not hear thee; or from Cæsar's camp
Say, I am none of thine.
Ant. What say'st thou?
Sold. Sir,
He is with Cæsar.
Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure
He has not with him.
Ant. Is he gone ?
Sold. Most certain.
Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after ; do it;
Detain no jot, I charge thee: write to him
(I will subscribe) gentle adieus, and greetings :
Say, that I wish he never find more cause
To change a master.--0, my fortunes have
Corrupted honest men :---Eros, despatch. [Exeunt.
SCENE VI.-Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria.
Flourish. Enter CÆJAR, with AGRIPPA, ENOBARBUS,
and Others.
Cæs. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:
Our will is, Antony be took alive;
Make it so known.
Agr. Cæsar, I shall.
Exit AGRIPPA,
Cæs. The time of universal peace is near :
Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world
Shall bear the olive freely.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Antony
Is come into the field.
Cæs. Go, charge Agrippa
Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself. [Exeunt CÆSAR and his Train.
Eno. Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry,
On affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Cæsar,
And leave his master Antony: for this pains,
Cæsar hath hang’d him. Canidius, and the rest
That fell away, have entertainment, but
No honourable trust. I have done ill;
Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,
That I will joy no more.
Enter a Soldier of CÆSAR's.
Sold. Enobarbus, Antony
Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
His bounty overplus : The messenger
Came on my guard ; and at thy tent is now,
Unloading of his mules.
Eno. I give it you.
Sold. Mock me not, Enobarbus.
I tell you true : Best that you saf'd the bringer
Out of the host; I must attend mine office,
Or would have done't myself. Your emperor
Continues still a Jove.
[Exit Soldier.
Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth,
And feel I am so most. O Antony,
Thou mine of bounty, how would'st thou have paid
My better service, when my turpitude
Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart:
If swift thought break it nat, a swifter mean
Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't, I feel.
I fight against thee !-No: I will go seek
Some ditch, wherein to die; the foul'st best fits
My latter part of life.
[Exit.
SCENE VII.— Field of Battle between the Camps.
Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA, and
Others.
Agr. Retire, we have engag’d ourselves too far :
Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression
Exceeds what we expected.
[Exeunt.
Alarum. Enter ANTONY, and SCARUS wounded.
Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed ! Had we done so at first, we had driven them home With clouts about their heads.
Ant. Thou bleed’st apace.
Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T, But now 'tis made an H.
Ant. They do retire.
Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes ; I have yet Room for six scotches more.
Enter Eros. Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage serves For a fair victory.
Scar. Let us score their backs, And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind ; 'Tis sport to maul a runner.
Ant. I will reward thee
Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.
Scar. l'll halt after.
.
SCENE VIII.—Under the Walls of Alexandria.
Alarum. Enter ANTONY, marching; SCARUS, and For
ces. Ant. We have beat him to his camp; Run one be
fore, And let the queen know of our guests.-To-morrow, Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all ; For doughty-handed are you; and have fought Not as you serv'd the cause, but as it had been Each man's like mine; you have shown 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 honoured gashes whole.-Give me thy hand;
[To SCARUS.
Enter Cleopatra, attended.
To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee.-0 thou day o' the 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 !
O infinite virtue ! com’st thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught?
Ant. My nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? though
grey
Do something 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 ;-
Kiss it, my warrior :-He hath fought to-day,
As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Destroy'd in such a shape.
Cleo. I'll give thee, friend,
An armour all of gold ; it was a king's.
Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phæbus' car.–Give me thy hand;
Through Alexandria make a jolly march ; .
Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them :
Had our great palace the capacity
To camp this host, we all would sup together ;
And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
Which promises royal peril.—Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear:
Make mingle with our rattling tabourines;
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds toge-
ther, Applauding our approach.
[Exeunt.
Sentinels on their Post. Enter ENOBARBUS. ist Sold. If we be not reliev'd within this hour, We must return to the court of guard : The night
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