The noble ruin of her magic, 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 fhame;

Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before
Did violate so itself.

Eno. Alack, aląck.

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

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

Can. Towards 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,

Friends, come hither,
that I

It is afham'd to bear me.
I am so lated in the world,
Have loft my way for ever.
Laden with gold, take that,
And make your peace with Cafar.

Omnes. Fly! not we.

I've a fhip divide it; fly,

Ant. I've fled myself, and have inftructed cowards To run, and fhew their fhoulders. Friends, be gone. I have myfelf refolv'd upon a course,

Which has. no need of

you.

Be gone,

My

My treasure's in the harbour. Take itoh,
I follow'd That I blush to look upon;
My very hairs do mutiny; for the white.

Reprove the brown for rafhness, and they them
For fear and doating. Friends, be gone; you fhall
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 despair proclaims. Let them be left,
Which leave themselves. To the fea-fide ftraight-way:
I will poffefs you of that ship and treasure.
Leave me, I pray, a little; pray you now-
Nay, do fo; for, indeed, I've loft 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 elfe?

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 1 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.

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 moft unnoble fwerving

Eros. Sir, the Queen.

Ant. O whither haft thou led me, Egypt? 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 fhould'ft towe me after. O'er my spirit
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 shift 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
Obey it on all cause.

Cleo. O, pardon, pardon.

Ant. Fall not a tear, I fay, one of them rates
All that is won and loft: give me a kiss,
Even this repays me.-

We fent our schoolmafter; is he come back?
Love, I am full of lead; fome wine,

Within there, and our viands: Fortune knows,
We fcorn her moft, when moft fhe offers blows.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Thyreus, with others.

Caf. L

ET him appear, that's come from Antony.
Know you him?

Dol. Cæfar, 'tis his schoolmaster;

An argument that he is pluckt, when hither
He fends fo poor a pinnion of his wing,
Which had fuperfluous Kings for meffengers,
Not many moons gone by.

Enter Ambafador from Antony.

Caf. 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 fea.

Caf. Be't fo, delare thine office.

Amb. Lord of his fortunes he falutes thee, and
Requires to live in Egypt; which not granted,
He leffens his requefts, and to thee fues

To let him breathe between the heav'ns and earth,
A private man in Athens: this for him.
Next, Cleopatra does confefs thy greatness;
Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves
The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs,
Now hazarded to thy grace.

Caf. For Antony,

I have no ears to his requeft. The Queen
Of audience, nor defire, fhall fail, fo fhe
From Egypt drive her all-difgraced friend,
Or take his life there. This if the perform,
She fhall not fue unheard. So to them Both.

Amb. Fortune pursue thee!
VOL. VIII.

M.

Caf.

Caf. Bring him through the bands :

[Exit Ambaffador. To try thy eloquence now 'tis time; difpatch, From Antony win Cleopatra, promife; [To Thyreus. And, in our name, when the requires, add more (From.thine invention) offers. Women are not In their best fortunes ftrong; but want will perjure The ne'er-touch'd veftal. Try thy cunning, Thyreus ; Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we Will answer as a law.

Thyr. Cæfar, I go.

Caf. Obferve how Antony becomes his flaw; And what thou think'ft his very action speaks

In

every power that moves. Thyr. Cæfar, I fhall.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IX.

Changes to Alexandria.

Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, and Iras.

Cleo.

7HAT fhall we do, Enobarbus ?

WHA

Eno. Drink, and die.

Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this?

Eno. Antony only, that would make his will Lord of his reafon. What although you fled From that great face of war, whofe feveral ranges Frighted each other? why fhould he follow you? The itch of his affection fhould not then

Have nickt his captainfhip; at fuch a point,
When half to half the world oppos'd, he being
The meered queftion. 'Twas a fhame no lefs
Than was his lofs, to courfe your flying flags,
And leave his navy gazing.

Cleo. Pr'ythee, peace.

Enter Antony, with the Ambassador. Ant. Is that his anfwer?

Amb.