That Photinus an eunuch, and your maids,
Manage this war.

Cleo. Sink Rome, and their tongues rot

That fpeak against us? A charge we bear i'th'war;
And, as the prefident of my Kingdom, will I
Appear there for a man. Speak not against it,
I will not stay behind.

Enter Antony and Canidius.

Eno. Nay, I have done, here comes the Emperor. Ant. Is it not ftrange, Canidius,

That from Tarentum, and Brundufium,

He could fo quickly cut th' 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 flackness. Canidius, we

Will fight with him by fea.

Cleo. By fea, what else?

Can. Why will my lord do fo?

Ant. For That he dares us to't.

Eno. So hath my lord dar'd him to fingle fight.
Can. Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharfalia,
Where Cafar fought with Pompey. But thefe offers,
Which ferve not for his vantage, he shakes off;
And fo fhould you.

Eno. Your fhips are not well mann'd,

Your mariners are muliteers, reapers, people
Ingroft by fwift imprefs. In Cafar's fleet
Are thofe that often have 'gainst Pompey fought;
Their fhips are yare, yours heavy no difgrace
Shall fall you for refufing him at fea,
Being prepar'd for land.

Ant. By fea, by fea.

Eno. Moft worthy Sir, you therein throw away
The abfolute foldiership you have by land;
Distract your army, which doth most confift
Of war mark'd footmen: leave unexecuted

Your

Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego
The way which promises affurance, and
Give up yourself meerly to chance and hazard,
From firm fecurity.

Ant. I'll fight at fea.

Cleo. I have fixty fails, Cæfar none better. Ant. Our overplus of fhipping will we burn, And, with the reft full-mann'd, from th' head of Actium Beat the approaching Cefar. But if we fail,

We then can do't at land.

Thy bufinefs?

Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. The news is true, my lord; he is defcried ;
Cafar has taken Toryne.

Ant. Can he be there in perfon? 'tis impoffible.
Strange, that his power fhould be fo Canidius,
Our nineteen legions thou fhalt hold by land,
And our twelve thoufand horse. We'll to our fhip;
Away, my Thetis!

Enter a Soldier.

How now, worthy foldier?

Sol. Oh noble Emperor, do not fight by fea, Truft not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt

This fword, and thefe my wounds? let the Egyptians And the Phænicians go a ducking: we

Have us'd to conquer standing on the earth,

And fighting foot to foot.

Ant. Well, well, away.

[Exeunt Ant. Cleo. and Enob.

Sol. By Hercules, I think, I am i' th' right.

Can. Soldier, thou art; but his whole action grows

Not in the power on't fo our leader's led,

And we are women's men.

Sol. You keep by land

The legions and the horfe whole, do you not?
Can. Marcus Octavius, Marcus Jufteius,

Publicola, and Cælius, are for sea :

But we keep whole by land. This fpeed of Cæfar's

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Carries

Carries beyond belief.

Sol. 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?
Sol. They fay, one Taurus.

Can. Well I know the man.

Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. The Emperor calls Canidius.

Can. With news the time's in labour, and throes forth

Each minute, fome.

Enter Cæfar, with his army marching.

Caf. Taurus?

Taur. My lord.

[Exeunt.

Caf. Strike not by land. Keep whole, provoke not

battle,

'Till we have done at fea. Do not exceed

The prescript of this fcroul: our fortune lyes

Upon this jump.

Enter Antony and Enobarbus.

[Exeunt.

Ant. Set we our fquadrons on yond fide o' th' hill,
In eye of Cafar's battle; from which place
We may the number of the ships behold,

And fo proceed accordingly.

[Exeunt.

Canidius, marching with his land army one way over the ftage; and Taurus, the lieutenant of Cæfar, the other away: after their going in, is heard the noife of a feafight. Alarum. Enter Enobarbus.

Eno. Naught, naught, all naught, I can behold no longer;

Th' Antonias, the Ægyptian admiral,

With all their fixty, flie, and turn the rudder:

To fee't, mine eyes are blafted.

Enter Scarus.

Scar. Gods and Goddesses,

All

All the whole Synod of them!

Eno, What's thy paffion?

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. On our fide like the token'd peftilence, Where death is fure. Your ribauld nag of Egypt, (Whom leprofie o'ertake!) i'th' midft o' th' fight, (When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd for Both as the fame, or rather ours the elder ;) The breeze upon her, like a cow in June, Hoifts fails, and flies.

no

no

Eno. That I beheld:

Mine eyes did ficken at the fight, and could not
Endure a further view.

Scar. She once being looft,

The noble ruin of her magick, Antony,

Claps on his fea-wing, like a doting mallard,
Leaving the fight in height, flies after her:
I never faw an action of fuch shame;
Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before
Did violate fo itself.

Eno. Alack, alack.

Enter Canidius.

Can. Our fortune on the fea 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 flight,
Moft grofly by his own.

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

Can. Toward Peloponnefus are they fled.

Scar. 'Tis eafie to't.

And there will I 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 reason 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, It is afham'd to bear me. I am fo lated in the world, Have loft my way for ever. Laden with gold, take that,

Friends, come hither,
that I

I've a fhip

divide it; flie,

And make your peace with Cæfar.

Omnes. Fly! not we.

oh,

Ant. I've filed myself, and have instructed cowards To run, and fhew their fhoulders. Friends, be gone. I have myself refolv'd upon a course, Which has no need of you. Be gone, My treasure's in the harbour. Take itI follow'd That I blush to look upon; My very hairs do mutiny; for the white Reprove the brown for ra hnefs, and they them. For fear and doating. Friends, be gone; you shall 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 ine, I pray, a little; pray you nowNay, 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 June!

Ant. No, no, no, no, no.

Eros. See you here, Sir!

Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie.

Char. Madam▾