That Photinus an eunuch, and your maids, Cleo. Sink Rome, and their tongues rot That fpeak against us? A charge we bear i'th'war; 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? Than by the negligent. Ant. A good rebuke, Which might have well become the best of men 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. Eno. Your fhips are not well mann'd, Your mariners are muliteers, reapers, people Ant. By fea, by fea. Eno. Moft worthy Sir, you therein throw away Your Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego 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 ; Ant. Can he be there in perfon? 'tis impoffible. 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? Publicola, and Cælius, are for sea : But we keep whole by land. This fpeed of Cæfar's VOL. VII. G Carries Carries beyond belief. Sol. While he was yet in Rome, His power went out in such distractions as Can. Who's his lieutenant, hear you? 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, 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 Scar. She once being looft, The noble ruin of her magick, Antony, Claps on his fea-wing, like a doting mallard, Eno. Alack, alack. Enter Canidius. Can. Our fortune on the fea is out of breath, 2 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. My legions and my horfe; fix Kings already 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, 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. 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▾ |