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And, with the rest full mann'd, from the head of

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 !2—How now, worthy soldier?
Sold. Ŏ noble emperor, do not fight by sea;
Trust not to rotten planks: Do you misdoubt
This sword, and these my wounds? Let the Egyp-


Gods, and goddesses,

All the whole synod of them!
What's thy passion?
Scar. The greater cantle10 of the world is lost
With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away
Kingdoms and provinces.


How appears the fight?
Scar. On our side like the token'dil pestilence,
Whom leprosy o'ertake! i'the midst o'the fight,
Where death is sure. Yon' ribald-rid nag12 of Egypt,
When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd,
Both as the same, or rather ours the elder, 13
The brize14 upon her, like a cow in June,
Hoists sails, and flies.

Well, well, away.


That I beheld: mine eyes

[Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra, and Enobarbus. Did sicken at the sight on't, and could not
Sold. By Hercules, I think, I am i'the right.
Can. Soldier, thou art: but his whole action
Not in the power on't: So our leader's led,
And we are women's men.

Endure a further view.
She once being loof'd,is
The noble ruin of her magic, Antony,
Claps on his sea-wing, and like a doting mallard,
Leaving the fight in height, flies after her:
I never saw an action of such shame;
Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before
Did violate so itself.

Alack, alack!
Enter Canidius.

Can. Our fortune on the sea is out of breath,
And sinks most lamentably. Had our general
Been what he knew himself, it had gone well:
O, he has given example for our flight,
Most grossly, by his own.

Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? Why then, good


Can. Towards Peloponnesus are they fled. Scar. 'Tis easy to't; and there I will attend What further comes.

And the Phoenicians, go a ducking; we
Have used to conquer, standing on the earth,
And fighting foot to foot.


You keep by land
The legions and the horse whole, do you not?
Can. Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius,
Publicola, and Cælius, are for sea:
But we keep whole by land. This speed of Cæsar's
Carries beyond belief.
While he was yet in Rome,
His power went out in such distractions, as
Beguil'd all spies.

Who's his lieutenant, hear
Sold. They say, one Taurus.


Well I know the man.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. The emperor calls for Canidius.
Can. With news the time's with labour; and
throes6 forth,
Each minute, some.

[Exeunt. SCENE VIII-A plain near Actium. Enter Cæsar, Taurus, Officers, and others.

Cas. Taurus,


My lord.

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.7


Enter Antony and Enobarbus.

Ant. Set we our squadrons on yon' side o'the hill,
In eyes of Cæsar's battle; from which place
We may the number of the ships behold,
And so proceed accordingly.

[Exeunt. Enter Canidius, marching with his land army one way over the stage; and Taurus, the lieutenant of Cæsar, the other way. After their going in, is heard the noise of a sea-fight.

(1) Strange that his forces should be there.
(2) Cleopatra. (3) Goes.

(4) Forces. (5) Detachments, separate bodies.
(6) Agonizes. (7) Hazard.
(9) Name of Cleopatra's ship.

(8) Sight.


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.

To Cæsar will I render
My legions, and my horse; six kings already
Show me the way of yielding.


I'll yet follow 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 asham'd to bear me !-Friends, come hither,
I am so lated16 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.
Fly! not we.
Ant. I have fled myself; and have instructed

To run, and show their shoulders.—Friends, bę


I have myself resolv'd upon a course,

(10) Corner. (11) Spotted.

(12) Lewd, common strumpet. (13) Better.
(14) The gad-fly, that stings cattle.
(15) Brought close to the wind.

(16) Belated, benighted.

3 A

Which has no need of you; be gone :
My treasure's in the harbour, take it.-0,
I follow'd that I blush to look upon :
My very hairs do mutiny; for the white
Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them
For fear and doting.-Friends, be gone: you shall
Have letters from me to some friends that will
Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad,
Nor make replies of loathness: take the hint
Which my despair proclaims; let that be left
Which leaves itself: to the sea-side straightway:
I will possess you of that ship and treasure.
Leave me, I pray, a little; 'pray you now :—
Nay, do so; for, indeed, I have lost command,
Therefore I pray you:-I'll see you by and by.

[Sits down. Enter Eros, and Cleopatra, led by Charmian and


Eros. Nay, gentle madam, to him:-Comfort him.
Iras. Do, most dear queen.
Char. Do? Why, what else?
Cleo. Let me sit down.
Ant. No, no, no, no, no.
Eros. See you here, sir?
Ant. O fie, fie, fie.

O Juno!

Char. Madam,

Iras. Madam; O good empress


Eros. Sir, sir,

Ant. Yes, my lord, yes;-He, at Philippi, kept His sword even like a dancer; while I struck The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas I, That the mad Brutus ended: he alone Dealt on lieutenantry,2 and no practice had In the brave squares of war: Yet now-No matter. Cleo. Ah, stand by.


Eros. The queen, my lord, the
Iras. Go to him, madam, speak to him;
He is unqualitied with very shame.

Cleo. Well then,-Sustain me :-O!
Eros. Most noble sir, arise; the queen ap-

Her head's declined, and death will seize her; but4 Your comfort makes the rescue.

Ant. I have offended reputation;

A most unnoble swerving.


Sir, the queen.

Ant. O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See, How I convey my shame out of thine eyes, By looking back on what I have left behind, 'Stroy'd in dishonour.


0 my lord, my lord! Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought, You would have follow'd.


Egypt, thou knew'st too well, My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings, And thou should'st tow me after: O'er my spirit Thy full supremacy thou knew'st; and that' Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods Command me. O, my pardon.

Cleo. Ant. Now I must To the young man send humble treaties, dodge And palter in the shifts of lowness; who With half the bulk o'the world play'd as I pleas'd, Making, and marring fortunes. You did know, How much you were my conqueror; and that My sword, made weak by my affection, would

(1) Cæsar. (2) Fought by his officers. (3) Divested of his faculties. (4) Unless. (5) Values.

(6) Euphronius, schoolmaster to Antony's chil


Obey it on all cause.

O pardon, pardon.

Ant. Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates
All that is won and lost: Give me a kiss;
Even this repays me.-We sent our schoolmaster,
Is he come back?-Love, I am full of lead :-
Some wine, within there, and our viands:-For-
tune knows,

We scorn her most, when most she offers blows.
SCENE X-Cæsar's camp, in Egypt. Enter
Cæsar, Dolabella, Thyreus, and others.
Caes. Let him appear that's come from Antony.—
Know you him?
Cæsar, 'tis his schoolmaster :6
He sends so poor a pinion of his wing,
An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither
Which had superfluous kings for messengers,
Not many moons gone by.

Enter Euphronius.

Cæs. Approach, and speak. Eup. 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 sea.7 Cœs.

Be it so; Declare thine office. Eup. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and Requires to live in Egypt: which not granted, He lessens his requests; and to thee sues To let him breathe between the heavens and earth, A private man in Athens: This for him. Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness; Submits her to thy might; and of thee craves The circles of the Ptolemies for her heirs, Now hazarded to thy grace.

For Antony,
I have no ears to his request. The queen
Of audience, nor desire, shall fail; so she
From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend,
Or take his life there: This if she perform,
She shall not sue unheard. So to them both.
Eup. Fortune pursue thee!

Bring him through the bands. [Exit Euphronius. To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time: Despatch; From Antony win Cleopatra: promise,

[To Thyreus. And in our name, what she requires; add more, From thine invention, offers: women are not, In their best fortunes, strong; but want will perjure The ne'er-touch'd vestal: Try thy cunning, Thy


Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we Will answer as a law.


Cæsar, I go.

Cas. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw;10 And what thou think'st his very action speaks In every power that moves.

Thyr. Cæsar, I shall. [Exe SCENE XI.-Alexandria. A room in the palace. Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, and Iras.

Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus?
Think, and die.
Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this?
Eno. Antony only, that would make his will

(7) As is the dew to the sea.

(8) Diadem, the crown, (9) Paramour. (10) Conforms himself to this breach of his for.


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Under the service of a child, as soon

As the command of Cæsar: I dare him therefore
To lay his gay comparisons2 apart,
And answer me declin'd,3 sword against sword,
Ourselves alone: I'll write it; follow me.
[Exeunt Antony and Euphronius.
Eno. Yes, like enough, high-battled Cæsar will
Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd to the show,
Against a sworder.-I see, men's judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
Knowing all measures, the full Cæsar will
Answer his emptiness!-Cæsar, thou hast subdu'd||
His judgment too.

Enter an Attendant.

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Cleo. He is a god, and knows What is most right: Mine honour was not yielded, But conquer'd merely.

Eno. To be sure of that, [Aside. I will ask Antony.-Sir, sir, thou'rt so leaky, That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for Thy dearest quit thee. [Exit Enobarbus. Thyr. Shall I say to Cæsar What you require of him? for he partly begs To be desir'd to give. It much would please him, That of his fortunes you should make a staff To lean upon: but it would warm his spirits, To hear from me you had left Antony, And put yourself under his shrowd, The universal landlord.


What's your name?

Thyr. My name is Thyreus. Cleo. Most kind messenger, Say to great Cæsar this, In disputation? I kiss his conqu'ring hand: tell him, I am prompt To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel: Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I bear The doom of Egypt.

Thyr. 'Tis your noblest course. Wisdom and fortune combating together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance may shake it. Give me grace9 to lay My duty on your hand.


Your Cæsar's father Oft, when he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in,10 Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place, As it rain'd kisses.

Re-enter Antony and Enobarbus. Ant. Favours, by Jove that thunders!-What art thou, fellow? Thyr.

One, that but performs man, and worthiest

The bidding of the fullest To have command obey'd. Eno.

You will be whipp'd. Ant. Approach, there:-Ay, you kite!--Now gods and devils! Authority melts from me: Of late, when I cry'd, ho Like boys unto a muss,12 kings would start forth, And cry, Your will? Have you no ears? I am

Enter Attendants.

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(7) Supposed to be an error for deputation, i. e. by proxy.

(8) Obeyed. (9) Grant me the favour. (10) Conquering. (11) Most complete and perfect. (12) Scramble. (13) A term of contempt.

Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face,
And whine aloud for mercy: Take him hence.
Thyr. Mark Antony,-
Tug him away: being whipp'd,
Bring him again :-This Jack of Cæsar's shall
Bear us an errand to him.---
[Exeunt Attend. with Thyreus.
You were half blasted ere I knew you :-Ha!
Have my pillow left unpress'd in Rome,
Forborne the getting of a lawful race,
And by a gem of women, to be abus'd
By one that looks on feeders?!


Good my lord,-
Ant. You have been a boggler ever :-
But when we in our viciousness grow hard,
(O misery on't!) the wise gods seel2 our eyes;
In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us
Adore our errors, laugh at us, while we strut
To our confusion.


Wherefore is this?
Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards,
And say, God quit you! be familiar with
My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal,
And plighter of high hearts!-0, that I were
Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar

The horned herd! for I have savage cause;
And to proclaim it civilly, were like

A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank
For being yare about him.-Is he whipp'd?

Re-enter Attendants, with Thyreus.

1 Att. Soundly, my lord.

Cry'd he? and begg'd he pardon?
1 Att. He did ask favour.


O, is it come to this?
Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon
Dead Cæsar's trencher: nay, you were a fragment
Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours,
Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have
That's my
brave lord!
Luxuriously pick'd out :-For I am sure,
Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd,
Though you can guess what temperance should be, And fight maliciously for when mine hours
You know not what it is.

Were nicell and lucky, men did ransom lives
Of me for jests, but now, I'll set my teeth,
And send to darkness all that stop me.-Come,
Let's have one other gaudy12 night: call to me
All my sad captains, fill our bowls; once more
Let's mock the midnight bell.

Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent
Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry
To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since
Thou hast been whipp'd for following him : hence-

'The white hand of a lady fever thee,
Shake thou to look on't.-Get thee back to Cæsar,
Tell him thy entertainment: Look, thou say,
He makes me angry with him: for he seems
Proud and disdainful; harping on what I am;
Not what he knew I was: He makes me angry;
And at this time most easy 'tis to do't;
When my good stars, that were my former guides,
Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike
My speech, and what is done; tell him, he has
Hipparchus, my enfranchis'd bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like, to quits me: Urge it thou:
Hence, with thy stripes, begone. [Exit Thyreus.
Cleo. Have you done yet?

Alack, our terrene6 moon
Is now eclips'd; and it portends alone
The fall of Antony!


I must stay his time.

Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points?


Not know me yet?

(1) Servants. (2) Close up. (3) Wantonly.
(4) Ready, handy. (5) Requite. (6) Earthly.
(7) Dissolves. (8) Her son by Julius Cæsar.

Ant. Cold-hearted toward me?
Ah, dear, if I be so,
From my cold heart let heaven engender hail,
And poison it in the source; and the first stone
Drop in my neck as it determines,7 so
Dissolve my life! The next Cæsarion smite!
Till, by degrees, the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the discandying9 of this pelleted storm,
Lie graveless; till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for prey!

I am satisfied.
Cæsar sits down in Alexandria; where
I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy toc
Have knit again, and fleet,10 threat'ning most sea-


Where hast thou been, my heart?-Dost thou hear,

If from the field I shall return once more
To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
I and my sword will earn our chronicle;
There is hope in it yet.


It is my birth-day: I had thought, to have held it poor; but, since my lord

Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
Ant. We'll yet do well.

Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord.

Ant. Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night

I'll force

The wine peep through their scars.-Come on, my

There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight,
I'll make death love me; for I will contend
Even with his pestilent scythe.

[Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra, and Attend. Eno. Now he'll out-stare the lightning. To be furious,

Is, to be frighted out of fear and in that mood,
The dove will peck the estridge;13 and I see still,
A diminution in our aptain's brain
Restores his heart: When valour preys on reason,
It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
Some way to leave him.


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Cæsar must think,
When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling Give him no breath, but now
Make boot of his distraction. Never anger
Made good guard for itself.

You take me in too dolorous a sense:

I spake to you for your comfort: did desire
To burn this night with torches: Know, my hearts,
I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you,
Where rather I'll expect victorious life,
Than death and honour. Let's to supper; come,
And drown consideration.
SCENE III.-The same. Before the palace.
Enter two Soldiers, to their guard.

Cæs. Let our best heads Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles We mean to fight:-Within our files there are Of those that serv'd Mark Antony but late, Enough to fetch him in. See it be done; And feast the army: we have store to do't, And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony! [Exeunt. 2 Sold. It will determine one way: fare you well. SCENE II-Alexandria. A room in the pal-Heard you of nothing strange about the streets? ace. Enter Antony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Char- 1 Sold. Nothing: What news? mian, Iras, Alexas, and others. 2 Sold.

1 Sold. Brother, good night: to-morrow is the day.

Belike, 'tis but a rumour:

Good night to you.
1 Sold.

Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius.


Ant. Why should he not?

Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better


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The gods forbid !
Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-
Scant not my cups; and make as much of me,
As when mine empire was your fellow too,
And suffer'd my command.

What does he mean?
Eno. To make his followers weep.
Tend me to-night;|
May be, it is the period of your duty :
Haply, you shall not see me more; or if,
A mangled shadow: perchance, to-morrow
You'll serve another master. I look on you,
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
I turn you not away; but, like a master
Married to your good service, stay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the gods yield3 you for't!


What mean you, sir, To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep; And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd; for shame, Transform us not to women.

Ant. Ho, ho, ho !4 Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus! Grace grow where those drops fall! My hearty friends,

(1) Take advantage. (2) Perhaps.

Well, sir, good night.
Enter two other Soldiers.

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