Sold. By Hercules, I think, I am i' the right. Can. Soldier, thou art: but his whole action grows Not in the power on't: So our leader's led, And we are women's men. Sold. 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. Sold. His powert went out in such distractions ‡, as Beguil'd all spies. Can. While he was yet in Rome, Who's his lieutenant, hear you? Well I know the man. Sold. They say, one Taurus. Can. Enter a Messenger. Mess. The emperor calls for Canidius. Can. With news the time's with labour; and throes forth, Each minute, some. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. A plain near Actium. Enter Cæsar, Taurus, Officers, and Others. Cæs. Taurus, Taur. Cæs. My lord. Strike not by land; keep whole : Provoke not battle, till we have done at sea. * Goes. + Forces. Detachments, separate bodies. $ Agonizes. Do not exceed the prescript of this scroll: Enter Antony and Enobarbus. [Exeunt. Ant. Set we our squadrons on yon' side o'the hill, In eyet 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. 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; Scar. The greater cantle of the world is lost With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away Kingdoms and provinces. Eno. How appears the fight? Scar. On our side like the token'd | pestilence, Where death is sure. Yon' ribald-rid nag¶ of Egypt, Whom leprosy o'ertake! i' the midst o'the fight,When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd, Both as the same, or rather ours the elder**, The brize upon her, like a cow in June, Hoists sails, and flies. Eno. Did sicken at the sight on't, and could not Endure a further view. Scar. That I beheld: mine eyes She once being loof'd t, The noble ruin of her magick, Antony, Claps on his sea-wing, and like a doting mallard, I never saw an action of such shame; Eno. 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 Indeed. night Can. Towards Peloponnesus are they fled, [Aside. Scar. 'Tis easy to't; and there I will attend What further comes. Can. To Cæsar will I render My legions, and my horse; six kings already Eno. I'll yet follow The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason Sits in the wind against me. [Exeunt, The gad-fly, that stings cattle. ↑ Brought close to the wind. SCENE IX. Alexandria. A room in the palace. Enter Antony, and Attendants. Ant. Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon't, Have lost my way for ever:-I have a ship Att. Fly! not we. Ant. I have fled myself; and have instructed cowards To run, and show their shoulders.-Friends, be gone; I have myself resolv'd upon a course, 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 Belated, benighted. Enter Eros, and Cleopatra, led by Charmian and Iras. Eros. Nay, gentle madam, to him:-Comfort him. Iras. Do, most dear queen. Char. Do? Why, what else? Eros. See you here, sir? Ant. O fye, fye, fye. Char. Madam, Iras. Madam; O good empress!- Ant. Yes, my lord, yes;-He*, at Philippi, kept Dealt on lieutenantry †, and no practice had In the brave squares of war: Yet now-No matter. Cleo. Ah, stand by. Eros. The queen, my lord, the queen. 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 approaches; Her head's declined, and death will seize her; but § Your comfort makes the rescue. Ant. I have offended reputation; A most unnoble swerving. Eros. Sir, the queen. Ant. O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? How I convey my shame out of thine eyes, By looking back on what I have left behind, 'Stroy'd in dishonour. Cleo. * Cæsar. See, O my lord, my lord! + Fought by his officers. Divested of his faculties. |