OCT. You have not call'd me fo, nor have you cause. CAS. Why haft thou ftoln upon us thus ? You come not Like Cafar's fifter: The wife of Antony

Should have an army for an usher, and

The neighs of horse to tell of her approach,
Long ere fhe did appear: the trees by the way
Should have born men; and expectation fainted,
Longing for what it had not: nay, the duft
Should have afcended to the roof of heaven,
Rais'd by your populous troops: But you are come
A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented
The oftent of our love, which, left unfhewn,
Is often left unlov'd: we should have met you
By fea, and land; fupplying every stage
With an augmented greeting.
OCT. Good my lord,

To come thus was I not conftrain'd, but did it
On my free will. My lord Mark Antony,
Hearing that you prepar'd for war, acquainted
My grieving ear withal; whereon, I beg'd
His pardon for return.

CAS.-Which foon he granted,
Being an obftruct 'tween his luft and him.
OCT. Do not fay fo, my lord.

CAS.-I have eyes upon him,

And his affairs come to me on the wind:

Where, fay you, he is now?

OCT. My lord, in Athens.

CAS. No, my moft wronged fifter; Cleopatra Hath nodded him to her: He hath giv'n his empire Up to a whore; who now are levying

The Kings o'the earth for war.

OCT. -Ah me moft wretched!

That have my heart parted betwixt two friends,
That do afflict each other.

CAS.-Welcome hither:

Your letters did withhold our breaking forth;
"Till we perceived, both how you were wrong'd,
And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart:
Be you not troubl'd with the time, which drives
O'er your content these strong neceffities;
But let determin'd things to destiny
Hold unbewail'd their way.

Welcome to Rome:

Nothing more dear to me. You are abus'd
Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods,
To do you justice, make them ministers

Of us, and those that love you. Be of comfort;
And ever welcome to us.

AGR. -Welcome, lady.

MEC. Welcome, dear madam.

Each heart in Rome does love and pity you:

Only the adulterous Antony, moft large
In his abominations, turns you off;

And gives his potent regiment to a trull,

That noises it against us.

OCT. Is it fo, fir?

CAS. Moft certain. Sifter, welcome: Pray you now,

Be ever known to patience: My dear'ft fifter!

ACT III.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I. Near Actium. Antony's Camp.

Enter CLEOPATRA, and ENOBARBUS. CLE. I will be even with thee, doubt it not.

ENO. But why, why, why?

CLE. Thou haft fore-spoke my being in these wars; And say'st, it is not fit.

ENO. Well, is it, is it?

CLE. Is't not denounc'd 'gainst us? Why should not we Be there in person?

ENO. Well, I could reply:

If we should serve with horse and mares together,
The horse were meerly loft; the mares would bear
A foldier, and his horse.

CLE. -What is't you say?

ENO. Your prefence needs muft puzle Antony;
Take from his heart, take from his brain, from his time,
What should not then be spar'd. He is already

Traduc'd for levity; and 'tis said in Rome,
That Photinus an eunuch, and your maids,

Manage this war.

CLE. -Sink Rome; and their tongues rot,

That speak against us! A charge we bear i'the war,
And, as the prefident of my kingdom, will

Appear there for a man. Speak not against it;
I will not stay behind.

ENO. Nay, I have done.

Here comes the Emperor.

Enter ANTONY, and CANIDIUS.

ANT. -Is't not ftrange, Canidius,
That from Tarentum, and Brundufium,

He could fo quickly cut the Ionian fea,
And take in Toryne ?You have heard on't, fweet?
CLE. Celerity is never more admir'd,

Than by the negligent.

ANT. A good rebuke,

Which might have well becom❜d the best of men,
To taunt at flackness. My Canidius, we
Will fight with him by fea.

CLE. 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 serve not for his vantage, he shakes off;
And fo fhould you.

ENO. Your fhips are not well man'd:
Your mariners are muliteers, reapers, people
Ingroft by swift imprefs; in Cefar's fleet
Are thofe, that often have 'gainst Pompey fought:
Their fhips are yare; yours, heavy: No difgrace
Can fall you for refufing him at fea,
Being prepar'd for land.

ANT. By fea, by fea.

ENO. Moft worthy fir, 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 own renowned knowledge; quite forego
The way which promifes affurance; and
Give up yourself meerly to chance and hazard,
From firm fecurity.

ANT. -I'll fight at sea.

CLE. I have fixty fails, Cæfar none better.
ANT. -Come:

Our over-plus of fhipping will we burn ;

And, with the reft full-man'd, from the head of Actium

Beat the approaching Cefar. But if we fail,

Enter an Attendant.

We then can do't at land. Thy business?
The news is true,

Att.

Cæfar has taken Toryne.

my lord; he is descry'd;

ANT. Can he be there in person ? 'tis impoffible; Strange, that his power should be. Canidius,

Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land,
And our twelve thousand horse:_we'll to our fhip;
Enter DIOMEDE.

Away, my Thetis. How now, worthy foldier?
Dio. O noble Emperor, do not fight by fea;
Truft not to rotten planks: Do you misdoubt
This fword, and these 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. CLE. ENO. and Attendant.

D10. By Hercules, I think I am i'the right. CAN. Soldier, thou art: but this whole action grows Not in the power on't: So our leader's led,

And we are women's men.

DIO. -You keep by land

The legions and the horse whole, do you not?
CAN. Marcus Octavius, Marcus Jufteius,

Publicola, and Calius, are for fea:

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

Carries beyond belief.

DIO. While he was yet in Rome,

His power went out in such distractions, as
Beguil'd all fpies.