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With all their sixty, 6/ Ries and turns the rudder :
To see't, mine eyes are blasted.
Scar. Gods, and Goddesses, all the whole fynod of them! Æno. What's thy passion?
Scar. The greater cantle of the world is loft With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away Kingdoms and provinces.
Æno. How appears the fight?
Scar. On our side like the token'd pestilence,
Where death is sure. 7'Yond ribauld nag of Ægypt,
(Whom leprosie o'ertake!) i'th' midst o'th' 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 fails, and flies.
Æno. That I beheld:
Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, 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 doating mallard,
Leaving the fight in height, fies after her:
I never faw an action of such fhame;
Experience, manhood, honour ne'er before
Did violate so it felf.
Æno. Alack, alack!
Can. Our fortune on the sea is out of breath,
And links most lamentably. Had our General
Been what he knew himself, it had gone well :
Oh he has given example for our Aight,
Most grolly by his own.
Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts ? why then good-night Indeed.
Can. 6 Aie, and turn
Can. Toward Peloponnefus are they fled.
Scar. 'Tis easie to't. And there I will attend
What further comes.
Can. To Cesar will I render
My legions and my horse; six Kings already
Shew me the way of yielding,
Æno. I'll yet follow
The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason
Sits in the wind against me.
[Exeunt severally. S c
E N E VIII.
Enter Antony, with Eros and other Attendants.
Ant. Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon't,
It is alham'd to bear me. Friends, come hither,
I am so lated in the world, that I
Have lost my way for ever. I've a ship
Laden with gold, take that, divide it ; Ay,
And make your peace with Cæsar.
Omnes. Fly! not we.
Ant. I've fled my self, and have instructed cowards To run, and shew their shoulders. Friends, be gone. I have my self resolv'd upon a course, Which has no need of you. Be gone, My treasure's in the harbour. Take it — oh, 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 doating. Friends, be gone ; you shall Have letters from me to some friends, that will Sweep your way for you. Pray you look not fad, Nor make replies of lothness ; take the hint Which my despair proclaims. Let them be left Which leave themselves. To the sea-side straight-way : I will possess you of that ship and treasure. Leave me, I pray, a little ; pray you now Nay, do so ; for indeed I've lost command, Therefore, I pray you— I'll see 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, most dear Queen.
: 'Ceo. Do? why, what else? let me Sit down ; oh Juno!"
Ant. No, no, no, no, no.
Eros. See you here, Sir?
Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie.
Iras. Madam, oh good Empress !
Eros. 9 'Sir, Sir, my Lord!
Ant. ' 'Yes, yes;' he at Philippi kept
His sword e'en like a dancer, while I strook
The lean and wrinkled Cassius, and 'twas I
That the 'fad Brutus ended; he alone
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: oh!
Eros. Most noble Sir, arise, the Queen approaches ; Her head's declin'd, and death will leize her, but Your comfort makes the rescue.
Ant. I have offended reputation ; A most unnoble swerving
Eros. Sir, the Queen.
Ant. O whither haft thou led me, Ægypt? see
How I convey my shame out of thine eyes,
By looking back on what I've left behind
Stroy'd in dishonour.
Cleo. Oh, my Lord, my Lord ;
Forgive my fearful fails; I little thought
You 8 Char. Do? why what else ? Cleo. Let nie fit down ? oh Juno ! 1 Yes, my Lord,
You would have follow'd.
Ant. Ægypt, thou knew'st too well,
My heart was to thy rudder ey'd by th' ftring,
And thou should'It' towe me after. O'er my spirit
3 Thy full fupremacy thou knew'ít, and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the Gods
Cieo. Oh, my pardon!
Ant. Now I must
To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the shift of lowness, who
With half the bulk oʻth' 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
Obey it on all cause.
Cleo. Oh! pardon, pardon !
Ant. Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates
All that is won and loft: give me a kiss,
Even this repays me. We sent our schoolmaster,
Is he come back? Love, I am full of lead;
Some 4 /wine there, and our viands: fortune knows,
We scorn her most, when most she offers blows. [ Exeunt.
S C Ε Ν Ε ΙΧ.
Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Thyrëus, with others.
Cal. LET him
appear that's come from Antony.
Dol. Cæfar, 'cis his schoolmaster,
An argument that he is pluckt, when hither
He sends so poor a pinnion of his wing,
Which had fuperfluous Kings for mefiengers,
Not many moons gone by.
Enter 4 wine, within there,
Enter Ambassador from Antony.
Cæs. Approach and speak.
Amb. 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
Tos'the grand sea.
Caf. Be't fo, declare thine office.
Amb. Lord of his fortunes he falutes thee, and
Requires to live in Ægypt; which not granted,
He leffens his requests, and to thee sues
To let him breathe between the heav'ns 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 circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs,
Now hazarded to thy grace.
Cef. For Antony,
I have no ears to his request. The Queen
Of audience nor desire shall fail, so the
From Ægypt drive her all-disgraced friend,
Or take his life there. This if she perform,
She shall not fue unheard. So to them both.
Amb. Fortune pursue thee!
Gaf. Bring him through the bands. [Exit Ambassador. To try thy eloquence now ’tis time, dispatch, From Antony win Cleopatra, promise, (To Thyrëus. And in our name; when she requires, add more 6/As'thine invention offers. Women are not In their best fortunes strong; but want will perjure The ne'er-touch'd vestal. Try thy cunning, Thyrërls, Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we Will answer as a law.
Thyr. Cæfar, I go.
Caf. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw, And what thou think'st his very action speaks