Alarum. Enter Antony, and Scarus wounded. Scar. O my brave Emperor, this is fought indeed; Had we done fo at firft, we had droven them home With clouts about their heads.

Ant. Thou bleed'it apace.

Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T, But now 'tis made an H.

Ant. They do retire.

Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes; I have yet Room for fix fcotches more.

Enter Eros.

Eros. They're beaten, Sir, and our advantage ferves For a fair victory.

Scar. Let us fcore their backs,

And fnatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind;

'Tis fport to maul a runner.

Ant. I will reward thee,

Once for thy fprightly comfort, and ten-fold

For thy good valour.

Scar. I'll halt after.

''Come on.`

[Exeunt.

Alarum. Enter Antony again in a March, Scarus with others.

Ant. We've beat him to his camp; run one before, And let the Queen know of our + 'gefts; to-morrow Before the fun thall fee's, we'll fpill the blood That has to-day efcap'd. I thank you all; For doughty-handed are you, and have fought Not as you ferv'd 5 'my' caufe, but as't had been

Each man's like mine; you've fhewn your felves all Hectors.
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,

Tell them your feats, whilft they with joyful tears
Wath the congealment from your wounds, and kifs
The honour'd gafhes whole. Give me thy hand,

3 Come thee on. 4 guests;

[To Scarus. Enter

Enter Cleopatra.

To this great a faiery I'll commend thy acts,

Make her thanks blefs thee. O thou day o' th' world,
Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.

Cleo. Lord of lords,

Oh infinite virtue, com'ft thou fmiling from
The world's great fnare, uncaught?

Ant. My nightingale,

We've beat them to their beds. What! girl, though grey
Do fomething mingle with 'our brown, yet have we
A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can

Get goal for goal of youth.

Behold this man, Commend unto his lips thy 7'favouring hand; Kifs it, my warrior: he hath fought to-day, As if a God in hate of mankind had Deftroy'd in fuch a fhape.

Cleo. I'll give thee, friend,

An armour all of gold; it was a King's.

Ant. He has deferv'd it, were it carbuncled

Like holy Phabus' car. Give me thy hand;
Through Alexandria make a jolly march,

Bear our hackt targets, like the men that owe them.
Had our great palace the capacity

To camp his hoft, we all would fup together,
And drink carowfes to the next day's fate
Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,
With brazen din blaft you the city's ear,
Make mingle with our ratling tabourines,

That heav'n and earth may ftrike their founds together,
Applauding our approach.

[Exeunte

(a) The word Faiery here is to be underflood in the fenfe of inchantress which it often carries in the old Romances.

6 our younger brown,

Warburton.

Enter a Centry, and his Company. Enobarbus follows. Cent.F we be not reliev'd within this hour,

We must return to th' court of guard; the night

Is fhiny, and they fay, we fhall embattel
By th' fecond hour i' th' morn.

1 Watch. This last day was

A fhrewd one to's.

Eno. O bear me witnefs, night?

2 Watch. What man is this?

I Watch. Stand clofe, and liften to him.
Eno. Be witness to me, O thou bleffed moon,
When men revolted fhall upon record

Bear hateful memory; poor Anobarbus did
Before thy face repent.

Cent. Enobarbus?

3 Watch. Peace;

Hark further.

Eno. Oh fovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poifonous damp of night 'difperge` upon me?
That life, a very rebel to my will,

May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart
Against the flint and hardness of my fault,

Which being dried with grief, will break to powder,
And finish all foul thoughts. Oh Antony,

Nobler than my revolt is infamous,

Forgive me in thine own particular,

But let the world rank me in register

A mafter-leaver, and a fugitive:

Oh Antony! oh Antony!

I Watch. Let's fpeak to him.

Cent. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks

May concern Cafar.

8 difpunge

[Dies.

2 Walch.

2 Watch. Let's do fo, but he fleeps.

Cent. Swoons rather, for fo bad a prayer as his Was never yet for fleep.

I Watch. Go we to him.

2 Watch. Awake, Sir, awake, fpeak to us. I Watch. Hear, you Sir!

Cent. The hand of death hath caught him.

[Drums afar off. Hark how the drums 9 'din early wakes the fleepers : Let's bear him to the court of guard; he is

Ant.

Between the two Camps.

Enter Antony, and Scarus, with their Army.

Heir preparation is to-day by fea,

TH

We please them not by land.

Scar. For both, my Lord.

Ant. I would they'd fight i' th' fire, or in the air,
We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot
Upon the hills adjoyning to the city

Shall ftay with us. Order for fea is given,
They have put forth the haven: further on,
Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavour.

Enter Cæfar, and his Army.

[Exeunt.

Caf. Not being charg'd, we will be ftill by land, Which as I take't we 3'fhall not; for his best force Is forth to man his gallies. To the vales,

And hold our best advantage.

[Exeunt.

[Alarum afar off, as at a fea-fight.

Enter

9 demurely

I on then,

2 But

3 fhall;

Enter Antony and Scarus.

Ant. Yet they're not join'd:

Where yond pine ftands, I fhall discover all.

I'll bring thee word ftraight, how 'tis like to go. [Exit. Scar. Swallows have built

In Cleopatra's fails their nefts. The augurs

Say, they know not they cannot tell look grimly, And dare not speak their knowledge.

Antony

Is valiant, and dejected, and by starts
His fretted fortunes give him hope and fear
Of what he has, and has not.

Ant.

A

SCENE

ALEXANDRIA.

LL is loft!

Enter Antony.

[Exit.

X.

This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me, My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder They caft their caps up, and carouse together Like friends long loft. Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis thou Haft fold me to this novice, and my heart Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly: For when I am reveng'd upon my charm, I have done all. Bid them all fly, be gone. Oh fun, thy uprife fhall I fee no more: Fortune and Antony part here, even here

Do we shake hands all come to this!-- the hearts That 'fpaniel'd' me at heels, to whom I gave

4

Their wishes, do difcandy, melt their fweets
On bloffoming Cæfar: and this pine is bark'd,
That over-topt them all. Betray'd I am.
Oh this falfe foul of Egypt! this gay charm,
Whofe eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home,
Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,

4 pannell'd or pantler'd

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