Some ditch, wherein to die; the foul'st best fits
My latter part of life.

[Exit.

SCENE VII.

Field of Battle between the Camps.

Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA, and

Others.

Agr. Retire, we have engag'd ourselves too far:

Cæfar himself has work, and our oppression
Exceeds what we expected.

[Exeunt.

Alarum. Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, wounded.

Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!

Had we done so at first, we had driven them home

With clouts about their heads.

Ant.

Thou bleed'st 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 scotches more.

Enter EROS.

Eros. They are beaten, fir; and our advantage serves

For a fair victory.

Scar.

Let us score their backs,

And snatch em up, as we take hares, behind;

'Tis sport to maul a runner.

Ant.

I will reward thee

Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.

Scar.

I'll halt after. [Exeunt.

SCENE VIII.

Under the Walls of Alexandria.

Alarum. Enter ANTONY, marching; SCARUS, and
Forces.

Ant. We have beat him to his camp: Run one before,
And let the queen know of our guests. --To-morrow,
Before the fun shall see us, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all;
For doughty-handed are you; and have fought
Not as you serv'd the cause, but as it had been
Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors.
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honour'd gashes whole.-Give me thy hand;

Enter CLEOPTRA, attended.

To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,

[TO SCARUS.

Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day o' the 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!

O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught?

Ant.

Ant.

My nightingale,

We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? though

grey

Do something 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 favouring hand ;-
Kiss it, my warrior:-He hath fought to-day,
As if a god, in hate of mankind, had

Destroy'd in fuch a shape.

Cleo.

I'll give thee, friend,

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

Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phœbus' car.-Give me thy hand ;-
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them:
Had our great palace the capacity

To camp this host, we all would sup together;
And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
Which promises royal peril. -Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with our rattling tabourines;
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
Applauding our approach.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IX.

Cæfar's Camp.

Sentinels on their post. Enter ENOBARBUS.

1 Sold. If we be not reliev'd within this hour, We must return to the court of guard: The night

Is shiny; and, they say, we shall embattle

By the second hour i' the morn.

2 Sold.

This last day was

A shrewd one to us.
Eno.

O, bear me witness, night,

Stand close, and lift to him.

3 Sold. What man is this? 2 Sold.

Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,

When men revolted shall upon record

Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did

Before thy face repent!

1 Sold.

3 Sold.

Hark further.

Enobarbus!

Peace;

Eno. O fovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night difpunge 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. O Antony,
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,

Forgive me in thine own particular;
But let the world rank me in register

A master-leaver, and a fugitive:

O Antony! O Antony!

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

May concern Cæfar.

3 Sold.

Let's do fo. But he fleeps.

1 Sold. Swoons rather; for fo bad a prayer as his

Was never yet for fleeping.

[Dies. 3 Sold. Awake, awake, fir; speak to us. 2 Sold.

Hear you, fir?

1 Sold. The hand of death hath raught him. Hark, the [Drums afar off.

drums

Demurely wake the fleepers. Let us bear him
To the court of guard; he is of note; our hour
Is fully out.

3 Sold. Come on then;

He may recover yet.

SCENE X.

[Exeunt with the body.

Between the two Camps.

Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, with Forces, marching.

Ant. Their preparation is to-day by fea;

We please them not by land.

Scar.

For both, my lord.

Ant. I would, they'd fight i' the fire, or in the air;
We'd fight there too. But this it is; Our foot
Upon the hills adjoining to the city,
Shall stay with us: order for sea is given;
They have put forth the haven: Further on,
Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavour.

Enter CÆSAR, and his Forces, marching.

[Exeunt.

Caf. But being charg'd, we will be still by land,
Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force
Is forth to man his gallies. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage.

[Exeunt.

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