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My grieving ear withal; whereon I begg'd
Caf. (8) Which foon he granted,
Being an Obftruct 'tween his luft and him.
Caf. I have eyes upon him,
And his affairs come to me on the wind.
Where is he now?
Octa. My Lord, in Athens.
Caf. No, my moft wronged fifter. Cleopatra Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire Up to a whore, who now are levying
(9) The Kings o' th' earth for war. He hath affembled Bacchus the King of Libya, Archelaus
Of Cappadocia, Philadelphus King
Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian King Adullas,
That have my heart parted betwixt two friends,
Caf. Welcome hither;
Your letters did with-hold our breaking forth,
(8) Which foon be granted,
Being an Abftract tween his luft and him.] Antony very foon comply'd to let Octavia go, at her requeft, fays Cæfar; and why? Because he was an abstract between his inordinate paffion and him; this is abfurd. We must read,
Being an Obftru&t 'tween his luft and him.
i. e. his wife being an obftruction, a bar to the profecution of his wanton pleafures with Cleopatra.
(9) Mr. Upton remarks, that there are fome errours in this enumeration of the auxiliary Kings: but it is probable that the authour did not much with to be accurate.
Hold unbewail'd their way.
Welcome to Rome.
and the high Gods,
To do you juftice, make their ministers
Of us, and those that love you. Be of comfort,
Agr. Welcome, lady.
Mec. Welcome, dear Madam.
Each heart in Rome does love and pity you;
And gives his (1) potent regiment to a trull,
Octa. Is it fo, Sir?
Caf. It is moft certain.
Sifter, welcome. Pray you,
Be ever known to patience, my dear'ft fifter! [Exeunt
Near the Promontory of Actium.
Enter Cleopatra and Enobarbus.
Cleo. Eno. But why, why, why?
Will be even with thee, doubt it not.
Cleo. Thou haft (2) forefpoke my being in there
And fay'ft, it is not fit.
Eno. Well; is it, is it?
Cleo. Is't not denounc'd against us? Why fhould not we be there in perfon?
Eno. [Afide.] Well, I could reply; if we fhould ferve with horfe and mares together, the horfe were
(1) -potent regiment- -] Regiment, is government, autho rity; he puts his power and his empire into the hands of a falfe
It may be obferved, that trull was not, in our authour's time, a term of mere infamy, but a word of flight contempt, as wench
(2)forefpoke my being-] To forefpeak, is to contradict, to Speak against, as farbid is to order negatively.
merely loft; the mares would bear a foldier and his horfe.
Cleo. What is't you fay?
Eno. Your prefence needs muft puzzle Antony; Take from his heart, take from his brain, from's time What should not then be fpar'd. He is already Traduc'd for levity, and 'tis faid in Rome,
That Photinus an eunuch, and your maids,
Cleo. Sink Rome, and their tongues rot
That speak againft us! A charge we bear i' th' war;
Enter Antony and Canidius.
Eno. Nay, I have done : here comes the Emperor. Ant. Is it not strange, Canidius,
That from Tarentum, and Brundufium,
He could fo quickly cut th' Ionian fea,
And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, Sweet? Cleo. Celerity is never more admir'd
Than by the negligent.
Ant. A good rebuke,
Which might have well become the best of men
To taunt at flacknèfs.
Will fight with him by fea.
Cleo. 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 ferve not for his vantage, he shakes off; And fo fhould you.
Eno. Your fhips are not well mann'd,
Shall fall you for refufing him at fea,
Ant. By fea, by sea.
Eno. Moft worthy Sir, you therein throw away
Ant. I'll fight at sea.
Cleo. I have fixty fails, Cafar none better.
And, with the reft full-mann'd, from th' head of
Beat the approaching Cafar. But if we fail,
Enter a Meffenger.
Mef. The news is true, my Lord; he is defcry'd; Cæfar has taken Toryne.
Ant. Can he be there in perfon? 'tis impoffible. Strange, that his power fhould be fo. Canidius, Our nineteen legions thou fhalt hold by land, And our twelve thousand horse. We'll to our fhip; Away, my Thetis !
Enter a Soldier,
How now, worthy foldier?
Sold. Oh noble Emperor, do not fight by fea, Trust not to rotten planks: do you mifdoubt
This fword, and these my wounds? let the Egyptians And the Phænicians go a ducking: we
Have us'd to conquer ftanding on the earth,
And fighting foot to foot.
Ant. Well, well, away. [Ex. Ant. Cleo. and Enob.
Sold. (3) By Hercules, I think, I am i' th' right.
Sold. You keep by land
The legions and the horfe whole, do you not?
But we keep whole by land.
Carries beyond belief.
This speed of Cafar's
Sold. While he was yet in Rome,
His power went out in such (4) distractions as
Can. Who's his lieutenant, hear you?
Can. Well, I know the man.
Enter a Messenger.
Mef. The Emperor calls Canidius.
Can. With news the time's in labour, and throw s
Each minute fome.
Enter Cæfar, with his army marching.
Taur. My Lord.
Caf. Strike not by land. Keep whole, provoke
"Till we have done at fea. Do not exceed
The prefcript of this fcroul; our fortune lies
(3) By Hercules, I think, I am i' th' right.
Can. Soldier, thoa art; but his whole action grows
Not in the pow'r on't: -] That is, his whole conduct be comes ungoverned bythe right, or by reafon.
(4) distractions Detachments; feparate bodies.