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: Cæsar 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 't is made an H.

Ant.

They do retire.

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

Enter EROS.

Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage serves For a fair victory.

Scar.

Let us score their backs,

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

"T is sport to maul a runner.

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

Scar.

I will reward thee

I'll halt after. [Exeunt.

SCENE VIII.-Under the Walls of Alexandria. Enter ANTONY, marching; SCARUS, and Forces.

Ala rum.

Ant. We have beat him to his camp: Run one before, And let the queen know of our guests.-To-morrow, Before the sun 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 't had been
Each man's like mine; you have shown all Heetors.
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;
[To SCARUS.

Enter CLEOPATRA, attended.

To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,'

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.

My nightingale,

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

grey

Do something mingle with our younger brown;

Yet ha' 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 such 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 Phoebus' 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.

SCENE IX.-Cæsar's Camp.

[Exeunt.

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,—

3 Sold. What man is this?

2 Sold.

Stand close, and list him.

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 sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night disponge 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!

2. Sold. Let's speak to him.

[Dics.

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

3 Sold. Let's do so.

But he sleeps.

1 Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his was never yet for sleep.

2 Sold. Go we to him.

3 Sold. Awake, sir, awake; speak to us. 2 Sold. Hear you, sir?

1 Sold. The hand of death hath raught him. Hark,

the drums

[Drums afar off. Demurely wake the sleepers. 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.

[Exeunt with the body.

SCENE X.-Between the two Camps.

Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, with Forces marching

Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea;

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 :a

Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavour.

[Exeunt.

Enter CESAR, and his Forces marching. Cas. But being charg'd, we will be still by land,

a The sentence

"Order for sea is given;

They have put forth the haven"

is parenthetical. Omit it, and Antony says, that the foot soldiers shall stay with him, upon the hills adjoining to the city,

"Where their appointment we may best discover."

Which, as I take 't, we shall; for his best force
Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage.

Re-enter ANTONY and SCARUS.

[Exeunt.

Ant. Yet they are not join'd: Where yond pine does

stand,

I shall discover all; I'll bring thee word

Straight, how 't is like to go.

Scar.

[Exit

Swallows have built

In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers

Antony

Say, they know not, they cannot tell;-look grimly,
And dare not speak their knowledge.
Is valiant and dejected; and, by starts,
His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear,
Of what he has, and has not.

Ant.

Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight.

Re-enter ANTONY.

All is lost;

This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:

My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
They cast their caps up, and carouse together
Like friends long lost.-Triple-turn'd whore! 't is

thou

Hast sold 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.

[Exit SCARUS.

O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
Fortune and Antony part here; even here
Do we shake hands. All come to this?-The hearts
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark'd,
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am :

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