08. Ay me moft wretched,

That have my heart parted betwixt two friends,
That do afflict each other!

Caf. Welcome hither;

Your letters did with-hold our breaking forth,
'Till we perceiv'd, both how you were wrong led,
And we in negligent danger; cheer your heart.
Be you not troubled with the time, which drives
O'er your content thefe ftrong neceffities;
But let determin'd things to Destiny
Hold unbewail'd their way.

Nothing more dear to me.

Welcome to Rome;

You are abus'd

Beyond the mark of thought; and the high Gods, To do you juftice, make their minifters

Of us, and those that love you.

And ever welcome to us.

Agr. Welcome, lady.

Mec. Welcome, dear Madam.

Be of comfort,

Each heart in Rome does love and pity you;
Only th' adulterous Antony, moft large
In his abominations, turns you off,

And gives his potent regiment to a trull,
That nofes it against us.

Oct. Is it fo, Sir?

Caf. It is moft certain: fifter, welcome; pray you, Be ever known to patience. My dear'st fifter!

Cleo.

SCENE VI.

Near the Promontory of Actium.
Enter Cleopatra and Enobarbus.

Eno. But why, why, why?

Will be even with thee, doubt it not.

[Exeunt.

Cleo. Thou haft forefpoke my being in these wars;

And fay'ft, it is not fit.

Eno. Well; is it, is it?

Cleo.

Cleo. Is't not denounc'd against us? why fhould not we be there in perfon?

Eno. Well, I could reply: if we should serve with horfe and mares together, the horfe were merely loft; the mares would bear a foldier and his horse.

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 fhould not then be fpar'd. He is already Traduc'd for levity, and 'tis faid in Rome, That Photinus an eunuch, and your maids, Manage this war.

Cleo. Sink Rome, and their tongues rot

That fpeak against us! A charge we bear i' th' war;
And, as the prefident of my Kingdom, will I
Appear there for a man. Speak not against it,
I will not flay behind.

Enter Antony and Canidius.

Eno. Nay, I have done: here comes the Emperor. Ant. Is it not ftrange, Canidius,

That from Tarentum, and Brundufum,

He could fo quickly cut th' Ionian sea,

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 flackness.

Canidius, we

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 Cæfar fought with Pompey. But thefe offers, Which ferve not for his vantage, he shakes off; And fo fhould you.

Eno.

Eno. Your hips are not well mann'd,
Your mariners are muliteers, reapers, people
Ingroft by fwift imprefs. In Cafar's fleet

Are thofe that often have against Pompey fought;
Their fhips are yare, yours heavy no difgrace
Shall fail you for refufing him at sea,
Being prepar'd for land.

Ant. By fea, by fea.

Eno. Moft worthy Sir, you therein throw away
The abfolute foldierfhip you have by land;
Diftract your army, which doth moft confift
Of war-mark'd footmen: leave unexecuted
Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego
The way which promises affurance, and

Give up yourfelf merely to chance and hazard,
From firm fecurity.

Ant. I'll fight at fea.

Cleo. I have fixty fails, Cæfar none better.

Ant. Our overplus of fhipping will we burn,
And, with the reft full-mann'd, from the head of
Actium

Beat the approaching Cæfar. But if we fail,
We then can do't at land.

Thy business?

Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. The news is true, my lord; he is defcry'd; Cafar 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?

Sol. Oh noble Emperor, do not fight by fea, Truft 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.

[Exeunt Ant. Cleo, and Enob. Sol. By Hercules, I think, I am i' th' right. Can. Soldier, thou art; but his whole action Not in the power on't: fo our leader's led, And we are women's men.

Sol. You keep by land

The legions and the horfe whole, do you not?
Can. Marcus Octavius, Marcus Jufteius,

Publicola, and Cælius, are for sea:

But we keep whole by land.

Carries beyond belief.

grows

This fpeed of Cafar's

Sol. While he was yet in Rome,

His power went out in fuch diftra&ions as
Beguil'd all fpies.

Can. Who's his lieutenant, hear you?
Sol. They fay, one Taurus.

Can. Well I know the man.

Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. The Emperor calls Canidius.

Can. With news the time's in labour, and throws

forth,

Each minute, fome.

Enter Cæfar, with his army marching.

Caf. Taurus?

Taur. My lord.

[Exeunt.

Caf. Strike not by land. Keep whole, provoke

not battle,

'Till we have done at fea. Do not exceed

The prefcript of this fcroul: our fortune lies
Upon this jump.

[Exeunt.

Enter

Enter Antony and Enobarbus.

Ant. Set we our squadrons on yond fide o' th' hill, In eye of Cæfar's battle; from which place We may the number of the fhips behold, And fo proceed accordingly.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

VII.

Canidius, marching with his land-army one way over the ftage; and Taurus, the lieutenant of Cæfar, the other way after their going in, is heard the noife of a feafight. Alarm. Enter Enobarbus.

Eno.

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AUGHT, naught, all naught, I can behold no longer;

Th' Antonians, the Egyptian admiral,

With all their fixty, fly, and turn the rudder:
To fee't, mine eyes are blafted.

Enter Scarus.

Scar. Gods and Goddeffes, All the whole Synod of them! Eno. What's thy paffion?

Scar. The greater cantle of the world is loft With very ignorance; we have kift away Kingdoms and Provinces.

Eno. How appears the fight?

Scar. On our fide like the token'd peftilence, Where death is fure. Your ribauld nag of Egypt, (Whom leprofy o'ertake!) i' th' midft o' th' fight, (When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd Both as the fame, or rather ours the elder ;) The breeze upon her, like a cow in June, Hoifts fails, and flies.

Eno. That I beheld:

Mine eyes did ficken at the fight, and could not
Endure a further view.

Scar. She once being looft,

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