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

Enter Scarus.

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

Scar. The greater cantle of the world is loft With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away Kingdoms and provinces.

Eno. How appears the fight?

Scar. On our fide like the token'd peftilence, Where death is fure. 7'Yond ribauld nag of Egypt, (Whom leprofie 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 brize 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,

The noble ruin of her magick, Antony,
Claps on his fea-wing, like a doating mallard,
Leaving the fight in height, flies after her:
I never faw an action of fuch fhame;
Experience, manhood, honour ne'er before
Did violate fo it self.

Eno. Alack, alack!

Enter Canidius.

Can. Our fortune on the fea is out of breath,
And finks moft lamentably. Had our General
Been what he knew himself, it had gone well:
Oh he has given example for our flight,
Moft grofly by his own.

Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? why then good-night Indeed.

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Can.

Can. Toward Peloponnefus are they fled.
Scar. 'Tis eafie to't. And there I will attend
What further comes.

Can. To Cefar will I render

My legions and my horfe; fix Kings already
Shew me the way of yielding,

Eno. I'll yet follow

The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason
Sits in the wind against me.

[Exeunt feverally.

VIII.

Enter Antony, with Eros and other Attendants.

Ant. Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon't,
It is afham'd to bear me. Friends, come hither,
I am fo lated in the world, that I

Have loft my way for ever. I've a ship
Laden with gold, take that, divide it; fly,
And make your peace with Cafar.

Omnes. Fly! not we.

Ant. I've fled my felf, and have instructed cowards
To run, and fhew their fhoulders. Friends, be gone.
I have my self refolv'd upon a course,
Which has no need of you. Be gone,

My treasure's in the harbour. Take it - oh,
I follow'd that I blush to look upon;
My very hairs do mutiny, for the white
Reprove the brown for rafhnefs, and they them
For fear and doating. Friends, be gone; you fhall
Have letters from me to fome friends, that will
Sweep your way for you. Pray you look not fad,
Nor make replies of lothnefs; take the hint
Which my defpair proclaims. Let them be left
Which leave themfelves. To the fea-fide ftraight-way:
I will poffefs you of that fhip and treasure.
Leave me, I pray, a little; pray you now
Nay, do fo; for indeed I've loft command,

Therefore, I pray you-I'll fee you by and by. [Sits down.

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Enter Cleopatra, led by Charmian and Iras, to Antony.

Eros. Nay, gentle Madam, to him, comfort him.
Iras. Do, moft dear Queen.

Ceo. Do? why, what elfe? let me

Sit down; oh Juno!`

Ant. No, no, no, no, no.

Eros. See you here, Sir?

Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie.
Char. Madam!

Iras. Madam, oh good Empress!
Eros. 9 'Sir, Sir, my Lord!`

Ant. 'Yes, yes; he at Philippi kept
His fword e'en like a dancer, while I ftrook
The lean and wrinkled Caffius, and 'twas I

That the fad Brutus ended; he alone

Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had

In the brave fquares of war; yet now no matter
Cleo. Ah ftand by.

Eros. The Queen, my Lord, the Queen

Iras. Go to him, Madam, fpeak to him,

He is unqualitied with very fhame.

Cleo. Well then, fuftain me: oh!

Eros. Most noble Sir, arife, the Queen approaches;

Her head's declin'd, and death will feize her, but

Your comfort makes the refcue.

Ant. I have offended reputation;

A most unnoble fwerving

Eros. Sir, the Queen.

Ant. O whither haft thou led me, Egypt? fee
How I convey my fhame out of thine eyes,
By looking back on what I've left behind
'Stroy'd in difhonour.

Cleo. Oh, my Lord, my Lord;
Forgive my fearful fails; I little thought

8 Char. Do? why what else?

You

Cleo. Let me fit down? oh Juno!

9 Sir, Sir.

You would have follow'd.

Ant. Egypt, thou knew'ft too well,

My heart was to thy rudder ty'd by th' string,
And thou fhould'ft towe me after. O'er my fpirit
3/Thy full fupremacy thou knew'st, and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the Gods.
Command me.

Cieo. Oh, my pardon!

Ant. Now I muft

To the young man fend humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the shift of lowness, who

With half the bulk o' th' world play'd as I pleas'd,
Making and marring fortunes. You did know
How much you were my conqueror, and that
My fword, made weak by my affection, would
Obey it on all caufe.

Cleo. Oh! pardon, pardon!

Ant. Fall not a tear, I fay; one of them rates All that is won and loft: give me a kifs,

Even this repays me. We fent our fchoolmafter,

Is he come back? Love, I am full of lead;

Some

wine there, and our viands: fortune knows, We scorn her moft, when moft fhe offers blows. [Exeunt.

Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Thyrëus, with others. Caf. LET him appear that's come from Antony.

Know you him?

Dol. Cæfar, 'tis his schoolmaster,

An argument that he is pluckt, when hither
He fends fo poor a pinnion of his wing,
Which had fuperfluous Kings for meflengers,
Not many moons gone by.

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Enter Ambafador from Antony.

Caf. Approach and speak.

Amb. Such as I am, I come from Antony:
I was of late as petty to his ends,

As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf
To the grand fea.

Caf. Be't fo, declare thine office.

Amb. Lord of his fortunes he falutes thee, and
Requires to live in Egypt; which not granted,
He leffens his requefts, and to thee fues

To let him breathe between the heav'ns and earth
A private man in Athens: this for him.
Next, Cleopatra does confefs thy greatness;
Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves
The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs,
Now hazarded to thy grace.

Caf. For Antony,

I have no ears to his requeft. The Queen
Of audience nor defire fhall fail, fo fhe
From Egypt drive her all-difgraced friend,
Or take his life there. This if the perform,
She shall not fue unheard. So to them both.
Amb. Fortune pursue thee!

Gef. Bring him through the bands. [Exit Ambaffador. To try thy eloquence now 'tis time, dispatch,

From Antony win Cleopatra, promife,

[To Thyrëus. And in our name; when the requires, add more "As thine invention offers. Women are not

In their best fortunes ftrong; but want will perjure
The ne'er-touch'd veftal. Try thy cunning, Thyrëus,
Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we
Will anfwer as a law.

Thyr. Cæfar, I go.

Caf. Obferve how Antony becomes his flaw, And what thou think'ft his very action fpeaks

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