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And his affairs come to me on the wind.

Where is he now?

Octa.

My lord, in Athens.

Cæs. No, my most wronged sister; Cleopatra Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire

Up to a whore; who now are levying

The kings o' the earth for war: He hath assembled

Bocchus, the king of Lybia; Archelaus,
Of Cappadocia; Philadelphos, king
Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas:
King Malchus of Arabia; king of Pont;
Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, king
Of Comagene; Polemon and Amintas,
The kings of Mede, and Lycaonia, with a
More larger list of scepters.

Octa.

Ah me, most wretched,

That have my heart parted betwixt two friends,

That do afflict each other!

Cies. Welcome hither: Your letters did withhold 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 these strong necessities; 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 justice, make them ministers

Of us, and those that love you. Best of comfort;

And ever welcome to us.

Agr.

Welcome, lady.

Mec. Welcome, dear madam.

Each heart in Rome does love and pity you:
Only the adulterous Antony, most large
In his abominations, turns you off;

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

Octa.

Is it so, sir?

Cæs. Most certain. Sister, welcome: Pray you, Be ever known to patience: My dearest sister!

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII.

ANTONY'S CAMP, NEAR THE PROMONTORY OF ACTIUM.

Enter Cleopatra and Enobarbus.

Cleo. I will be even with thee, doubt it not.
Eno. But why, why, why?

Cleo. Thou hast forspoke my being in these

wars;

And say'st, it is not fit.

Eno.

Well, is it, is it?

Cleo. Is't not? Denounce against us, why should'

not we

Be there in person?

Eno. [Aside.] Well, I could reply:

If we should serve with horse and mares together, The horse were merely lost; the mares would bear A soldier, and his horse.

Cleo.

What is't you say?

Eno. Your presence needs must puzzle Antony; Take from his heart, take from his brain, from his time,

What should not then be spar'd. He is already
Traduc'd for levity; and 'tis said in Rome,

That Photinus an eunuch, and your maids,
Manage this war.

Cleo.

Sink Rome; and their tongues rot,

That speak against us! A charge we bear i' the

war,

And, as the president of my kingdom, will

Appear there for a man. Speak not against it;
I will not stay behind.

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That from Tarentum, and Brundusium,

He could so quickly cut the 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 becom'd the best of men,

To taunt at slackness.-Canidius, we

Will fight with him by sea.

Cleo.

By sea! What else?

For he dares us to't.

Can. Why will my lord do so?

Ant.

Eno. So hath my lord dar'd him to single fight.

Can. Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia, Where Cæsar fought with Pompey: But these of

fers,

Which serve not for his vantage, he shakes off;

And so should you.

Eno.

Your ships are not well mann'd:

Your mariners are muleteers, reapers, people
Ingross'd by swift impress; in Cæsar's fleet

Are those, that often have 'gainst Pompey fought:
Their ships are yare; yours, heavy. No disgrace
Shall fall you for refusing him at sea,

Being prepar'd for land.

Ant.

By sea, by sea.

Eno. Most worthy sir, you therein throw away The absolute soldiership you have by land; Distract your army, which doth most consist Of war-mark'd footmen; leave unexecuted Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego The way which promises assurance; and Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard, From firm security.

Ant.

I'll fight at sea.

Cleo. I have sixty sails, Cæsar none better.
Ant. Our overplus of shipping will we burn;

And, with the rest full-mann'd, from the head of

Actium

Beat the approaching Cæsar. But if we fail,

Enter a Messenger.

We then can do't at land.-Thy business?

Mes. The news is true, my lord; he is descried; Cæsar has taken Toryne.

Ant. Can he be there in person? 'tis impossible; Strange, that his power should be.-Canidius, Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land, And our twelve thousand horse:-We'll to our

ship;

Enter a Soldier.

Away, my Thetis !-How now, worthy soldier?
Sold. O noble emperor, do not fight by sea;
Trust not to rotten planks: Do you misdoubt
This sword, and these my wounds? Let the Egyp-
tians,

And the Phoenicians, go a ducking; we

Have us'd to conquer, standing on the earth,
And fighting foot to foot.

Ant.

Well, well, away.

[Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra, and Enobarbus. Sold. By Hercules, I think, I am i' the right. Can. Soldier, thou art: but his whole action

grows

Not in the power on't: So our leader's led,

And we are women's men.

Sold.

You keep by land

The legions and the horse whole, do you not?

Can. Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius,

Publicola, and Cælius, are for sea:

But we keep whole by land. This speed of Cæsar's Carries beyond belief.

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