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

Sold. While he was yet in Rome,

His power went out in such distractions, as

Beguil'd all spies.

Can. Who's his lieutenant, hear you?

Sold. They say, one Taurus.

Can. Well I know the man.

Enter a Messenger.

Mes. The emperor calls for Canidius.

Can. With news the time's with labour; and throes

forth,

Cas. Strike not by land; keep whole:

Provoke not battle, till we have done at sea.
Do not exceed the prescript of this scroll:
Our fortune lies upon this jump.

Exeunt.

Enter Antony and Enobarbus.

Ant. Set we our squadrons on yon' side o' the hill,

In eye of Cæsar's battle; from which place

We may the number of the ships behold,

And so proceed accordingly.

[Exeunt.

Enter Canidius, marching with his land army one way over the stage; and Taurus, the lieutenant of Casar, the other way. After their going in, is heard the noise of a sea-fight.

Alarum. Re-enter Enobarbus.

Eno. Naught, naught, all naught! I can behold no longer :

The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral,

With all their sixty, fly, and turn the rudder;

To see't, mine eyes are blasted.

Enter Scarus.

Scar. Gods, and goddesses,

All the whole synod of them!

Eno. What's thy passion?

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

Eno. How appears the fight?

Scar.. On our side like the token'd pestilence,
Where death is sure. Yon' ribald-rid nag of Egypt,
Whom leprosy o'ertake! i' the midst o' the fight,-
When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd,
Both as the same, or rather ours the elder,—
The brize upon her, like a cow in June,
Hoists sails, and flies.

Eno. That I beheld: mine eyes

Did sicken at the sight on't, and could not
Endure a further view.

Scar. She once being loof'd,

The noble ruin of her magic, Antony,

Claps on his sea-wing, and, like a doating mallard,
Leaving the fight in height, flies after her:

I never saw an action of such shame;

Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before

Did violate so itself.

Eno. Alack, alack!

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Enter Canidius.

Can. Our fortune on the sea is out of breath, And sinks most lamentably. Had our general Been what he knew himself, it had gone well:

O, he has given example for our flight,

Most grofsly, by his own.

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

Can. Towards Peloponnesus are they fled.

[aside.

Scar. 'Tis easy to't; and there I will attend What further comes.

Can. To Cæsar will I render

My legions, and my horse; six kings already

Show 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.

SCENE IX

ALEXANDRIA. A ROOM IN THE PALACE.

Enter Antony, and Attendants.

Ant. Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon't, It is asham'd to bear me!-Friends, come hither,

I am so lated in the world, that I

Have lost my way for ever:-I have a ship

Laden with gold; take that, divide it; fly,

And make your peace with Cæsar.

Att. Fly! not we.

Ant. I have fled myself; and have instructed cowards To run, and show their shoulders.-Friends, be gone; I have myself resolv'd upon a course,

Which has no need of

you; be gone:

My treasure's in the harbour, take it.-0,

I follow'd that I blush to look upon:

My very hairs do mutiny; for the white

Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them
For fear and doating.-Friends, be gone; you shall
Have letters from me to some friends, that will
Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad,
Nor make replies of lothnefs: take the hint
Which my despair proclaims; let that be left
Which leaves itself: to the sea side straightway:
I will possefs you of that ship and treasure.
Leave me, I pray, a little: 'pray you now:
Nay, do so; for, indeed, I have lost command,
Therefore I pray you:-I'll see you by and by.

[sits down.

Enter Eros, and Cleopatra, led by Charmian and Iras.

Eros. Nay, gentle madam, to him:-Comfort him.
Iras. Do, most dear queen.

Char. Do! Why, what else?

Cleo. Let me sit down. O Juno!

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

Eros. See you here, sir?

Ant. O fye, fye, fye.

Char. Madam,—

Iras. Madam; O good emprefs!

Eros. Sir, sir,

Ant. Yes, my lord, yes;—He, at Philippi, kept
His sword even like a dancer; while I struck
The lean and wrinkled Cafsius; and 'twas I,

That the mad Brutus ended: he alone