But we keep whole by land. This speed of Cæsar's Carries* beyond belief. *Goes. Sold. While he was yet in Rome, Can. *Forces. +Detachments, Who's his lieutenant, hear you? Sold. They say, one Taurus. Can. Well I know the man. Enter a Messenger. Mess. The emperor calls Canidius. 80 Can. With news the time's with labour, and throes* forth, Each minute, some. SCENE VIII. A plain near Actium. Enter CESAR, and TAURUS, with his army, Cæs. Taurus! Taur. My lord? marching. Cæs. Strike not by land; keep whole: provoke not battle, Till we have done at sea. Do not exceed *Hazard. [Exeunt. The prescript of this scroll: our fortune lies Upon this jump.* SCENE IX. Another part of the plain. Enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUS. Ant. Set we our squadron on yond side o' the hill, In eye of Cæsar's battle; from which place [Exeunt. SCENE X. Another part of the plain. CANIDIUS marcheth with his land army one way over the stage; and TAURUS, the lieutenant of CESAR, the other way. After their going in, is heard the noise of a sea-fight. Alarum. Enter ENOBARBUS. Eno. Naught, naught, all naught! behold no longer: The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral, I can With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder: Scar. Enter SCARUS. Gods and goddesses, What's thy passion? All the whole synod of them! Eno. Eno. That I beheld: †Gad-fly. Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, 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 doting mallard, I never saw an action of such shame; 21 Eno. *Brought close to the wind. Alack, alack! Enter CANIDIUS. Can. Our fortune on the sea is out of breath, And sinks most lamentably. Had our general Most grossly, by his own! Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? Why, then, good night indeed. 30 Can. Toward Peloponnesus are they fled. Scar. 'Tis easy to't; and there I will attend What further comes. Can. To Cæsar will I render Eno. I'll yet follow The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason Sits in the wind against me. [Exeunt. SCENE XI. Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace. Enter ANTONY with Attendants. Ant. Hark! the land bids me tread no more upon't; It is ashamed to bear me! Friends, come hither: Have lost my way for ever: I have a ship All. *Belated. Fly! not we. Ant. I have fled myself; and have instructed cowards To run and show their shoulders. Friends, be gone; I have myself resolved upon a course Which has no need of you; be gone: IO My treasure's in the harbour, take it. O, Have letters from me to some friends that will 21 Nor make replies of loathness: take the hint Enter 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 fie, fie, fie! Char. Madam! Iras. Madam, O good empress! Ant. Yes, my lord, yes; he at Philippi kept Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had 30 In the brave squares of war: yet now-No matter. Cleo. Ah, stand by. Eros. The queen, my lord, the queen. Iras. Go to him, madam, speak to him: He is unqualitied with very shame. Cleo. Well then, sustain me: O! 4I Eros. Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches: Her head's declined, and death will seize her, but* Your comfort makes the rescue. Ant. I have offended reputation, A most unnoble swerving. Eros. Sir, the queen. *Unless, 50 Ant. O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See, How I convey my shame out of thine eyes By looking back what I have left behind 'Stroy'd in dishonour. O my lord, my lord, Cleo. Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings, And thou shouldst tow me after: o'er my spirit Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods 60 Command me. Cleo. O, my pardon! Now I must To the young man send humble treaties;* dodge Making and marring fortunes. You did know Cleo. Pardon, pardon! *Values. Ant. Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates* All that is won and lost: give me a kiss; Even this repays me. We sent our schoolmaster; Is he come back? Love, I am full of lead. Some wine, within there, and our viands! Fortune knows We scorn her most when most she offers blows. 72 [Exeunt. SCENE XII. Egypt. Cæsar's camp. Enter CESAR, DOLABELLA, THYREUS, with others. Cæs. Let him appear that's come from Antony. Know you him? Dol. Cæsar, 'tis his schoolmaster: An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither He sends so poor a pinion of his wing, Which had superfluous kings for messengers Not many moons gone by. |