Eros.

Enter EROS.

They are beaten, sir; and our advantage serves

For a fair victory.

Scar.

Let us score their backs,

I will reward thee

And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind:
'Tis sport to maul a runner.

Ant.
Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.
Scar.

SCENE VIII.

Alarum.

I'll halt after. [Exeunt.

Under the walls of Alexandria.

Enter ANTONY, in a march; SACRUS, with others.

Ant. We have beat him to his camp: run one before,

And let the queen know of our gests. To

morrow,

Before the sun shall see 's, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escaped. I thank you all;
For doughty-handed are you, aud have fought
Not as you served the cause, but as 't had been
Each man's like mine; you have shown all
Hectors.

Enter the city, clip* your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful

tears

*Embrace. Wash the congealment from your wounds, and

ΙΟ

kiss The honour'd gashes whole. [To Scarus] Give me thy hand;

Enter CLEOPATRA, attended.

To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,

Make her thanks bless thee. [To Cleo.] O thou day o' the world,

Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,

Through proof of harness to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing!

Cleo.

Lord of lords!

O infinite virtue, comest thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught?

Ant.

My nightingale,
What, girl!

We have beat them to their beds.

though grey

Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha' we

A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
Get goal for goal of youth.

Behold this man;

Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand:
Kiss it, my warrior: he hath fought to-day
As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Destroy'd in such a shape.

Cleo.
I'll give thee, friend,
An armour all of gold; it was a king's.

Ant. He has deserved it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phœbus' car. Give me thy hand:
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;

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Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them:

Had our great palace the capacity

To camp this host, we all would sup together,
And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with our rattling tabourines;*
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds

together,

Applauding our approach.

*Tambourines.

[Exeunt. 39

SCENE IX. Cæsar's camp.

Sentinels at their post.

First Sold. If we be not relieved within this hour,

We must return to the court of guard: the night

Is shiny; and they say we shall embattle

By the second hour i' the morn.

Sec. Sold.

A shrewd one to 's.

Eno.

This last day was

Enter ENOBARBUS.

O, bear me witness, night,—

Third Sold. What man is this?

Sec. Sold.

Eno.

Stand close, and list him. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon, When men revolted shall upon record Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did Before thy face repent!

First Sold.

Third Sold.

Hark further.

Enobarbus!

Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge* upon me, That life, a very rebel to my will,

May hang no longer on me: throw

*Squeeze out.

my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault; Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,

And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
Forgive me in thine own particular;

But let the world rank me in register
A master-leaver and a fugitive:

O Antony! O Antony!

Sec. Sold.

To him.

Let's speak

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[Dies.

First Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he

speaks

May concern Cæsar.

Third Sold.

Let's do so. But he sleeps.

First Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer

as his

Was never yet for sleep.

Sec. Sold.

Third Sold.

Go we to him.

Awake, sir, awake; speak to us.

Sec. Sold. Hear you, sir? Third Sold. The hand of death hath raught* him. [Drums afar off.] Hark! the drums Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him 31 To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour Is fully out.

Third Sold. Come on, then; He may recover yet.

*Reached. +Solemnly.

[Exeunt with the body.

SCENE X. Between the two camps.

Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, with their Army. Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea; We please them not by land.

Scar.

For both, my lord.

Ant. I would they'ld fight i' the fire or i' the

air;

We'ld fight there too. But this it is; our foot
Upon the hills adjoining to the city

Shall stay with us: order for sea is given;
†They have put forth the haven.

Where their appointment we may best discover, And look on their endeavour.

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SCENE XI. Another part of the same.

Enter CESAR, and his Army.

Cæs. But being charged, we will be still by land,

Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force
Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage.

Ant.

[Exeunt.

SCENE XII. Another part of the same.

Enter ANTONY and SCARUS.

Yet they are not join'd: where yond pine does stand,

[Exit.

Swallows have built

I shall discover all; I'll bring thee word
Straight, how 'tis like to go.
Scar.
In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers
Say they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly,
And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts,

His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear,
Of what he has, and has not.

Ant.

[Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight.

Re-enter ANTONY.

All is lost;

ΤΟ

This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:

My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
They cast their caps up and carouse together
Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis
thou

Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;
For when I am revenged upon my charm,
I have done all. Bid them all fly; begone.
[Exit Scarus.

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O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
Fortune and Antony part here; even here
Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is bark'd,
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am:
O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,—
Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them
home;

Whose bosom was my crownet,* my chief end,—
Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.

What, Eros, Eros!

Enter CLEOPATRA.

*Coronet.

Ah, thou spell! Avaunt! 30 Cleo. Why is my lord enraged against his love? Ant. Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving, And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take thee, And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians: Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let Patient Octavia plough thy visage up With her prepared nails.

[Exit Cleopatra.

'Tis well thou'rt gone,

If it be well to live; but better 'twere
Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
Might have prevented many. Eros, ho!
The shirt of Nessus is upon me: teach me,
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage:

Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' the moon;

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