Eno. That I beheld: Mine eyes did ficken at the fight, and could not Scar. She once being loof'd, The noble ruin of her magic, Antony, Claps on his fea-wing, and like a doating mallard, I Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before Eno. Alack, alack! Enter CANIDIUS. Can. Our fortune on the fea is out of breath, Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? Why then, good night Indeed. [Afide. Can. Towards Peloponnefus are they fled. Scar. 'Tis eafy to't; and there I will attend What further comes. Can. To Cæfar will I render My legions, and my horfe; fix kings already Eno. I'll yet follow The wounded chance of Antony, though my reafon Sits in the wind against me. [Exeunt. SCENE IX. The palace in Alexandria. Enter ANTONY, and Attendants. Ant. Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon't, Ant. Set we our fquadrons on yon' side o' the hill, In eye of Cæfar's battle; from which place We may the number of the ships behold, And fo proceed accordingly. [Exeunt. Enter CANIDIUS, marching with his land army one way over the flage; and TAURUS, the lieutenant of CESAR, the other way. After their going in, is heard the noife of a fea-fight. Alarum. Re-enter ENOBARBUS. Eno. Naught, naught, all naught! I can behold no The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral, [longer: With all their fixty, fly, and turn the rudder; To fee't, mine eyes are blasted. Enter SCARUS.. Scar. Gods, and goddeffes, All the whole fynod of them! Scar. The greater cantle of the world is loft Eno. How appears the fight? Scar. On our fide like the token'd peftilence, Where death is fure. Yon' ribald-rid nag of Ægypt, Whom leprofy o'ertake! i' the midst o' the 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. Ene. Eno. That I beheld: Mine eyes did ficken at the fight, and could not Scar. She once being loof'd, The noble ruin of her magic, Antony, Claps on his fea-wing, and like a doating mallard, Eno. Alack, alack! Enter CANIDIUS. Can. Our fortune on the fea is out of breath, Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? Why then, good night Indeed. [Afide. Can. Towards Peloponnefus are they fled. Scar. 'Tis eafy to't; and there I will attend What further comes. Can. To Cæfar will I render My legions, and my horse; fix kings already Eno. I'll yet follow The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason Sits in the wind against me. [Exeunt. SCENE IX. The palace in Alexandria. Enter ANTONY, and 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 have a fhip Att. Fly! not we. Ant. I have fled myself; and have inftructed cowards To run, and fhew their shoulders.-Friends, be I have myself refolv'd upon a course, Which has no need of you; be gone: My treasure's in the harbour, take it.-O,. gone; Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them Enter EROS, and CLEOPATRA, led by CHARMIAN and IRAS. Eros. Nay, gentle madam, to him :-Comfort him, Char. Do! why, what else? Ant. No, no, no, no, no. O Juno! Char Char. Madam, Iras. Madam; O good emprefs! Eros. Sir, fir, Ant. Yes, my lord, yes;-He, at Philippi, kept His fword even like a dancer; while I ftruck The lean and wrinkled Caffius; and 'twas I, That the mad 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 unquality'd with very fhame. :-0! Cleo. Well then,-Suftain me : Eros. Moft noble fir, arife; the queen approaches; Her head's declin'd, and death will feize her; but Your comfort makes the rescue. Ant. I have offended reputation; A moft unnoble fwerving. Ergs. Sir, the queen. Aut. O, whither haft thou led me, Egypt? See, How I convey my fhame out of thine eyes, By looking back on what I have left behind 'Stroy'd in difhonour. Cleo. O my lord, my lord! Forgive my fearful fails! I little thought, Ant. Egypt, thou knew'ft too well, My heart was to thy rudder ty'd by the ftrings, Cleo. O, my pardon. G Ant. |