Some ditch, wherein to die; the foul'st best fits My latter part of life. SCENE VII. [Exit. Field of Battle between the Camps, Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA, and Others. Agr. Retire, we have engag'd ourselves too far: Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression Exceeds what we expected. [Exeunt. Alarum. Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, wounded. Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed! Had we done so at first, we had driven them home With clouts about their heads. Ant. Thou bleed'st apace. Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T, But now 'tis made an H. Ant. They do retire. Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes; I have yet Room for six scotches' more. Enter EROS. Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage serves For a fair victory. Scar. Let us score their backs, And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind; 'Tis sport to maul a runner. 5 Cuts. Ant. I will reward thee Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold Scar. I'll halt after. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Under the Walls of Alexandria. Alarum. Enter ANTONY, marching; SCARUS, and Forces. Ant. We have beat him to his camp; Run one be fore, And let the queen know of our guests.-To-morrow Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all; For doughty-handed are you; and have fought Enter CLEOPATRA, attended. To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts, Make her thanks bless thee.-O thou day o'the world, Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, 8 Beauty united with power, was the popular characteristick of fairies. Through proof of harness? to my heart, and there Cleo. Lord of lords! O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from Ant. My nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? though grey Do something mingle with our brown; yet have we Cleo. I'll give thee, friend, An armour all of gold; it was a king's. Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled Like holy Phœbus' car.-Give me thy hand; Through Alexandria make a jolly march; Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them :' To camp this host, we all would sup together; ther, Applauding our approach. 9 Armour of proof. [Exeunt. ■ As becomes the brave warriors that own them. 2 Small drums. SCENE IX. Cæsar's Camp. Sentinels on their Post. Enter ENOBARBUS. 1 Sold. If we be not reliev'd 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. 2 Sold. A shrewd one to us. Eno. This last day was O, bear me witness, night, 3 Sold. What man is this? 2 Sold. Stand close, and list to him. Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon, When men revolted shall upon record Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did Before thy face repent! 1 Sold. 3 Sold. Hark further. Enobarbus ! Peace; Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge3 upon me; That life, a very rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me : Throw 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; 3 Discharge, as a sponge when squeezed discharges the moisture it had imbibed. But let the world rank me in register A master-leaver, and a fugitive: O Antony! O Antony ! 2 Sold. To him. Let's speak [Dies. 1 Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæsar. 3 Sold. Let's do so. But he sleeps.. 1 Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his Was never yet for sleeping. 2 Sold. Go we to him. 3 Sold. Awake, awake, sir; speak to us. 2 Sold. Hear you, sir? 1 Sold. The hand of death hath raught 4 him. Hark, the drums [Drums afar off. Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour Is fully out. Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, with Forces, marching. Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea; We please them not by land. Scar. For both, my lord. Ant. I would, they'd fight i' the fire, or in the air; We'd fight there too. But this it is; Our foot |