Truft not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt Have us'd to conquer standing on the earth, Ant. Well, well, away. [Exeunt Ant. Cleo. and Enob. Sol. By Hecrules, I think, I am i' th' right. Can. Soldier, thou art; but his whole action grows Not in the power on't: fo our leader's led, Sol. You keep by land The legions and the horse whole, do you not? Publicola, and Cælius, are for fea: But we keep whole by land. Carries beyond belief. This speed of Cafar's Sol. While he was yet in Rome, His power went out in fuch diftractions as Beguil'd all fpies. Can. Who's his lieutenant, hear you? Can. Well I know the man. Enter a Meffenger. Mef. The Emperor calls Canidius. Can. With news the time's in labour, and throws forth, Each minute, fome. Enter Cæfar, with his army marching. Caf. Taurus? Taur. My lord. [Exeunt. Caf. Strike not by land. Keep whole, provoke not battle, 'Till we have done at sea. Do not exceed The prefcript of this fcroul: our fortune lyes [Exeunt. Enter. Enter Antony and Enobarbus. Ant. Set we our squadrons on yond fide o' th' hill, [Exeunt. Canidius, marching with his land-army one way over the Stage; and Taurus, the lieutenant of Cæfar, the other way: after their going in, is heard the noise of a fea-fight. Alarum. Enter Enobarbus. Eno. Naught, naught, all naught, I can behold no longer; "Th' Antonias, the Egyptian admiral, With all their fixty, flie, and turn the rudder; Enter Scarus. Scar. Gods and Goddeffes, All the whole Synod of them! Scar. The greater cantle of the world is loft] With very ignorance; we have kist Kingdoms and Provinces. Eno. How appears the fight? away Scar." On our fide like the token'd peftilence, "Where death is fure. Your ribauld nag of Egypt, (Whom leprofie o'ertake!) i' th' midft o' th' fight, "(When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd "Both as the fame, or rather ours the elder ;) *"The breeze upon her, like a cow in June, 6 Th' Antonias &c.] Which Plutarch fays, Cleopatra's fhip. 7 The greater cantle-] A piece or lump. 8 Ribauld] A luxurious fquanderer. M 3 was the name of Mr. Pope. Mr. Pope. Mr. Pope. "Hoifts "Hoifts fails, and flies. Eno. That I beheld: Mine eyes did ficken at the fight, and could not Scar. "She once being looft, "The noble ruin of her magick, Antony, Eno. Alack, alack. Enter Canidius. Can. Our fortune on the fea is out of breath, Moft grofly by his own. well: Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? why then, good night, indeed. 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 Shew 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, feverally. Enter Antony, with Eros and other 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've a fhip Laden with gold, take that, divide it; fly, And make your peace with Cafar. Omnes. Omnes. Fly! not we. Ant. I've fled myself, and have inftructed cowards My treasure's in the harbour. Take it-oh, Eros. Nay, gentle Madam, to him, comfort him. Char. Do? why, what else? Cleo. Let me fit down; oh Juno! Ant. No, no, no, no, no. Eros. See you here, Sir! Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie. Char. Madam Iras. Madam, oh good Emprefs! Eros. Sir, Sir. Ant. "Yes, my lord, yes; he at Philippi kept "His fword e'en like a dancer, while I strook "The lean and wrinkled Caffius; and 'twas I, 9 -and 'twas I, "That That the MAD Brutus ended;-] Nothing can be more in character, than for an infamous debauched tyrant to call the M 4 herole "That the mad Brutus ended; he alone Eros. The Queen, my lord, the Queen- Cleo. Well then, fuftain me; oh! Eros. Most noble Sir, 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 most unnoble swerving Eros. Sir, the Queen. Ant. O whither haft thou led me, Egypt? fee, Cleo. Oh, 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 th' ftring, Cleo. Oh, my pardon. Ant. Now I muft To the young man fend humble treaties, dodge With half the bulk o' th' world, play'd as I pleas'd, heroic love of ones country and publick liberty, madness; yet the Oxford Editor changes it to fad Brutus. Obey |