Truft not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt
This fword, and these my wounds? let the Egyptians
And the Phenicians go a ducking: we

Have us'd to conquer standing on the earth,
And fighting foot to foot.

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,
And we are women's men.

Sol. You keep by land

The legions and the horse whole, do you not?
Can. Marcus Octavius, Marcus Jufteius,

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?
Sol. They fay, one Taurus.

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
Upon this jump.

[Exeunt.

Enter.

Enter Antony and Enobarbus.

Ant. Set we our squadrons on yond fide o' th' hill,
In eye of Cafar's battle; from which place
We may the number of the fhips behold,
And fo proceed accordingly.

[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;
To fee't, mine eyes are blafted.

Enter Scarus.

Scar. Gods and Goddeffes,

All the whole Synod of them!
Eno. What's thy paffion?

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.

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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
Endure a further view.

Scar. "She once being looft,

"The noble ruin of her magick, Antony,
"Claps on his fea-wing, like a doating mallard,
"Leaving the fight in height, flies after her:
I never faw an action of such shame;
Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before
Did violate fo itself.

Eno. Alack, alack.

Enter Canidius.

Can. Our fortune on the fea is out of breath,
And finks moft lamentably. Had our General
Been what he knew himself, it had gone
Oh, he has given example for our flight,

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
To run, and fhew their fhoulders. Friends, be gone.
I have myself refolv'd upon a course,
Which has no need of you. Be gone,

My treasure's in the harbour. Take it-oh,
I follow'd That I blufh to look upon;
My very hairs do mutiny; for the white
Reprove the brown for rafhnefs, and they them
For fear and doating. Friends, be gone; you fhall
Have letters from me to fome friends, that will
Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not fad,
Nor make replies of lothness; take the hint,
Which my defpair proclaims. Let them be left,
Which leave themfelves. To the fea-fide ftraight-way:
I will poffefs you of that ship and treasure.
Leave me, I pray, a little; pray you now
Nay, do fo; for, indeed, I've loft command,
Therefore, I pray you I'll see you by and by.
[Sits down.
Enter Cleopatra, led by Charmian and Iras, to Antony.

Eros. Nay, gentle Madam, to him, comfort him.
Iras. Do, moft dear Queen.

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,

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-and 'twas I,

"That

That the MAD Brutus ended;-] Nothing can be more in character, than for an infamous debauched tyrant to call the

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herole

"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 unqualitied with very fhame.

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,
How I convey my fhame out of thine eyes;
By looking back on what I've left behind,
'Stroy'd in difhonour.

Cleo. Oh, my lord, my lord;

Forgive my fearful fails; I little thought,
You would have follow'd.

Ant. Egypt, thou knew'ft too well,

My heart was to thy rudder ty'd by th' ftring,
And thou should'ft towe me after. O'er my fpirit
Thy full fupremacy thou knew'ft; and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the Gods
Command me.

Cleo. Oh, my pardon.

Ant. Now I muft

To the young man fend humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the fhift of lownefs; who,

With half the bulk o' th' world, play'd as I pleas'd,
Making and marring fortunes. You did know,
How much you were my conqueror; and that
My fword, made weak by my affection, would

heroic love of ones country and publick liberty, madness; yet the Oxford Editor changes it to fad Brutus.

Obey