Agr. Who, queafie with his infolence already, Will their good thoughts call from him. Caf. The people know it, and have now receiv'd His accufations. Agr. Whom does he accufe? Caf. Cæfar; and that having in Sicily Should be depos'd; and, being, that we detain Agr. Sir, this fhould be anfwer'd. Caf. 'Tis done already, and his meffenger gone: I told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel; That he his high authority abus'd, And did deserve his Change. For what I've conquer'd, Mec. He'll ne'er yield to that. Caf. Nor muft he then be yielded to in this. Oa. Hail, Cafar, and my lord! hail, moft dear Caf. That ever I should call thee Cast-away! Oft. You have not call'd me fo, nor have you cause. Caf. Why haft thou ftol'n upon us thus ? you come not Like Cafar's fifter; the wife of Antony Rais'd by your populous troops; but you are come The oftentation of our love; which, left unshewn, Qa. Good my lord, To come thus was I not conftrain'd, but did it Caf. Which foon he granted, Being an Obftruct 'tween his luft and him. Caf. I have eyes upon him, And his affairs come to me on the wind: Oct. My lord, in Athens. Caf. No, my moft wronged fifter; Cleopatra Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire Up to a whore, who now are levying The Kings o' th' earth for war. He hath affembled Bocchus the King of Libya, Archelaus Of Cappadocia, Philadelphos King Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian King Adullas, 5 Which foon be granted, Being an Abstract 'tween his luft and him.] Antony very foon comply'd to let Octavia go at her requeit, fays Cafar; and why? Because she was an abfiract between his inordinate paffion and him; this is abfurd. We must read, Being an Obftru& 'tween his luft and him. i. e. his wife being an obstruction, a bar to the prosecution of his wanton pleasures with Cleopatra. With a more larger lift of scepters. O. Ay me moft wretched, That have my heart parted betwixt two friends, Caf. Welcome hither; Your letters did with-hold our breaking forth, Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome; Of us, and those that love you. Be of comfort, Agr. Welcome, lady. Mec. Welcome, dear Madam. Each heart in Rome does love and pity you; In his abominations, turns you off, That noses it against us. O. Is it fo, Sir? Caf. It is moft certain: fifter, welcome; pray you, Be ever known to patience. My dear'st fifter! [Exeunt. Near the Promontory of A&tium. Enter Cleopatra and Enobarbus. will be even with thee, doubt it not. Cleo. Iw Eno. But why, why, why? Cleo. Thou haft forefpoke my being in these wars; And fay'ft, it is not fit. Eno. Eno. Well, is it, is it? Cleo. Is't not denounc'd againft us? why should not we be there in perfon? Eno. Well, I could reply: if we should serve with horfe and mares together, the horse were merely loft; the mares would bear a foldier and his horfe. Cleo. What is't you say? Eno. Your prefence needs must puzzle Antony; Take from his heart, take from his brain, from's time, What should not then be fpar'd. He is already Traduc'd for levity, and 'tis faid in Rome, That Photinus an eunuch, and your maids, Manage this war. Cleo. Sink Rome, and there tongues rot That speak againft us! A charge we bear i' th' war; And, as the prefident of my Kingdom, will I Appear there for a man. I will not stay behind. Speak not against it, Enter Antony and Canidius. Eno. Nay, I have done: here comes the Emperor. That from Tarentum, and Brundufium, He could fo quickly cut th' Ionian sea, And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, Sweet? Cleo. Celerity is never more admir'd Than by the negligent. Ant. A good rebuke, Which might have well become the best of men Will fight with him by fea. Cleo. By fea, what else? Can. Why will my lord do fo? Ant. For That he dares us to❜t. Eno. So hath my lord dar'd him to fingle fight. Can. Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharfalia, Where Cafar fought with Pompey. But thefe offers, Which serve not for his vantage, he shakes off; Eno. Your fhips are not well mann'd, Ant. By fea, by fea. Eno. Moft worthy Sir, you therein throw away The abfolute foldierfhip you have by land; Distract your army, which doth most confift Of war-mark'd footmen: leave unexecuted Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego The way which promises affurance, and Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard, From firm fecurity, Ant. I'll fight at sea. Cleo. I have fixty fails, Cæfar none better. Beat the approaching Cafar. But if we fail, Thy business?. Enter a Meffenger. Mef. The news is true, my lord; he is defcried Cafar has taken Toryne. Ant. Can he be there in perfon? 'tis impoffible. Strange, that his power fhould be fo. Canidius, Our nineteen legions thou fhalt hold by land, And our twelve thousand horfe. We'll to our fhip; Away, my Thetis! Enter a Soldier. How now, worthy foldier? Sol. Oh noble Emperor, do not fight by fea, M 2 Truft |