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 kiss'd away Kingdoms and Provinces.

Ene. How appears the fight?

Scar. On our fide like the Token'd Peftilence,
Where Death is fure. Your ribauld Nag of Egypt,
Whom Leprofie o'er, ith' very midft o'th' fight,
When Vantage like a pair of Twins appear'd
Both of the fame, or rather ours the Elder;
The Breeze upon her, like a Cow in June,
Hoift Sails, and flies.

Eno. That I beheld:

Mine Eyes did ficken at the fight, and could not
Indure a further view.

Scar. She once being looft;

The Noble ruin of her Magick, Antony,

Claps on his Sea-wing, and like a doating Mallard,
Leaving the Fight in heighth, flies after her:
I never faw an Action of fuch fhame;

Experience, Manhood, Honour ne'er before,
Did violate so it self.

Eno. Alack, alack.

Enter Canidius.

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

Moft grofly by his own

Eno. Ay,are you thereabouts? Why then goodnight indeed. Can. Toward Peloponnefus are they fled.

Scar. 'Tis eafie to't.

And there I will attend what further comes.

Can. To Cafar 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 reafon
S.ts in the Wind against me.

Enter Antony with 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 Ship

Laden with Gold, take that, divide it; flie,

And make your peace with Cafar.

Omnes. Fly! Not we.

Ant. I have fled my felf, and have inftructed Cowards To run, and fhew their Shoulders. Friends, be gone, I have my felf 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 blush to look upon,

My very Hairs do mutiny: for the white
Reprove the brown for rafhofs, 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 lothnefs, take the hint
Which my despair proclaims. Let them be left
Which leave themfelves. To the Sea-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 have loft command,

Therefore, I pray you I'll fee you by and by. [Sits down.
Enter Cleopatra, led by Charmian and Eros.

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

Char. Do, why, what elfe?

Cleo Let me fit down; Oh Juno !

Aut. 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 Sword e'en like a Dancer, while I ftrook
The lean and wrinkled Caffius, and 'twas I
That the mad Brutus ended; he alone

Dealt

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 unqualited 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 fwerving.

Eros. Sir, the Queen.

Ant. O whither haft thou led me, Ægypt? fee
How I convey my fhame, out of thine Eyes,
By looking back, on what I have left behind
Stroy'd in dishonour.

Cleo. Oh, my Lord, my Lord;

Forgive my fearful Sails, I little thought
You would have followed.

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 Spirit
The full Supremacy 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 Conquerour, and that My Sword, made weak by my Affection, would Obey it on all caufe.

Cleo. Pardon, pardon.

Ant. Fall not a Tear, I fay, one of them rates
All that is won and loft: Give me a Kiss,
Even this repays.

We fent our Schoolmafter, is he come back?
Love I am full of Lead; fome Wine

Within there, and our Viands: Fortune knows,

We scorn her moft, when moft the offers blows. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Cæfar's Camp.

Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Thidias, with others. Caf. Let him appear that's come from Antony. Know you him?

Dol. Cafar, 'tis his Schoolmafter,

An argument that he is pluckt, when hither
He fends fo poor a Pinnion of his Wing,
Which had fuperfluous Kings for Meffengers,
Not many Moons gone by.

Enter Ambaffador from Antony.

Caf. Approach, and speak.

Amb. Such as I am, I come from Antony:

I was of late as petty to his ends,

As is the Morn-dew on the Myrtle Leaf
To his grand Sea.

Caf. Be't fo, declare thine Office,

Amb. Lord of his Fortunes he falutes thee, and
Requires to live in Egypt; which not granted
He leffens his Requests, and to thee fues
To let him breath between the Heav'ns and Earth
A private Man in Athens: this for him.
Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness:
Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves
The Circle of the Ptolomies for her Heirs,
Now hazarded to thy Grace.

Caf. For Antony, E

I have no Ears to his Requeft. The Queer,
Of Audience, nor Defire hall fail, fo fhe
From Egypt drive her all-difgraced Friend,
Or take his Life there. This, if the perform,
She fhall not fue unheard. So to them both.
Amb. Fortune purfue thee.

Caf. Bring him through the Bands: [Exit Ambaffador.
To try thy Eloquence, now 'tis time, dispatch,
From Antony win Cleopatra,

[To Thidias.

And in our Name, when the requires, add more
From thine invention, offers. Women are not

In their best Fortunes ftrong; but want will perjure
The ne'er touch'd Neftal. Try thy cunning, Thidias,
Make thine own Edi& for thy pains, which we
Will anfwer as a Law.

Thid. Cafar, I go.

Caf. Obferve how Antony becomes his flaw, And what thou thinkeft his very Action speaks In every power that moves.

Thid. Cafar, I shall.

Exeunt.

Alexandria.

Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, and Iras. Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus?

Eno. Think, and dye.

Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this?
Eno. Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his Reafon, What though you fled,
From that great Face of War, whofe feveral ranges
Frighted each other? Why fhould he follow?
The itch of his Affedion fhould not then
Have nickt his Captainfhip, at fuch a point,
When half to half the World oppos'd, he being
The meer queftion. 'Tis a fhame no lefs
Than was his lofs, to course your flying Flags,
And leave his Navy gazing.

Cleo. Prithee peace.

Enter Antony, with the Ambassador.

Ant. Is this his Anfwer?

Amb. Ay, my Lord.

Ant. The Queen fhall then have courtefie,

So he will yield us up.

Amb. He fays fo.

Ant. Let her know't.

To the Boy Cafar fend this grizled Head,

And he will fill thy wishes to the brim,

With Principalities.

Cleo. That Head, my Lord?

Ant. To him again, tell him he wears the Rofe

Of youth upon him; from which, the World should note

Something particular; his Coyn, Ships, Legions,

May