I am So lated in the world, that I
Have loft my way for ever. I've a fhip
Laden with gold, take That, divide it; flie,
And make your peace with Cafar.

Omnes. Fly! not we.

Ant. I've fled my self, and have instructed cowards
To run, and thew their fhoulders. Friends, be gone.
I have my self 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 rashness, 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 despair proclaims. Let them be left,
Which leave themfelves. To the fea-fide ftraight-way:
I will poffefs you of that fhip 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 fee 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 ftrook
The lean and wrinkled Caffius, and 'twas I
That the mad Brutus ended; he alone

Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had

In the brave fquares of war; yet now no matterCleo. 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. Moft 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, 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 fhould'ft towe me after. O'er my fpirit
The 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 shift 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
Obey it on all caufe.

Cleo. O, 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 me.

We sent our Schoolmaster; is he come back?

Love, I am full of lead; fome wine,

Within there, and our viands: Fortune knows,
We fcorn her moft, when moft fhe offers blows.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Cæfar's Camp.

Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Thyreus, with others.

Caf. LET him appear, that's come from Antony.

Know you him?

Dol. Cæfar, 'tis his Schoolmaster,
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 Ambafador 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 fea.

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 breathe between the heav'ns and earth,
A private man in Athens: this for him.
Next, Cleopatra does confefs thy Greatness;
Submits her to thy might, and of thee craves
The circle of the Ptolomies for her heirs,
Now hazarded to thy grace.

Cef. For Antony,

I have no ears to his requeft. The Queen
Of audience, nor defire, fhall 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 pursue thee!

Caf.

Caf. Bring him through the bands:

[Exit Ambaffador. To try thy eloquence now 'tis time; difpatch, From Antony win Cleopatra, promife; [To Thyreus. And, in our name, when the requires, add more, From thine invention, offers. Women are not In their beft fortunes ftrong; but want will perjure The ne'er-touch'd veftal. Try thy cunning, Thyreus Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we Will anfwer as a law.

Thyr. Cæfar, I go.

1:

Caf. Obferve, how Antony becomes his flaw;
And what thou think'ft his very action speaks
In every power that moves.

Thyr. Cæfar, Ifhall.

Cleo.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Alexandria.

Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, and Iras.
HAT fhall we do, Enobarbus ?
Eno. Think, and die.

WH

Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this ?
Eno. Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his reason. What although you fled
From that great face of war, whofe feveral ranges
Frighted each other? why fhould he follow you?
The itch of his affection fhould not then
Have nickt his captainfhip; at fuch a point,
When half to half the world oppos'd, he being
The meered question. 'Twas a fhame no less
Than was his lofs, to courfe your flying flags,
And leave his navy gazing.

Cleo. Pr'ythee, peace.

Enter Antony, with the Ambassador.

Ant. Is that his answer?

Amb. Ay, my lord.

Ant. The Queen shall then have courtesiè,

So the will yield us up.

Amb.

Amb. He fays fo.

Ant. Let her know't.

To the boy Cæfar 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 rose Of youth upon him; from which, the world, fhould

note

Something particular; his coyn, fhips, legions,

May be a coward's, whofe minifters would prevail
Under the service of a child, as foon

As i'th' command of Cæfar. I dare him therefore
To lay his gay comparisons apart,

And answer me declin'd, fword against fword,
Our felves alone; I'll write it, follow me.

[Exit Antony,
Eno. Yes, like enough; high-battel'd Cæfar will
Unftate his happiness, and be ftag'd to th' fhew
Against a fworder. I fee, mens judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes, and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,

To fuffer all alike. That he thould dream,
Knowing all measures, the full Cæfar will
Answer his emptiness!

His judgment too.

Cafar, thou haft fubdu'd

Enter a Servant.

Ser. A meffenger from Cæfar.

Cleo. What, no more ceremony? fee, my women,— Against the blown rofe may they stop their nofe,

That kneel'd unto the buds.

Admit him, Sir.

Eno. Mine honefty and I begin to fquare; (40)

(40) Mine Honesty and I begin to fquare;

The Loyalty, well held to Fools, does make
Our Faith meer Folly: &c.].

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If I fee any thing of the Poet's Sentiment in this Paffage, Both the Text and Pointing are flightly deprav'd; and, I think, I have reform'd Both juftly. After Enobarbus has faid, that his Honeity and he begin to quarrel, (i. e. that his Reafon fhews him to be mistaken in