The noble ruin of her magic, Antony,
Claps on his fea-wing, like a doating mallard,
Leaving the fight in height, flies after her :
I never faw an action of fuch shame;

Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before
Did violate so itself.

Eno. Alack, alack.

Enter Canidius.

Can. Our fortune on the fea is out of breath, And finks most 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, good

night, indeed.

Can. Towards Peloponnesus are they fled.
Scar. 'Tis easy 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 reafon 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 so lated in the world, that I

Have lost my way for ever.

I've a ship

Laden with gold, take that, divide it; fly,

And make your peace with Cefar.

Omnes. Fly! not we.

Ant. I've fled myself, and have instructed cowards To run, and shew their shoulders. Friends, be gone.

I have myself refolv'd upon a course,

Which has no need of you. Be gone,

My

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 rafhness, and they them
For fear and doating. Friends, be gone; you shall
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 leavethemselves. To the sea-side straight-way:
I will possess you of that ship and treasure.
Leave me, I pray, a little; pray you now
Nay, do fo; for, indeed, I've lost 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, most 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 Empress !

Eros. Sir, Sir.

Ant. Yes, my lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
His sword e'en like a dancer, while I strook
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 squares of war; yet now-no matter-
Cleo. Ah, stand by.

Eros. The Queen, my lord, the Queen-
Iras. Go to him, Madam, speak to him,

He is unqualitied with very shame.

Cleo. Well then, sustain me; oh!

Eros.

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 shame out of thine eyes;
By looking back on what I've left behind,
'Stroy'd in dishonour.

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

Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well,
My heart was to thy rudder ty'd by th' string,
And thou should'st towe me after. O'er my spirit
Thy full fupremacy thou knew'st; and that

Thy beck might from the bidding of the Gods
Command me.

Cleo. Oh, my pardon.

Ant. Now I must

To the young man fend humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the shift of lowness; 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 cause.

Cleo. O, pardon, pardon.

Ant. Fall not a tear, I say, one of them rates

All that is won and loft: give me a kiss,

Even this repays me.

We fent our schoolmaster; is he come back?
Love, I am full of lead; fome wine,

Within there, and our viands: Fortune knows,
We scorn her most, when most she offers blows.

[Exeunt.

SCENE i

SCENE VIII.

Changes to Cæfar's Camp.

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

Caf. L

ET him appear, that's come from Antony.

Know you him?

Dol. Cafar, 'tis his schoolmaster;

An argument that he is pluckt, when hither
He fends so poor a pinnion of his wing,
Which had fuperfluous Kings for messengers,
Not many moons gone by.

Enter Ambassador 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 so, delare thine office.
Amb. Lord of his fortunes he falutes thee, and
Requires to live in Egypt; which not granted,
He lefsens his requests, and to thee sues
To let him breathe 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 Ptolemies for her heirs,
Now hazarded to thy grace.

Caf. For Antony,

I have no ears to his request. The Queen
Of audience, nor defire, shall fail, so she
From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend,
Or take his life there. This if she perform,
She shall not fue unheard. So to them Both.

Amb. Fortune pursue thee !

VOL. VIII.

M

Caf.

Caf. Bring him through the bands:

[Exit Ambaffador. To try thy eloquence now 'tis time; dispatch, 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 best fortunes strong; but want will perjure The ne'er-touch'd vestal. Try thy cunning, Thyreus; Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we Will anfwer as a law.

Thyr. Cæfar, I go.

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

Thyr. Cafar, I shall.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

IX.

Changes to Alexandria.

Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, and Iras.

Cleo.

W

HAT fhall we do, Enobarbus?
Eno. Drink, and die.

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, whose several ranges
Frighted each other? why should he follow you?
The itch of his affection should not then

Have nickt his captainship; at such a point,
When halfto half the world oppos'd, he being
The meered question. 'Twas a shame no less
Than was his lofs, to course your flying flags,
And leave his navy gazing.

Cleo. Pr'ythee, peace.

Enter Antony, with the Ambassador.

Ant. Is that his answer?

Amb.