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Mec. Let Rome be thus Inform'd,
Agrip. Who, queasy with his insolence Already, will their good thoughts call from him.
Oct. The people know it; and have now receiv'd His accusations.
Agrip. Whom does he accuse?
Oct. Caesar: and that, having in Sicily
Agrip. Sir, this should be answer'd.
Oct. 'Tis done already, and the messenger gone.
Mec. He'll never yield to that.
Oct. Nor must not then be yielded to in this.
Enter Octavia, attended.
Octav. Hail, Caesar, and my lord! hail, most dear
Caesar! Oct. That ever I should call thee castaway! Octav. You have not call'd me so, nor have you
cause. Oct. Why hast thou stol'n upon us thus? You come not Like Caesar's sister: The wife of Antony Should have an army for an usher, and The neighs of horse to tell of her approach, Long ere she did appear: the trees by the way
Should have borne men; and expectation fainted,
Octav. Good my lord,
Oct. Which soon he granted,
Octav. Ah me, most wretched!
Oct. Welcome hither:
Of us, and those that love you. Be of comfort;
Agrip. Welcome, lady.
Mec. Welcome, dear madam.
Octav. Is it so, sir?
Oct. Most certain. Sister, welcome: Pray you now, Be ever known to patience: My dearest sister!
ACT THE THIRD.
Enter Cleopatra, and Enobarbus.
Cleo. Thou hast forespoke my being in these wars?
Cleo. Is't not denounc'd 'gainst us? Why should not we \
Be there in person?
Enob. Your presence needs must puzzle Antony; Take from his heart, take from his brain, from his
Cleo. Sink Rome; and their tongues rot,
Enob. Nay, I have done. Here comes the emperor.
Enter Antony and Canidius.
Ant. Is't not strange, Canidius, That from Tarentum, and Brundusium, He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea, And take in Toryne?—You have heard on't, sweet?
Cleo. Celerity is never more admir'd,
Ant. A good rebuke,
Cleo. By sea! What else?
Canid. Why will my lord do so?
Ant. For that he dares us to't.
Enob. So hath my lord dar'd him to single fight.
Canid. Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia, Where Caesar fought with Pompey: But these offers, Which serve not for his 'vantage, he shakes off; And so should you.
Enob. Your ships are not well mann'd:
Your mariners are muleteers, reapers, people
Ingrost by swift impress; in Caesar's fleet
Are those, that often have 'gainst Pompey fought:
Their ships are yare ; yours, heavy: No disgrace
Can fall you for refusing him at sea,
Being prepar'd for land.
Ant. By sea, by sea.
Enob. Most worthy sir, you therein throw away The absolute soldiership you have by land; Distract your army, which doth most consist Of war-mark'd footmen; leave unexecuted Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego The way which promises assurance; and Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard, From firm security. e
Ant. I'll fight at sea.
Cleo. I have sixty sails, Caesar none better.
Ant, Come: Our overplus pf shipping will we burn; And,with the rest full-mann'd, from the head of Actium Beat the approaching Caesar. But if we fail,
Enter an Attendant.
We then can do't at land.—Thy business?
Atten. The news is true, my lord; he is descry'd; Caesar has taken Toryne.
Ant. Can he be there in person? 'tis impossible; Strange, that his power should be.—Canidius, Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land, And our twelve thousand horse:—we'll to our ship;
Away, my Thetis.—How now, worthy soldier?