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 grossly by his own.

Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? why then, good night, indeed.

Can. Toward Peloponnefus 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 afhamed to bear me. Friends, come hither. I am fo lated in the world, that I

Have loft my way for ever.

I've a fhip Laden with gold, take that, divide it; fly,

And make your peace with Cæfar.

Omnes. Fly! not we.

oh,

Ant. I've fled myself, and have inftructed cowards To run, and fhew their shoulders. Friends, be gone. I have myself refolved upon a course, Which has no need of you. Be gone, My treasure's in the harbour. Take it I followed 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 lothnefs; take the hint VOL. IX.

Which my defpair proclaims. Let them be left,
Which leave themfelves. To the fea-fide straightway:
I will poffefs 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, 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 fy, fy, fy.
Char. Madam.

Iras. Madam, oh good Empress!
Eros. Sir, Sir.

Ant. Yes, my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
His fword 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 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 unqualitied with very fhame.

Cleo. Well then, fuftain me; oh!

Eros. Moft noble Sir, arife, the Queen approaches; Her head's declined, and death will feize her, but Your comfort makes the rescue.

Ant. I have offended reputation;

A moft 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've left behind, 'Stroyed in difhonour.

Cleos Oh, my Lord, my Lord,

Forgive my fearful fails; I little thought
You would have followed.

Ant Egypt, thou knew'ft too well;.

My heart was to thy rudder tied by the firing,-
And thou fhouldit towe me after. O'er my fpirit
Thy 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 must

To the young man fend humble treaties, dodge And palter in the fhift of lowness; who,

With half the bulk o' th' world played as I pleafed, 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 kifs,

Even this repays me.

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

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

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Cæfar's Camp.

Enter CESAR, AGRIPPA, DOLABELLA, THYREUS, with others.

Caf. Let him appear that's come from Antony Know you him?

Dol. Cæfar, 'tis his fchoolmafter;

An argument that he is pluck'd when hither
He fends fo poor a pinnion of his wing,
Which had fuperfluous Kings for messengers,
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 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 heavens 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 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, fhall fail; fo the
From Egypt drive her all-difgraced friend,
Or take his life there. This if the perform,
She shall 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; 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-touched veftal. 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 thinkeft his very action speaks In every power that moves.

Thyr. Cæfar, I fhall.

[Exeunt

Enter CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, andi

IRAS.

Cleo. What fhall we do, Enobarbus?

Eno. Think, and die.

Gleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this?'

Eno. Antony only, that would make his wi'l Lord of his reafon. What although you fled From that great face of war, whofe feveral ranges Frighted each other? why thould he follow you? The itch of his affection fhould not then

Have nick'd his captainfhip; at fuch a point,
When half to half the world oppofed, he being
The meered question. 'Tis a fhame no lefs

Than was his los, to courfe your flying flags,
And leave his navy gazing..

Cleo. Pr'ythee, peace,