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Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire
Up to a whore, who now are levying
The Kings o'th' earth for war.

He hath affembled

Bocchus the King of Lybia, Archelaus
Of Cappadocia, Philadelphos King

Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian King Adullus,
King Malchus of Arabia, King of Pont,
Herod of Jewry, Mithridates King
Of Comagene, Polemon and Amintas,
The King of Mede, and Lycaonia,
With a more larger lift of fcepters.
Ofta. Ay me, moft wretched,

That have my heart parted betwixt two friends,
That do afflict each other!

Caf. Welcome hither;

Your letters did with-hold our breaking forth,
'Till we perceiv'd, both how you were wrong led,
And we in negligent danger; cheer your heart.
Be you not troubled with the time, which drives
O'er your content these strong neceffities;
But let determin'd things to Destiny

Hold unbewail'd their way.

Nothing more dear to me.

Welcome to Rome;
You are abus'd

Beyond the mark of thought; and the high Gods, (39)
To do you juftice, make their minifters

Of us, and thofe that love you. Be of comfort,
And ever welcome to us.

Agr. Welcome, lady.

Mec. Welcome, dear Madam.

Each heart in Rome does love and pity you ;

Only th' adulterous Antony, moft large,

In his abominations, turns you off,

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To do you juftice, make his minifters

Of us, and thofe that love you.]

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Macbeth

Is ripe for fhaking, and the pow'rs above.

Put on their inftruments.

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Macbeth.
And

And gives his potent regiment to a trull,
That nofes it against us.

Qaa. Is it fo, Sir?

Caf. It is most certain: fifter, welcome; pray you, Be ever known to patience. My dear'st fister! [Exeunt.

Cleo.

SCENE, near the Promontory of Actium.

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Enter Cleopatra and Enobarbus.

Will be even with thee, doubt it not.
Eno But why, why, why?

Cleo. Thou haft forefpoke my being in these wars ; And fay'ft, it is not fit.

Eno. Well; is it, is it?

Cleo. Is't not denounc'd against us? why should not we be there in person?

Eno. Well, I could reply; if we fhould ferve with horfe and mares together, the horse were merely lost; the mares would bear a foldier and his horfe.

Cleo. What is't you say?

Eno. Your prefence needs muft puzzle Antony; Take from his heart, take from his brain, from`s time, What should not then be fpar'd. He is already Traduc'd for levity, and 'tis faid in Rome, That Photinus an eunuch, and your maids, Manage this war.

Cleo. Sink Rome, and their tongues rot

That speak against us! A charge we bear i'th' war; And, as the prefident of my Kingdom, will I Appear there for a man. Speak not against it,

I will not stay behind.

Enter Antony and Canidius.

Eno. Nay, I have done, here comes the Emperor.
Ant. Is it not ftrange, Canidius,

That from Tarentum, and Brundufium,

He could fo quickly cut th' Ionian sea,

And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, Sweet?
Cleo. Celerity is never more admir'd

Than

Than by the negligent.

Ant. A good rebuke,

Which might have well become the best of men
To taunt at flackness. Canidius, we

Will fight with him by sea.
Cleo. By fea, what else?

Can. Why will my Lord do fo?
Ant. For that he dares us to't.

Eno. So hath my Lord dar'd him to fingle fight. Can. Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharfalia, Where Cefar fought with Pompey. But thefe offers, Which ferve not for his vantage, he fhakes off; And fo fhould you..

Eno. Your fhips are not well mann'd,

Your mariners are muleteers, reapers, people.
Ingroft by fwift imprefs. In Cefar's fleet
Are thofe that often have 'gainst Pompey fought:
Their fhips are yare, yours heavy: no difgrace
Shall fall you for refufing him at sea,
Being prepar'd for land.

Ant. By fea, by sea.

Eno. Moft worthy Sir, you therein throw away
The abfolute foldiership you have by land ;
Distract your army, which doth most confift
Of war-mark'd footmen: leave unexecuted
Your own renowned knowlege; quite forego
The way which promifes affurance, and
Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard,
From firm fecurity..

Ant. I'll fight at fea.

Cleo. I have fixty fails, Cæfar none better. Ant. Our overplus of fhipping will we burn, And, with the reft full-mann'd, from th' head of Altium Beat the approaching Cafar. But if we fail, We then can do't at land.

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Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. The news is true, my Lord; he is defcry'd; Cafar has taken Toryne.

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Ant. Can he be there in perfon? 'tis impoffible. Strange, that his power fhould be fo. Canidius, Our nineteen legions thou fhalt hold by land, And our twelve thousand horfe. We'll to our fhip; Away, my Thetis !

Enter a Soldier.

How now, worthy foldier?

Sold. Oh noble Emperor, do not fight by fea, Truft not to rotten planks : do you misdoubt

This fword, and thefe my wounds? let the Egyptians And the Phenicians go a ducking: we

Have us'd to conquer standing on the earth,

And fighting foot to foot.

Ant. Well, well, away. [Exeunt Ant. Cleo. and Enob. Sold. By Hercules, I think, I am i'th' right.

Can. Soldier, thou art; but his whole action grows

Not in the pow'r on't: fo our leader's led,

And we are women's men.

Sold. You keep by land

The legions and the horse whole, do you not
Can. Marcus Octavius, Marcus Jufteius,

Publicola, and Calius, are for fea :

But we keep whole by land. This speed of Caefar's

Carries beyond belief.

Sold. While he was yet in Rome,

His power went out in fuch diftractions as

Beguil'd all fpies.

Can. Who's his lieutenant, hear you♪^

Sold. They fay, one Taurus.

Can. Well I know the man.

Enter a Meflenger.

Mef. The Emperor calls Canidius.

Can. With news the time's in labour, and throes forth,

Each minute, fome.

Enter Cæfar, with his army marching.

[Exeunt.

Caef. Taurus?

Taur. My Lord.

Caef.

Caf. Strike not by land. Keep whole, provoke not 'Till we've done at fea. Do not exceed [battle, The prefcript of this fcroul: our fortune lies Upon this jump.

Enter Antony and Enobarbus.

[Exeunt.

Ant. Set we our fquadrons on yond fide o'th' hill, In eye of Cæfar's battle; from which place We may the number of the ships behold, And fo proceed accordingly.

[Exeunt.

Canidius, marching with his land-army one way over the ftage; and Taurus, the lieutenant of Cæfar, the other way: after their going in, is heard the noife of a fea fight. Alarm. Enter Enobarbus.

Eno. Naught, naught, all naught, I can behold no Th' Antonias, the Egyptian admiral,

With all their fixty, fly, and turn the rudder
To fee't, mine eyes are blafted.

Enter Scarus.

Scar. Gods and Goddesses,

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.

Eno. How appears the fight?

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Scar. On our fide like the token'd peftilence, Where death is fure. Your ribauld nag of Egypt (Whom leprofy o'ertake!) i'th' midft o'th' fight (When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd Both as the fame, or rather ours the elder ;) The breeze upon her, like a cow in June, Hoifts fails, and flies.

Eno. That I beheld:

Mine eyes did ficken at the fight, and could not
Endure a further view.

Scar. She once being looft,

The noble ruin of her magick, Antony,
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