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He shall not hear thee; or, from Cæsar's camp
Say, I am none of thine.

Ant. What say'st thou?
Diom. Sir,

He is with Cæsar.

Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure

He has not with him.

Ant. Is he gone?

Diom. Most certain.

Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it, Detain no jot of it, I charge thee: write to him (I will subscribe) gentle adieus, and greetings: Say, that I wish he never find more cause To change a master.—Oh, my fortunes have Corrupted honest men.—Despatch.—O Enobarbus ! [Exeunt.


Before Alexandria.

CESAR's Camp.—Flourish.

Enter Cesar, with Agrippa, Enobarbus, and


Oct. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:

Our will is, Antony be took alive;

Make it so known.

Agrip. Cæsar, I shall.

(Exit Agrippa.

Oct. The time of universal peace is near:

Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world

Shall bear the olive freely.

Off. Antony

Enter an OFFICER.

Is come into the field.

Oct. Go, charge Agrippa

Plant those that have revolted in the van;
That Antony may seem to spend his fury

Upon himself.

[Exeunt CESAR and Train.

Enob. Alexas did revolt: he went to Jewry, on
Affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Cæsar,

And leave his master Antony: for this pains,
Cæsar hath hang'd him. Canidius, and the rest
That fell away, have entertainment, but
No honourable trust. I have done ill;
Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,
That I will enjoy no more.

Enter a Soldier.

Sold. Enobarbus, Antony

Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
His bounty overplus: The messenger
Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now,
Unloading of his mules.

Enob. I give it you.

Sold. I mock not, Enobarbus,

I tell you true: Best you see safe the bringer
Out of the host; I must attend mine office,
Or would have done't myself.

Continues still a Jove.

Your emperor

[Exit Soldier,

Enob. I am alone the villain of the earth,

And feel I am so most. O Antony,

Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have pay'd

My better service, when my turpitude


Thou dost so crown with gold! This bows my
If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean
Shall outstrike thought; but thought will do't, I feel.



I fight against thee! no: I will
Some ditch, wherein to die; the foul'st best fits

My latter part of life.

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Gates of Alexandria.

Enter Antony, marching; Diomede and Forces.

Ant. We have beat him to his camp;—Run one before,

And let the queen know of our guests:—To-morrow,
Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all;
For doughty-handed are you; and have fought,
Not as you serv'd the cause, but as't had been
Each man's like mine; you have all shown you Hec-


Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honour'd gashes whole.--Give me thy hand;
[To Diomede.

Enter Cleopatra, attended.

To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,


Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day o'th' world, Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness to my heart, and there Bide on the pants triumphing.

Cleo. Lord of lords,

O infinite virtue, com'st thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught?

Ant. My nightingale,

We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? though grey

Do something mingle with our brown; yet have we
A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man,
Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand ;—
Kiss it, my warrior:—he hath fought to day,
As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Destroy'd in such a shape.

Cleo. I'll give thee, friend,

An armour all of gold; it was a king's.

Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled

Like holy Phaebus' car.—Give me thy hand;—
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;

Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them :
Had our great palace the capacity

To camp this host, we all would sup together;
And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
Which promises royal peril.—Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with our rattling tabourines;

That heaven and earth may strike their sounds to


Applauding our approach.


Scene v.

Hills without the City.

Enter Antony, and Diomede, with Forces, marching.

Ant. Their preparation is to-day for sea;

We please them not by land.

Diom. For both, my lord.

Ant. I would, they'd fight i'the fire, or i'the air;
We'd fight there too. But this it is: Our foot,
Upon the hills adjoining to the city,

Shall stay with us: order for sea is given;
They have put forth the haven: Hie we on,
Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavour.


Enter Cesar and his Forces, marching. Oct. But being charg'd, we will be still by land, Which, as I tak't, we shall; for his best force Is forth to man his gallies. To the vales. And hold our best advantage.

Enter Antony and DIOMEDE.


Ant. Yet they're not join'd: Where yonder pine

does stand,

I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word
Straight, how 'tis like to go,

Diom. Swallows have built


In Cleopatra's sails, their nests: the augurers
Say, they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly,
And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony

Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts,

His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear,
Of what he has, and has not.

Enter Antony, hastily.

Ant. All is lost;

This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:

[Shouts afar off.

My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
They cast their caps up, and carouse together

Like friends long lost.—Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis thou
Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
Makes only wars on thee.—Bid them all fly;
For when I am reveng'd upon my charm,


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