Caf. Which foon he granted, Being an obftruct 'tween his luft and him. Caf. I have eyes upon him, And his affairs come to me on the wind: 2 O. My 'Lord, he is in Athens. Gaf. No, my moft wronged fifter; Cleopatra 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 Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian King Adallas, 3 Of Comagene, Polemon and Amintas, Of. Ah me moft wretched, That have my heart parted betwixt two friends, Caf. Welcome hither; Your letters did with-hold our breaking forth, Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome: Mec. Welcome, dear Madam. Each heart in Rome does love and pity you ; Oft. Is it fo, Sir? Caf. It is most certain: fifter, welcome; pray you Be ever known to patience. My dear'ft fifter! [Exeunt. Cleo. I Enter Cleopatra, and Enobarbus. Will be even with thee, doubt it not. Eno. But why, why, why? Cleo. Thou haft forespoke 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 perfon? Eno. Well I could reply; If we should ferve with horfe and mares together, Cleo. What is't you fay? Eno. Your prefence needs muft puzzle Antony; Take from his heart, take from his brain, from's time, Traduc'd for levity, and 'tis faid in Rome, Cleo. Sink Rome, and their tongues rot That speak against us! A charge we bear i' th' war, Appear Appear there for a man. Speak not against it, I will not ftay behind... Enter Antony and Canidius. Eno. Nay, I have done: Here comes the Emperor. Ant.' 'Is't not ftrange, Canidius, And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, fweet? Than by the negligent. Ant. A good rebuke, Which might have well becom❜d the best of men E Cleo. By fea, what else? us. Eno. So hath my Lord dar'd him to fingle fight. Eno. Your hips are not well mann'd, Your mariners 9'muleteers and reapers, people Are thofe, that often have 'gainst Pompey fought; Being prepar'd for land. Ant. By fea, by fea. Eno. Moft worthy Sir, you therein throw away 6 Is it 7 Canidius, 8 us to't The 9 are muliteers, reapers, The way which promifes affurance, and Ant. I'll fight at fea. 1 Cleo. 'Why, I have fixty fails, Cæfar none better. Ant. Our overplus of fhipping will we burn, 2 And with the reft full-mann'd, from th' head of A&ium Thy business? Enter a Messenger. Mef. The news is true, my Lord, he is descried, Ant. Can he be there in perfon? 'tis impoffible: Enter a Soldier. How now, worthy foldier? Sold. Oh noble Emperor, do not fight by fea, Trust not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt This fword, and thefe my wounds? let the Egyptians Have us'd to conquer ftanding on the earth, And fighting foot to foot. Ant. Well, well, away. [Exeunt Ant. Cleo. and Enob. Can. Soldier, thou art: but his whole action grows And we are womens men. Sold. You keep by land The legions and the horse whole, do you not? Publicola, and Celius, are for fea : ¡ I have 2 But if 3 be fo. But But we keep whole by land. This fpeed of Cafar's Carries beyond belief. Sold. While 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 Messenger. Mef. The Emperor 'calls for Canidius.` Can. With news the time's in labour, and throws forth, Each minute, fome. Enter Cæfar with his Army, marching. Caf. Taurus! Taur. My Lord. [Exeunt. Caf. Strike not by land. Keep whole, provoke not battle 'Till we have done at fea. Do not exceed The prefcript of this fcroul: our fortune lyes Upon this jump. [Exeunt. Ant. Set we our fquadrons on yond fide o' th' hill, In eye of Cafar's battle; from which place We may the number of the fhips behold, And fo proceed accordingly. SCEN [Exeunt. Canidius marching with his land Army one way over the Stage, and Taurus the Lieutenant of Cæfar the other way: after their going in, is heard the noife of a Seafight. Alarum. Enter Enobarbus. [longer; Eno. Naught, naught, all naught, I can behold no Th' Antonias th' Egyptian admiral, VOL. V. Y With (a) Th' Antonias, &c. (which Plutarch fays was the name of Cleopatra's ship.) РОР Е. |