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The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason 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 afham'd to bear me. Friends, come hither, I am so lated in the world, Have loft my way for ever. Laden with gold, take that,
And make your peace with Cafar.
Ant. I've fled myself, and have inftructed cowards To run, and shew their fhoulders. Friends, be gone. I have myself refolv'd upon a course,
Which has no need of you. Be gone,
I follow'd that I blush to look upon;
My very hairs do mutiny; for the white
Reprove the brown for rafhness, and they them
I'll fee you by and by.
Enter Cleopatra, led by Charmian and Iras, to Antony.
Eros. Nay, gentle Madam, to him, comfort him.
Char. Do? why, what else?
Cleo. Let me fit down; oh June !
Ant. No, no, no, no, no.
Eros. See you here, Sir!
Ant. Oh fy, fy, fy.
Ant. Yes, my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
In the brave fquares of war; yet now no matter-
Eros. The Queen, my Lord, the Queen
Iras. Go to him, Madam, fpeak to him, He is unqualitied with very flame.
Cleo. Well then, fuftain me; oh!
Eros. Moft noble Sir, arife, the Queen approaches; Her head's declin'd, and death will seize her, but Your comfort makes the rescue.
Ant. I have offended reputation ;
A most unnoble fwerving.
Eros. Sir, the Queen.
Ant. O whither haft thou led me, Ægypt? fee,
Cleo. Oh, my Lord, my Lord;
Forgive my fearful fails; I little thought,
Ant. Egypt, thou knew'ft too well,
My heart was to thy rudder ty'd by th' ftring,
Cleo. Oh, my pardon.
Ant. Now I must
To the young man fend humble treaties, dodge
With half the bulk o'th' world, play'd as I pleas'd,
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 kiss,
Even this repays me.
We fent our fchoolmaster; is he come back?
Within there, and our viands: Fortune knows,
SCENE changes to Cæfar's Camp.
Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Thyreus, with others.
Caf. Know you him?
ET him appear, that's come from Antony.
Dol. Cafar, 'tis his fchoolmafter;
An argument that he is pluckt, when hither
Which had fuperfluous Kings for meffengers,
Enter Ambafador 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
Cef. For Antony,
I have no ears to his requeft. The Queen
Of audience, nor defire, fhall fail; fo fhe
Amb. Fortune pursue thee!
Caf. Bring him through the bands: [Exit Ambassador. To try thy eloquence now 'tis time; dispatch, From Antony win Cleopatra, promise;
[To Thyreus. And, in our name, when she requires, add more, From thine invention, offers. Women are not In their best fortunes ftrong; but want will perjure The ne'er-touch'd veital. Try thy cunning, Thyreus ; Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we Will answer as a law.
Thyr. Cafar, I go..
Caf. Obferve, how Antony becomes his flaw; And what thou think'ft his very action speaks In every power that moves.
Thyr. Cafar, I shall.
SCENE changes to Alexandria.
Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, and Iras.
Eno. Think, and die.
HAT fhall we do, Enobarbus?
Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this?
Cleo. Pr'ythee, peace.
Enter Antony, with the Ambafador.
Ant. Is that his answer?
Amb. Ay, my Lord.
Ant. The Queen fhall then have courtesy, So the will yield us up.
Amb. He fays fo.
Ant. Let her know't.
To the boy Cafar fend this grizled head,
Cleo. Thy head, my Lord?
Ant. To him again; tell him, he wears the rofe
May be a coward's, whofe minifters would prevail
As i'th' command of Cæfar. I dare him therefore
And anfwer me declin'd, fword against fword,
Enter a Servant.
Serv. A meffenger from Cæfar,
Cleo. What, no more ceremony? fee, my women,-
(24) Mine bonefly and 1 begin to fquare;
The Loyalty, well beld to Fools, does make