All that is won and lost: Give me a kiss;
Even this repays me.-We sent our schoolmaster,
Is he come back?-Love, I am full of lead :-
Some wine, within there, and cur viands :-For-
tune knows,

We scorn her most, when most she offers blows. [Exeunt.

SCENE X. Cæsar's Camp, in Egypt. Enter Cæsar, Dolabella, Thyreus, and others. Cæs. Let him appear that's come from Antony.Know you him7 Cæsar, 'tis his schoolmaster: An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither He sends so poor a pinion of his wing, Which had superfluous kings for messengers, Not many moons gone by.

Dol.

Enter Euphronius.

Cæs. Approach, and speak. Eup. 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 sea. Cæs.

Be it so; Declare thine office. Eup. Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and Requires to live in Egypt: which not granted, He lessens his requests; and to thee sues To let him breathe between the heavens and earth, A private man in Athens: This for him. Next Cleopatra does confess thy greatness; Submits her to thy might; and of thee craves The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs, Now hazarded to thy grace.

Cæs.

For Antony,

I have no ears to his request. The queen
Of audience, nor desire, shall fail: so she
From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend,
Or take his life there: This if she perform,
She shall not sue unheard. So to them both.
Eup. Fortune pursue thee!
Cas.

Bring him through the bands.
[Exit Euphronius.
To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time: Despatch;
From Antony win Cleopatra: promise,
[To Thyreus.
And in our name, what she requires; add more,
From thine invention, offers: women are not,
In their best fortune, strong: but want will perjure
The ne'er-touch'd vestal: Try thy cunning
Thyreus ;

Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we Will answer as a law.

Thyr.

Cæsar, I go.

Cas. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw; And what thou think'st his very action speaks In every power that moves. Thyr.

Cæsar, I shall. [Exeunt.

Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus ? Eno. Think, and die. Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this? Eno. Antony only, that would make his will Lord of his reason. What though you fled From that great face of war, whose several ranges Freighted each other? why should he follow? The itch of his affection should not then Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point, When half to half the world oppos'd, he being The mered question: "Twas a shame no less Than was his loss, to course your flying flags, And leave his navy gazing.

Cleo.

'Pry'thee, peace.

Ant. The queen shall then have courtesy, so she Will yield us up. Eup. He says so. Ant.

Let her know-itTo the boy Cæsar send this grizzled head, And he will fill thy wishes to the brim With principalities. Cleo. That head, my lord? Ant. To him again; Tell him, he wears the rose Of youth upon him; from which the world should Something particular: his coin, ships, legions, May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail

note

Under the service of a child, as soon

As i' the command of Cæsar: I dare him therefore
To lay his gay comparisons apart,
And answer me declin'd; sword against sword,
Ourselves alone; I'll write it; follow me.

[Exeunt Antony and Euphronius.
Eno. Yes, like enough, high-battled Cæsar will
Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd to the show,
Against a sworder.-I see, men's judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
Knowing all measures, the full Cæsar will
Answer his emptiness!-Cæsar thou hast subdu'd
His judgment too.

Enter an Attendant.

Att.
A messenger from Cæsar.
Cleo. What, no more ceremony ?-See, my
women!-

Against the blown rose may they stop their nose,
That kneel'd unto the buds.-Admit him, sir.
Eno. Mine honesty, and I begin to square.

[Aside. The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Our faith mere folly:-Yet he, that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen lord, Does conquer him that did his master conquer And earns a place i' the story Enter Thyreus.

Cleo.

Cæsar's will.

Thyr. Hear it apart. Cleo. None but friends; say boldly, Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony Eno. He needs as many, sir, as Cæsar has: Will leap to be his friend: For us, you know, Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master Whose he is, we are; and that's Caesar's. Thyr. Thus then, thou most renown'd; Cæsar entreats, Not to consider in what case thou stand'st, Further than he is Cæsar. Cleo.

So

Go on: Right royal Thyr. He knows that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him. Cleo. O! Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he Does pity, as constrained blemishes, Not as deserv'd.

Cleo.

He is a god, and knows

What is most right: Mine honour was not yielded,
But conquer'd merely,
Eno.

To be sure of that. [Aside.
I will ask Antony.-Sir, sir, thou'rt so leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
Thy dearest quit thee. [Exit Enobarbus.
Thyr.
Shall I say to Cæsar,
What you require of him? for he partly begs
To be desir'd to give. It much would please him
That of his fortunes you should make a staff
To lean upon: but it would warm his spirits,
To hear from me you had left Antony,
And put yourself under his shroud,
The universal landlord.
Cleo.

It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek Some way to leave him.

ACT IV.

SCENE I. Cæsar's Camp at Alexandria.

To give them this discomfort 7 Look, they weep; And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd ; for shame, Transform us not to women.

Ant.

Ho, ho, ho!

nas, and Others.

power

To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger
He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal
combat,

Cæsar to Antony: Let the old ruffian know,
I have many other ways to die; mean time,
Laugh at his challenge.

Mec.
Cæsar must think,
When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Make boot of his distraction: Never anger
Made good guard for itself.

Cæs.

Let our best heads

Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles
We mean to fight :-Within our files there are
Of those that serv'd Mark Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it be done;
And feast the army: we have store to do't,
And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony
[Exeunt.
SCENE II. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
Enter Antony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian,
Iras, Alexas, and Others.

Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius.
Eno.

Ant. Why should he not?

No.

Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,

He is twenty men to one.

Ant.

To-morrow, soldier,

By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live, Or bathe my dying honour in the blood

!

hearts,

I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you,
Where rather I'll expect victorious life,
Than death and honour. Let's to supper; come,
And drown consideration.
[Exeunt.

SCENE III. The same. Before the Palace.
Enter two Soldiers, to their Guard.

1 Sold. Brother, good night: to-morrow is the day.

2 Sold. It will determine one way: fare you well. 1 Soid. Nothing: what news? Heard you of nothing strange about the streets? 2 Sold. Good night to you.

And thou art honest too.

I wish, I could be made so many men ;
And all of you clapp'd up together in
An Antony, that I might do you service,
So good as you have done.
Serv.

The gods forbid ! Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me tonight:

Scant not my cups; and make as much of me, As when mine empire was your fellow too, And suffer'd my command. Cleo. What does he mean? Eno. To make his followers weep. Ant. Tend me to-night; May be, it is the period of your duty: Haply, you shall not see me more; or if, A mangled shadow: perchance to-morrow You'll serve another master. I look on you, As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends, I turn you not away; but, like a master Married to your good service, stay till death: Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more, And the gods yield you for't!

List, list!

Under the earth.

It signs well,

How now?

quarter;

[Exeunt.

.

Nay, I'll help too

Ah, let be, let be! thou art

this.

Cleo. Sooth, la, I'll help: Thus it must be.

Ant.

We shall thrive now. --Seest thou, my good fel Go, put on thy defences.

Eros.

Cleo. Is not this buckled well? Ant.

Well, well;

low Briefly, sir.

Rarely, rarely:
He that unbuckles this, till we do please
To doff't for our repose, shall hear a storm.-
Thon fumblest Eros; and my queen's a squire
More tight at this, than thou: Despatch.--O love,
That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and
knew'st

The royal occupation; thou should'st see
Enter an Officer armed.

come:

A workman in't.-Good morrow to thee; welThou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge:

To business that we love, we rise betime,
And go to it with delight.

1 Off.
A thousand, sir,
Early though it be, have on their riveted trim,
And at the port expect you.

Shout. Trumpets. Flourish. Enter other Officers, and Soldiers.

2 Off. The morn is fair.-Good morrow, general.

All. Good morrow, general.

Ant.

"Tis well blown, lads. This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes.So, so; come give me that: this way; well said. Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me: This is a soldier's kiss; rebukable, [Kisses her. And worthy shameful check it were, to stand On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee Now, like a man of steel.-You, that will fight, Follow me close; I'll bring you to't.-Adieu.

[Exeunt Ant. Eros, Officers, and Soldiers. Char. Please you, retire to your chamber? Cleo. Lead me, He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæsar might

Determine this great war in single fight:
Then, Antony,-But now,-Well, on. [Exeunt.
SCENE V. Antony's Camp near Alexandria.
Trumpets sound. Enter Antony and Eros, a
Soldier meeting them.

Sold. The gods make this a happy day to Antony!

Ant. 'Would, thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd

To make me fight at land!
Sold
Hadst thou done so,
The kings that have revolted, and the soldier
That has this morning left thee, would have still
Follow'd thy heels.

Ant.

Sold.

Who's gone this morning?

Who?

One ever near thee; Call for Enobarbus,
He shall not hear thee; or from Cæsar's camp
Say, I am none of thine.

Ant.

Ant.

What say'st thou ?

Sir,

Is he gone?

Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself [Exeunt Cæsar and his Train.
Eno. Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry,
On affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Cæsar,
And leave his master Antony: for his pains,
Caesar 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 joy no more.

Enter a Soldier of Cæsar's.

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. Eno. I give it you. Sold.

Mock me not, Enobarbus. I tell you true: Best that you saf 'd the bringer Out of the host; I must attend mine office, Or would have don't myself. Your emperor Continues still a Jove. [Exit Soldier. Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth, And feel I am so most. O Antony, Thou mine of bounty, how would'st thou have My better service, when my turpitude [paid Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart:

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 go seek
Some ditch, wherein to die; the foul'st best fits
My latter part of life.
[Exit.
SCENE VII. Field of Battle between the Camps.
Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter
Agrippa, and others.

Agr. Retire, we have engag'd ourselves too far;
Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression
Exceeds what we expected.
[Exeunt.

Alarum. Enter Antony and Scarus, wounded.
Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought, in-
deed!
Had we done so at first, we had driven them

bus

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 gray

Do something mingle with our younger 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; where it carbuncled Like holy Phoebus' 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
together,

Applauding our approach.

[Exeunt.

Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me; That life, a very rebel to my will,

May hang no longer on me: Throw my heart
Against the flint and hardness of my fault;
Which, being dried with grief, will break to
powder,

And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
Forgive me in thine own particular;
But let the world rank me in register
A master-leaver, and a fugitive:
O Antony! O Antony !
2 Sold.
To him.

Let's speak

[Dice.

1 Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæsar. 3 Sold. Let's do so. But he sleeps. 1 Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as

his

SCENE X. Between the two Camps. Enter Antony and Scarus, with Forces, marching.

Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea; We please them not by land. Scar. For both, my lord. We'd fight there too. But this it is; Our foot Ant. I would, they'd fight i'the fire, or in the air; Upon the hills adjoining to the city, Shall stay with us: order for sea is given; They have put forth the haven: Let's seek a spot, Where their appointment we may best discover, And look on their endeavour. [Exeunt.

Enter Cæsar, and his Forces, marching. Cas. 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 galleys. To the vales, And hold our best advantago.

[Exeunt.

Re-enter Antony and Scarus. 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.
[Exit.
Scar.
Swallows have built
In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the anguries
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.

Alarum afar off, as at a Sea-Fight.
Antony.

Re-enter

All is lost;

Ant. This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me: 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

hearts