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 An tony! Ant. 'Would, thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd To make me fight at land! Sold. Had'st thou done so, The Kings that morning left thee, would have still Follow'd thy heels. Ant. Who's gone this morning? Sold. Who? One ever near thee: Call for Enobarbus, He shall not hear thee or from Caesar's camp Ant. What say'st thou? Sold. Sir, He is with Caesar. Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure He has not with him. Ant. Is he gone? Sold. Most certain. Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it; Detaiu no jot, I charge thee: write to him (I will subscribe) gentle adieus, and greetings: Say, that I wish he never find more causé To change a master. O, my fortunes have Corrupted honest men: Eros, despatch. [Exeunt. Caesar's Camp before Alexandria, Flourish. Enter CAESAR, with AGRIPPA, ENOBARBUS, and Others. Caes. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight: Our will is, Antony be took alive; Make it so known. Agri Caesar, I shall. Na [Exit AGRIPPA. Caes. The time of universal peace is near: Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd 4 busq Shall bear the olive freely. ༄T་ཝུ་ sL? MT world Enter a Messenger. Mes. Antony Caes. Go, charge Agrippa Plant ant those that have revolted in the van, That Antony inay seem to spend his fury Upon himself. [Exeunt CAESAR and his Train. Eno. Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry, On affairs of Antony; there did persuade Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar, And leave his master Antony for this pains, Caesar hath hang'd him. Canidius, and the rest That fell away, have entertainment but No honourable trust, have done ill; Of which I do accuse myself so sorely, That I will joy no more,vad awar Enter a soldier of Caesar'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, Eno, I give it you. Sold. Mock me not, Enobarbus. I tell you true: Best that you saf'd the bringer Thou mine of bounty, how would'st thou have My better service, when my turpitude od 11642 Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart: If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean Shall outstrike thought: I fight against thee!" but thought will do't, I feel, No: I will go seek Some ditch, wherein to die; the foul'st best fits My latter part of life. [Exit. Field of battle between the Camps. Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA, and Others. Agr. Retire, we have engag'd ourselves too far: Caesar 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 indeed! Ilad we done so at first, we had driven them home With clou's about their heads: Ant. Thou bleed'st apace. Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T, But now 'tis made au H., Ant. They do retire. Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes; I have yet Room for six scotches more. Enter EROS. Eros. They are beaten, Sir; and our advantage For a fair victory. serves Scar. Let us score their backs, And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind; 'Tis sport to maul a runner. Ant. I will reward thee Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold Scar. I'll halt after.. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Alarum, Under the walls of Alexandria. Enter ANTONY, marching; SCARUS, and Forces. Ant. We have beat him to his camp: Run one before, And let the Queen know of our guests. 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 it had been Each man's like nie; you have shown all Hectors. 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 SCARUS. Enter CLEOPATRA, attended. To this great fairy I commend thy acts, Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day o' the world, Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing. Cleo. Lord of lords! O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from Ant. My nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? thongh grey Do something mingle with our brown; yet have we Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man; Kiss it, my warrior: He hath fought to-day, As if a God, in hate of mankind, had Cleo. I'll give thee, friend, An armour all of gold; it was a King's. Ant. He hath deserv'd it, were 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: |