Between the two Camps. | |
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Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, with Forces, marching. | |
| Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea; | |
| We please them not by land. | 4 |
| Scar. 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 | 8 |
| Shall stay with us; order for sea is given, | |
| They have put forth the haven, | |
| Where their appointment we may best discover | |
| And look on their endeavour. [Exeunt. | 12 |
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Enter CÆSAR, and his Forces, marching. | |
| Cæs. But being charg’d, we will be still by land, | |
| Which, as I take ’t, we shall; for his best force | |
| Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales, | 16 |
| And hold our best advantage! [Exeunt. | |
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Re-enter ANTONY and SCARUS. | |
| Ant. Yet they are not join’d. Where yond pine does stand | |
| I shall discover all; I’ll bring thee word | 20 |
| Straight how ’tis like to go. [Exit. | |
| Scar. Swallows have built | |
| In Cleopatra’s sails their nests; the augurers | |
| Say they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly, | 24 |
| 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. | 28 |
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Re-enter ANTONY. | |
| Ant. All is lost! | |
| This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me; | |
| My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder | 32 |
| 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; | 36 |
| For when I am reveng’d upon my charm, | |
| I have done all. Bid them all fly; be gone. [Exit SCARUS. | |
| O sun! thy uprise shall I see no more; | |
| Fortune and Antony part here; even here | 40 |
| Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts | |
| That spaniel’d me at heels, to whom I gave | |
| Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets | |
| On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is bark’d, | 44 |
| That overtopp’d them all. Betray’d I am. | |
| O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm, | |
| Whose eyes beck’d forth my wars, and call’d them home, | |
| Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end, | 48 |
| Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose, | |
| Beguil’d me to the very heart of loss. | |
| What, Eros! Eros! | |
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Enter CLEOPATRA. | 52 |
| Ah! thou spell. Avaunt! | |
| Cleo. Why is my lord enrag’d against his love? | |
| Ant. Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving, | |
| And blemish Cæsar’s triumph. Let him take thee, | 56 |
| And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians; | |
| Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot | |
| Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown | |
| For poor’st diminutives, for doits; and let | 60 |
| Patient Octavia plough thy visage up | |
| With her prepared nails. [Exit CLEOPATRA. | |
| ’Tis well thou’rt gone, | |
| If it be well to live; but better ’twere | 64 |
| Thou fell’st into my fury, for one death | |
| Might have prevented many. Eros, ho! | |
| The shirt of Nessus is upon me; teach me, | |
| Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage; | 68 |
| Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o’ the moon; | |
| And with those hands, that grasp’d the heaviest club, | |
| Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die: | |
| To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall | 72 |
| Under this plot; she dies for ’t. Eros, ho! [Exit. | |
