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 art 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.

Thyr. My name is Thyreus.
Cleo.

Most kind messenger, Say to great Cæsar this in disputation,

I kiss his conqu'ring hand: tell him, I am prompt
To lay my crown at's feet, and there to kneel:
Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear
The doom of Egypt.

Thyr.
'Tis your noblest course.
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,

No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your hand.

Cleo.

Your Cæsar's father,

Moon and stars! Whip him :-Were't twenty of the greatest trib

utaries

That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I find them So saucy with the hand of she here, (What's her

name,

Since she was Cleopatra ?)—Whip him, fellows,
Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face,
And whine aloud for mercy: Take him hence.
Thyr. Mark Antony.—

Ant.
Tug him away: being whipp'd.
Bring him again :-The Jack of Cæsar's shall
Bear us an errand to him.—

[Exeunt Attendants, with THYREUS. You were half-blasted ere I knew you:-Ha! Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawful race, And by a gem of women, to be abus'd By one that looks on feeders?

Ant. You have been a boggler ever:But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't!) the wise gods seel our eyes In our own filth; drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion.

Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, And say, "God quit you!" be familiar with My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal, And plighter of high hearts!-O, that I were Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar

The horned herd! for I have savage cause;
And to proclaim it civilly, were like

A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank,
For being yare about him.-Is he whipp'd?

Re-enter Attendants, with THYREUS.

1 Att. Soundly, my lord. Ant.

Cried he? and begg'd he pardon?

1 Att. He did ask favour.

Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry To follow Cæsar in his triumph, since

Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: hence

forth,

The white hand of a lady fever thee,

Shake thou to look on't.-Get thee back to Cæsar,
Tell him thy entertainment: Look, thou say,
He makes me angry with him: for he seems
Proud and disdainful; harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was: He makes me angry;
And at this time most easy 'tis to do't;

When my good stars, that were my former guides,
Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike

My speech, and what is done, tell him, he has
Hipparchus, my enfranchis'd bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like, to quit me: Urge it thou:
Hence, with thy stripes, begone. [Exit THYREUS.
Cleo. Have you done yet?

Ant.
Alack, our terrene moon
Is now eclipsed; and it portends alone

The fall of Antony!

Cleo.

I must stay his time.

Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points?

Cleo.

Not know me yet?

Ant. Cold-hearted toward me?
Cleo.

Ah, dear, if I be so,
From my cold heart let heaven engender hail,
And poison it in the source; and the first stone
Drop in my neck: as it determines, so
Dissolve my life! The next Cæsarion smite!
Till, by degrees, the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the discandering of this pelleted storm,
Lie graveless; till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for prey!

Ant. I am satisfied. Cæsar sits down in Alexandria; where I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Hath nobly held: our sever'd navy too Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning most sealike.

Antony but late,

See it done;

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 to

night:

Scant not my cups; and make as much of me As when mine empire was your fellow too, And suffer'd my command.

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!

Eno.
What mean you, sir,
To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep;
And I, an ass, am onion-eyed; for shame,
Transform us not to women.

Ant.

Ho, ho, ho!

Now the witch take me if I meant it thus! Grace grow where those drops fall! My hearty friends,

You take me in too dolorous a sense,

For I spake to you for your comfort: did desire

you

To burn this night with torches: Know, my 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

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 ANTONY, EROS, Officers, and Soldiers.

Nay, I'll help too.

He has not with him.

Is he gone?

Ah, let be, let be! thou art

Most certain.

Because we brave her.-Come.

Cleo.

What's this for?

Ant.

The armourer of my heart;-False, false; this.

this.

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

Ant.

Sold.

Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it; Detain no jot, I charge thee: write to him (I will subscribe) gentle adieus, and greetings;

Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself. [Exeunt CESAR, 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 this pains,
Cæsar 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.

Eno. I give it you. Sold.

Mock not, Enobarbus. I tell you true: Best you saf'd the bringer Out of the host; I must attend mine office, Or would have done'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 paid My better service, when my turpitude

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 indeed! Had we done so at first, we had driven them home With clouts about their heads.

Let us score their backs, And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind; 'Tis sport to maul a runner. Ant. Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold For thy good valour. Come thee on. Scar.

I'll halt after. [Exeunt.

SCENE VIII.-Under the Walls of Alexandria. Alarum. 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.-To-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't had been
Each man's like mine; 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'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee.-O thou day o' the

world,

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, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phœbus' 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;