ANTONY'S Camp, near to the Promontory of ACTIUM. |
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Enter CLEOPATRA and ENOBARBUS. |
| Cleo. I will be even with thee, doubt it not. |
| Eno. But why, why, why? |
| Cleo. Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars, |
| And sayst it is not fit. |
| Eno. Well, is it, is it? |
| Cleo. If not denounc'd against us, why should not we |
| Be there in person? |
| Eno. [Aside.] Well, I could reply: |
| If we should serve with horse and mares together, |
| The horse were merely lost; the mares would bear |
| A soldier and his horse. |
| Cleo. What is't you say? |
| Eno. Your presence needs must puzzle Antony; |
| Take from his heart, take from his brain, from's time, |
| What should not then be spar'd. He is already |
| Traduc'd for levity, and 'tis said in Rome |
| That Photinus a eunuch and your maids |
| Manage this war. |
| Cleo. Sink Rome, and their tongues rot |
| That speak against us! A charge we bear i' the war, |
| And, as the president of my kingdom, will |
| Appear there for a man. Speak not against it; |
| I will not stay behind. |
| Eno. Nay, I have done. |
| Here comes the emperor. |
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Enter ANTONY and CANIDIUS. |
| Ant. Is it not strange, Canidius, |
| That from Tarentum and Brundusium |
| He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea, |
| And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, sweet? |
| Cleo. Celerity is never more admir'd |
| Than by the negligent. |
| Ant. A good rebuke, |
| Which might have well becom'd the best of men, |
| To taunt at slackness. Canidius, we |
| Will fight with him by sea. |
| Cleo. By sea! What else? |
| Can. Why will my lord do so? |
| Ant. For that he dares us to't. |
| Eno. So hath my lord dar'd him to single fight. |
| Can. Ay, and to wage his battle at Pharsalia, |
| Where Cæsar fought with Pompey; but these offers, |
| Which serve not for his vantage, he shakes off; |
| And so should you. |
| Eno. Your ships are not well mann'd; |
| Your mariners are muleters, reapers, people |
| Ingross'd by swift impress; in Cæsar's fleet |
| Are those that often have gainst Pompey fought: |
| Their ships are yare; yours, heavy. No disgrace |
| Shall fall you for refusing him at sea, |
| Being prepar'd for land. |
| Ant. By sea, by sea. |
| Eno. Most worthy sir, you therein throw away |
| The absolute soldiership you have by land; |
| Distract your army, which doth most consist |
| Of war-mark'd footmen; leave unexecuted |
| Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego |
| The way which promises assurance; and |
| Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard |
| From firm security. |
| Ant. I'll fight at sea. |
| Cleo. I have sixty sails, Cæsar none better. |
| Ant. Our overplus of shipping will we burn; |
| And with the rest, full-mann'd, from the head of Actium |
| Beat the approaching Cæsar. But if we fail, |
| We then can do't at land. |
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Enter a Messenger. |
| Thy business? |
| Mess. The news is true, my lord; he is descried; |
| Cæsar has taken Toryne. |
| Ant. Can he be there in person? 'tis impossible; |
| Strange that his power should be. Canidius, |
| Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land, |
| And our twelve thousand horse. We'll to our ship: |
| Away, my Thetis! |
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Enter a Soldier. |
| How now, worthy soldier! |
| Sold. O noble emperor! do not fight by sea; |
| Trust not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt |
| This sword and these my wounds? Let the Egyptians |
| And the Phœnicians go a-ducking; we |
| Have used to conquer, standing on the earth, |
| And fighting foot to foot. |
| Ant. Well, well: away! [Exeunt ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and ENOBARBUS. |
| Sold. By Hercules, I think I am i' the right. |
| Can. Soldier, thou art; but his whole action grows |
| Not in the power on 't: so our leader's led, |
| And we are women's men. |
| Sold. You keep by land |
| The legions and the horse whole, do you not? |
| Can. Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius, |
| Publicola, and Cælius, are for sea; |
| But we keep whole by land. This speed of Cæsar's |
| Carries beyond belief. |
| Sold. While he was yet in Rome |
| His power went out in such distractions as |
| Beguil'd all spies. |
| Can. Who's his lieutenant, hear you? |
| Sold. They say, one Taurus. |
| Can. Well I know the man. |
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Enter a Messenger. |
| Mess. The emperor calls Canidius. |
| Can. With news the time's with labour, and throes forth |
| Each minute some. [Exeunt. |
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