A Plain near ACTIUM. |
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Enter CÆSAR, TAURUS, Officers, and Others. |
Cæs. Taurus! |
Taur. My lord? |
Cæs. Strike not by land; keep whole: provoke not battle, |
Till we have done at sea. Do not exceed |
The prescript of this scroll: our fortune lies |
Upon this jump. [Exeunt. |
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Enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUS. |
Ant. Set we our squadrons on yond side o' the hill, |
In eye of Cæsar's battle; from which place |
We may the number of the ships behold, |
And so proceed accordingly. [Exeunt. |
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Enter CANIDIUS, marching with his land army one way over the stage; and TAURUS, the lieutenant of CÆSAR, the other way. After their going in is heard the noise of a sea-fight. |
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Alarum. Re-enter ENOBARBUS. |
Eno. Naught, naught, all naught! I can behold no longer. |
The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral, |
With all their sixty, fly, and turn the rudder; |
To see 't mine eyes are blasted. |
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Enter SCARUS. |
Scar. Gods and goddesses, |
All the whole synod of them! |
Eno. What's thy passion? |
Scar. The greater cantle of the world is lost |
With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away |
Kingdoms and provinces. |
Eno. How appears the fight? |
Scar. On our side like the token'd pestilence, |
Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt, |
Whom leprosy o'ertake! i' the midst o' the fight, |
When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd, |
Both as the same, or rather ours the elder, |
The breese upon her, like a cow in June, |
Hoists sails and flies. |
Eno. That I beheld: |
Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not |
Endure a further view. |
Scar. She once being loof'd, |
The noble ruin of her magic, Antony, |
Clapson his sea-wing, and like a doting mallard, |
Leaving the fight in height, flies after her. |
I never saw an action of such shame; |
Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before |
Did violate so itself. |
Eno. Alack, alack! |
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Enter CANIDIUS. |
Can. Our fortune on the sea is out of breath, |
And sinks most lamentably. Had our general |
Been what he knew himself, it had gone well: |
O! he has given example for our flight |
Most grossly by his own. |
Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? |
Why, then, good night, indeed. |
Can. Towards Peloponnesus are they fled. |
Scar. 'Tis easy to 't; and there I will attend |
What further comes. |
Can. To Cæsar will I render |
My legions and my horse; six kings already |
Show me the way of yielding. |
Eno. I'll yet follow |
The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason |
Sits in the wind against me. [Exeunt. |
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