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.

Ant.

Thou bleed'st apace.

Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T, But now 'tis made an H.

Ant.

They do retire.

I have yet

Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes.

Room for six scotches more.

Enter EROS.

Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage

serves

For a fair victory.

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 sprightly comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour.
Scar.

Come thee on.

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 gests.

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:

Enter CLEOPATRA, attended.

To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,

Make her thanks bless thee.— thou day o' th' 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
The world's great snare uncaught?

Ant.

My nightingale,

We have beat them to their beds. What, girl!

though grey

Do something mingle with our younger brown; yet

ha' we

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A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
Get goal for goal of youth.

Behold this man ;
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 Phoebus' car. Give me thy hand: Through Alexandria make a jolly march;

Bear our hack'd targets like the men that

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 tambourines ;

Owe

Sentinels on their post. Enter ENOBARBUS.

1 Sold. If we be not reliev'd within this hour, We must return to th' court of guard. The night Is shiny, and, they say, we shall embattle

By th' second hour i' th' morn.

2 Sold.

A shrewd one to 's.

This last day was

Eno.

O, bear me witness, night,

3 Sold. What man is this?

2 Sold.

Stand close, and list him.

Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon!

When men revolted shall upon record

Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did

Before thy face repent.

1 Sold.

3 Sold.

Hark farther.

Enobarbus!

Peace!

Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy! The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me, That life, a very rebel to my will,

May hang no longer on me: throw my heart

Against the flint and hardness of my fault,

Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,

And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony!

Nobler than my revolt is infamous,

Forgive me in thine own particular
But let the world rank me in register

A master-leaver, and a fugitive.

O Antony! O Antony!

2 Sold. Let's speak to him.

[Dies.

1 Sold. Let's hear him; for the things he speaks

May concern Cæsar.

3 Sold.

Let's do so. But he sleeps.

1 Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his Was never yet for sleep.

2 Sold.

Go we to him.

3 Sold. Awake, sir, awake! speak to us.

2 Sold.

1 Sold. The hand of death hath raught him. Hark!

the drums

Hear you, sir?

[Drums afar off.

Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him.

To th' court of guard; he is of note: our hour

Is fully out.

3 Sold. Come on, then;

He may recover yet.

[Exeunt with the body

SCENE X.

Between the two Camps.

Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, with Forces, marching. Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea:

We please them not by land.

Scar.

For both, my lord.

Ant. I would they'd fight i' th' fire, or i̇' th' air; We'd fight there too. But this it is: our Foot Upon the hills adjoining to the city

Shall stay with us. Order for sea is given;
They have put forth the haven. [Ascend we then]
Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavour.

[Exeunt.

Enter CESAR and his Forces, marching.

Cas. 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,
And hold our best advantage!

Enter ANTONY and SCARUS.

[Exeunt.

Ant. Yet they are not join'd. Where yond' pine

does stand,

I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word

Straight, how 'tis like to go.

Scar.

[Exit.

Swallows have built

In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers