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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. | |
| Scar. For both, my lord. | 5 |
| Ant. I would theyd fight i the fire or i the air; | |
| Wed 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, | 10 |
| Where their appointment we may best discover | |
| And look on their endeavour. [Exeunt. | |
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Enter CÆSAR, and his Forces, marching. | |
| Cæs. But being chargd, we will be still by land, | |
| Which, as I take t, we shall; for his best force | 15 |
| Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales, | |
| And hold our best advantage! [Exeunt. | |
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Re-enter ANTONY and SCARUS. | |
| Ant. Yet they are not joind. Where yond pine does stand | |
| I shall discover all; Ill bring thee word | 20 |
| Straight how tis like to go. [Exit. | |
| Scar. Swallows have built | |
| In Cleopatras sails their nests; the augurers | |
| Say they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly, | |
| And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony | 25 |
| 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. | |
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Re-enter ANTONY. | |
| Ant. All is lost! | 30 |
| This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me; | |
| My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder | |
| They cast their caps up and carouse together | |
| Like friends long lost. Triple-turnd whore! tis thou | |
| Hast sold me to this novice, and my heart | 35 |
| Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly; | |
| For when I am revengd 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 spanield me at heels, to whom I gave | |
| Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets | |
| On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is barkd, | |
| That overtoppd them all. Betrayd I am. | 45 |
| O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm, | |
| Whose eyes beckd forth my wars, and calld them home, | |
| Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end, | |
| Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose, | |
| Beguild me to the very heart of loss. | 50 |
| What, Eros! Eros! | |
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Enter CLEOPATRA. | |
| Ah! thou spell. Avaunt! | |
| Cleo. Why is my lord enragd against his love? | |
| Ant. Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving, | 55 |
| And blemish Cæsars triumph. Let him take thee, | |
| 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 poorst diminutives, for doits; and let | 60 |
| Patient Octavia plough thy visage up | |
| With her prepared nails. [Exit CLEOPATRA. | |
| Tis well thourt gone, | |
| If it be well to live; but better twere | |
| Thou fellst into my fury, for one death | 65 |
| Might have prevented many. Eros, ho! | |
| The shirt of Nessus is upon me; teach me, | |
| Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage; | |
| Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o the moon; | |
| And with those hands, that graspd the heaviest club, | 70 |
| Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die: | |
| To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall | |
| Under this plot; she dies for t. Eros, ho! [Exit. | |
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