Scene X.Between the two Camps.
Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, with Forces,
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' the fire or i' the
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,
Where their appointment we may best discover
And look on their endeavour. [Exeunt.
Enter CÆSAR, and his Forces, marching.
Cæs. But being charg'd, we will be still by
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! [Exeunt.
Re-enter ANTONY and SCARUS.
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. [Exit.
Scar. Swallows have built
In Cleopatra's sails their nests; the augurers
Say they know not, they cannot tell; look
And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
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.
Ant. All is lost!
This foul Egyptian hath betray'd me;
My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder
They cast their caps up and carouse together
Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd whore!
Hast sold me to this novice, and my heart
Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;
For when I am reveng'd upon my charm,
I have done all. Bid them all fly; be gone.
O sun! thy uprise shall I see no more;
fortune and Antony part here; even here
Do we shake hands. All come to this? The
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Cæsar; and this pine is bark'd,
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am.
O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,
Whose eyes beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them
Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,
Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss.
What, Eros! Eros!
Ah! thou spell. Avaunt!
Cleo. Why is my lord enrag'd against his
Ant. Vanish, or I shall give thee thy de-
And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take
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 poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let
Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
With her prepared naila. [Exit CLEOPATRA.
'Tis well thou'rt gone,
If it be well to live; but better 'twere
Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
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 grasp'd the heaviest
Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die:
To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and
Under this plot; she dies for't. Eros, ho!