To change a master.-O, my fortunes have
Corrupted honest men!-Despatch.-Enobarbus!

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI. Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria.

Flourish. Enter CESAR, with AGRIPPA, ENOBARBUS, and others.

Cæs. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight.

Our will is, Antony be took alive;

Make it so known.

Agr. Cæsar, I shall.

[Exit AGRIPPA.

Cæs. The time of universal peace is near:

Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nooked world Shall bear the olive freely.1

Enter a Messenger.

Mess.

Antony

Is come into the field.

Cæs.

Go, charge Agrippa,

Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself.

[Exeunt CESAR and his Train.
Eno. Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry,
On affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Cæsar,
And leave his master Antony: for this pains,
Cæsar hath hanged him. Čanidius, and the rest
That fell away, have entertainment, but
No honorable trust. I have done ill,
Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,
That I will joy no more.

1 The following passages illustrate this passage:-
"Come the three corners of the world in arms,

And we shall shock them."

"There is not now a rebel's sword unsheathed,

But peace puts forth her olive

King John.

every where."

King Henry VI. Part II.

Sold.

Enter a Soldier of Cæsar's.

Enobarbus, Antony
Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
His bounty overplus. The messenger
Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now,
Unloading of his mules.

Eno. I give it you.

Sold.

I tell you true.

Mock not, Enobarbus;

Best you safed the bringer

Out of the host; I must attend mine office,
Or would have done't myself. Your emperor
Continues still a Jove.

[Exit Soldier.

Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth,
And feel I am so most. O Antony,

Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid
My better service, when my turpitude

Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows1 my heart :

If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean

Shall outstrike thought; but thought will do't, I feel.
I fight against thee!-No; I will go seek

Some ditch, wherein to die; the foul'st best fits
My latter part of life.

[Exit.

SCENE VII. Field of Battle between the Camps.

Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA and others.

Agr. Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far; Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression2 Exceeds what we expected.

[Exeunt.

Alarum. Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, wounded. Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!

1 "This generosity (says Enobarbus) swells my heart, so that it will quickly break, if thought break it not."

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"Our oppression

overpowered.

means the force by which we are oppressed or

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.

Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes; I have yet 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.

Once for thy sprightly comfort, and tenfold

For thy good valor.

Scar.

I will reward thee

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 guests.2-To-morrow, Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood That has to-day escaped. I thank you all; For doughty-handed are you; and have fought Not as you served the cause, but as it 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

1 The hole in a bench, ad levandum alvum.

2 Antony, after his success, intends to bring his officers to sup with Cleopatra.

Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss The honored gashes whole.-Give me thy hand; [To SCARUS.

Enter CLEOPATRA, attended.

To this great fairy1 I'll commend thy acts,

Make her thanks bless thee.-O thou day o' the world. Chain mine armed neck; leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing.

Cleo.

Lord of lords!

Q infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught?

Ant.

3

My nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? though

gray

Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet

have we

A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can

Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man ;
Commend unto his lips thy favoring hand;—
Kiss it, my warrior.-He hath fought to-day,
As if a god, in hate of mankind, had

Destroyed in such a shape.

Cleo.

I'll give thee, friend,

An armor all of gold; it was a king's.

Ant. He has deserved it, were it carbuncled

Like holy Phoebus' car.-Give me thy hand;

Through Alexandria make a jolly march;

Bear our hacked targets like the men that owe them.5

Had our great palace the capacity

To camp this host, we all would sup together,

And drink carouses to the next day's fate,

1 Fairy, in former times, did not signify only a diminutive, imaginary being, but an enchanter.

2 i. e. armor of proof (harnois, Fr.; arnese, Ital.).

3 i. e. the war.

4 At all plays of barriers, the boundary is called a goal; to win a goal is to be superior in a contest of activity.

5 "With spirit and exultation, such as become the brave warriors that own them."

Which promises royal peril.-Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with our rattling tabourines;1

That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together, Applauding our approach.

[Exeunt.

Sentinels on their post. Enter ENOBARBUS.

1 Sold. If we be not relieved within this hour, We must return to the court of guard. The night Is shiny; and, they say, we shall embattle By the second hour i' the morn.

2 Sold.

A shrewd one to us.

Eno.

This last day was

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 further.

Enobarbus!

Peace;

Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night disponge3 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