The Tragedy Of Antony And Cleopatra

1 Canidius marching with his land army one way over the stage, and
2 Taurus, the Lieutenant of Caesar, with his Army, the other way. After
3 their going in, is heard the noise of a sea fight.
4 Alarum. Enter Enobarbus.
5 ENOBARBUS.
6 Naught, naught, all naught! I can behold no longer.
7 Th’ Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral,
8 With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder.
9 To see ’t mine eyes are blasted.
10 Enter Scarus.
11 SCARUS.
12 Gods and goddesses,
13 All the whole synod of them!
14 ENOBARBUS.
15 What’s thy passion?
16 SCARUS.
17 The greater cantle of the world is lost
18 With very ignorance. We have kissed away
19 Kingdoms and provinces.
20 ENOBARBUS.
21 How appears the fight?
22 SCARUS.
23 On our side, like the tokened pestilence,
24 Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt,
25 Whom leprosy o’ertake, i’ th’ midst o’ th’ fight,
26 When vantage like a pair of twins appeared,
27 Both as the same—or, rather, ours the elder—
28 The breeze upon her, like a cow in June,
29 Hoists sails and flies.
30 ENOBARBUS.
31 That I beheld.
32 Mine eyes did sicken at the sight and could not
33 Endure a further view.
34 SCARUS.
35 She once being loofed,
36 The noble ruin of her magic, Antony,
37 Claps on his sea-wing and, like a doting mallard,
38 Leaving the fight in height, flies after her.
39 I never saw an action of such shame.
40 Experience, manhood, honour, ne’er before
41 Did violate so itself.
42 ENOBARBUS.
43 Alack, alack!
44 Enter Canidius.
45 CANIDIUS.
46 Our fortune on the sea is out of breath
47 And sinks most lamentably. Had our general
48 Been what he knew himself, it had gone well.
49 O, he has given example for our flight
50 Most grossly by his own!
51 ENOBARBUS.
52 Ay, are you thereabouts?
53 Why, then, good night indeed.
54 CANIDIUS.
55 Toward Peloponnesus are they fled.
56 SCARUS.
57 ’Tis easy to’t, and there I will attend
58 What further comes.
59 CANIDIUS.
60 To Caesar will I render
61 My legions and my horse. Six kings already
62 Show me the way of yielding.
63 ENOBARBUS.
64 I’ll yet follow
65 The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason
66 Sits in the wind against me.
67 [_Exeunt._]