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ACT_3|SC_7 |
SCENE VII. |
ANTONY'S camp near Actium |
Enter CLEOPATRA and ENOBARBUS |
CLEOPATRA. I will be even with thee, doubt it not. |
ENOBARBUS. But why, why, |
CLEOPATRA. Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars, |
And say'st it is not fit. |
ENOBARBUS. Well, is it, is it? |
CLEOPATRA. Is't not denounc'd against us? Why should not we |
Be there in person? |
ENOBARBUS. [Aside] Well, I could reply: |
If we should serve with horse and mares together |
The horse were merely lost; the mares would bear |
A soldier and his horse. |
CLEOPATRA. What is't you say? |
ENOBARBUS. Your presence needs must puzzle Antony; |
Take from his heart, take from his brain, from's time, |
What should not then be spar'd. He is already |
Traduc'd for levity; and 'tis said in Rome |
That Photinus an eunuch and your maids |
Manage this war. |
CLEOPATRA. Sink Rome, and their tongues rot |
That speak against us! A charge we bear i' th' war, |
And, as the president of my kingdom, will |
Appear there for a man. Speak not against it; |
I will not stay behind. |
Enter ANTONY and CANIDIUS |
ENOBARBUS. Nay, I have done. |
Here comes the Emperor. |
ANTONY. Is it not strange, Canidius, |
That from Tarentum and Brundusium |
He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea, |
And take in Toryne?- You have heard on't, sweet? |
CLEOPATRA. Celerity is never more admir'd |
Than by the negligent. |
ANTONY. A good rebuke, |
Which might have well becom'd the best of men |
To taunt at slackness. Canidius, we |
Will fight with him by sea. |
CLEOPATRA. By sea! What else? |
CANIDIUS. Why will my lord do so? |
ANTONY. For that he dares us to't. |
ENOBARBUS. So hath my lord dar'd him to single fight. |
CANIDIUS. Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia, |
Where Caesar fought with Pompey. But these offers, |
Which serve not for his vantage, he shakes off; |
And so should you. |
ENOBARBUS. Your ships are not well mann'd; |
Your mariners are muleteers, reapers, people |
Ingross'd by swift impress. In Caesar's fleet |
Are those that often have 'gainst Pompey fought; |
Their ships are yare; yours heavy. No disgrace |
Shall fall you for refusing him at sea, |
Being prepar'd for land. |
ANTONY. By sea, by sea. |
ENOBARBUS. Most worthy sir, you therein throw away |
The absolute soldiership you have by land; |
Distract your army, which doth most consist |
Of war-mark'd footmen; leave unexecuted |
Your own renowned knowledge; quite forgo |
The way which promises assurance; and |
Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard |
From firm security. |
ANTONY. I'll fight at sea. |
CLEOPATRA. I have sixty sails, Caesar none better. |
ANTONY. Our overplus of shipping will we burn, |
And, with the rest full-mann'd, from th' head of Actium |
Beat th' approaching Caesar. But if we fail, |
We then can do't at land. |
Enter a MESSENGER |
Thy business? |
MESSENGER. The news is true, my lord: he is descried; |
Caesar has taken Toryne. |
ANTONY. Can he be there in person? 'Tis impossible- |
Strange that his power should be. Canidius, |
Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land, |
And our twelve thousand horse. We'll to our ship. |
Away, my Thetis! |
Enter a SOLDIER |
How now, worthy soldier? |
SOLDIER. O noble Emperor, do not fight by sea; |
Trust not to rotten planks. Do you misdoubt |
This sword and these my wounds? Let th' Egyptians |
And the Phoenicians go a-ducking; we |
Have us'd to conquer standing on the earth |
And fighting foot to foot. |
ANTONY. Well, well- away. |
Exeunt ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and ENOBARBUS |
SOLDIER. By Hercules, I think I am i' th' right. |
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