2562He shall not heare thee, or from Caesars Campe,

2563Say I am none of thine.

2564Ant. What sayest thou?

2565Sold. Sir he is with Caesar.

2566Eros. Sir, his Chests and Treasure he has not with him.

2567Ant. Is he gone?

2568Sol. Most certaine.

2569Ant. Go Eros, send his Treasure after, do it,

2570Detaine no iot I charge thee: write to him,

2571(I will subscribe) gentle adieu's, and greetings;

2572Say, that I wish he neuer finde more cause

2573To change a Master. Oh my Fortunes haue

2574Corrupted honest men. Dispatch Enobarbus. Exit

2577Caes. Go forth Agrippa, and begin the fight:

2578Our will is Anthony be tooke aliue:

2579Make it so knowne.

2580Agrip. Caesar, I shall.

2581Caesar. The time of vniuersall peace is neere:

2582Proue this a prosp'rous day, the three nook'd world

2583Shall beare the Oliue freely.

2585Mes. Anthony is come into the Field.

2586Caes. Go charge Agrippa,

2587Plant those that haue reuolted in the Vant,

2588That Anthony may seeme to spend his Fury

2589Vpon himselfe. Exeunt.

2590Enob. Alexas did reuolt, and went to Iewrij on

2591Affaires of Anthony, there did disswade

2592Great Herod to incline himselfe to Caesar,

2593And leaue his Master Anthony. For this paines,

2594Caesar hath hang'd him: Camindius and the rest

2595That fell away, haue entertainment, but

2596No honourable trust: I haue done ill,

2597Of which I do accuse my selfe so forely,

2598That I will ioy no more.

2600Sol. Enobarbus, Anthony

2601Hath after thee sent all thy Treasure, with

2602His Bounty ouer-plus. The Messenger

2603Came on my guard, and at thy Tent is now

2604Vnloading of his Mules.

2605Eno. I giue it you.

2606Sol. Mocke not Enobarbus,

2607I tell you true: Best you saf't the bringer

2608Out of the hoast, I must attend mine Office,

2609Or would haue done't my selfe. Your Emperor

2610Continues still a Ioue. Exit

2611Enob. I am alone the Villaine of the earth,

2612And feele I am so most. Oh Anthony,

2613Thou Mine of Bounty, how would'st thou haue payed

2614My better seruice, when my turpitude

2615Thou dost so Crowne with Gold. This blowes my hart,

2616If swift thought breake it not: a swifter meane

2617Shall out-strike thought, but thought will doo't. I feele

2618I fight against thee: No I will go seeke

2619Some Ditch, wherein to dye: the foul'st best fits

2620My latter part of life. Exit.

2623Agrip Retire, we haue engag'd our selues too farre:

2624Caesar himselfe ha's worke, and our oppression

2625Exceeds what we expected. Exit.

2628Scar. O my braue Emperor, this is fought indeed,

2629Had we done so at first, we had drouen them home

2630With clowts about their heads. Far off.

2631Ant. Thou bleed'st apace.

2632Scar. I had a wound heere that was like a T,

2633But now 'tis made an H.

2634Ant. They do retyre.

2635Scar. Wee'l beat 'em into Bench-holes, I haue yet

2636Roome for six scotches more.

2638Eros. They are beaten Sir, and our aduantage serues

2639For a faire victory.

2640Scar. Let vs score their backes,

2641And snatch 'em vp, as we take Hares behinde,

2642'Tis sport to maul a Runner.

2643Ant. I will reward thee

2644Once for thy sprightly comfort, and ten-fold

2645For thy good valour. Come thee on.

2646Scar. Ile halt after. Exeunt

2649Ant. We haue beate him to his Campe: Runne one

2650Before, & let the Queen know of our guests: to morrow

2651Before the Sun shall see's, wee'l spill the blood

2652That ha's to day escap'd. I thanke you all,

2653For doughty handed are you, and haue fought

2654Not as you seru'd the Cause, but as't had beene

2655Each mans like mine: you haue shewne all Hectors.

2656Enter the Citty, clip your Wiues, your Friends,

2657Tell them your feats, whil'st they with ioyfull teares

2658Wash the congealement from your wounds, and kisse

2659The Honour'd-gashes whole.

2661Giue me thy hand,

2662To this great Faiery, Ile commend thy acts,

2663Make her thankes blesse thee. Oh thou day o'th'world,

2664Chaine mine arm'd necke, leape thou, Attyre and all

2665Through proofe of Harnesse to my heart, and there

2666Ride on the pants triumphing.

2667Cleo. Lord of Lords.

2668Oh infinite Vertue, comm'st thou smiling from

2669The worlds great snare vncaught.

2670Ant. Mine Nightingale,

2671We haue beate them to their Beds.

2672What Gyrle, though gray

2673Do somthing mingle with our yonger brown, yet ha we

2674A Braine that nourishes our Nerues, and can

2675Get gole for gole of youth. Behold this man,

2676Commend vnto his Lippes thy fauouring hand,

2677Kisse it my Warriour: He hath fought to day,

2678As if a God in hate of Mankinde, had

2679Destroyed in such a shape.

2680Cleo. Ile giue thee Friend

2681An Armour all of Gold: it was a Kings.

2682Ant. He has deseru'd it, were it Carbunkled

2683Like holy Phoebus Carre. Giue me thy hand,

2684Through Alexandria make a iolly March,

2685Beare our hackt Targets, like the men that owe them.

2686Had our great Pallace the capacity

2687To Campe this hoast, we all would sup together,

2688And drinke Carowses to the next dayes Fate