| [CANIDIUS marcheth with his land army one way over the stage; and TAURUS, the lieutenant of OCTAVIUS CAESAR, the other way. After their going in, is heard the noise of a sea-fight] |
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| [Alarum. Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Naught, naught all, naught! I can behold no longer: The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral, With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder: To see't mine eyes are blasted. |
| [Enter SCARUS] | |
| SCARUS | Gods and goddesses, All the whole synod of them! |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | What's thy passion! |
| SCARUS | The greater cantle of the world is lost With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away Kingdoms and provinces. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | How appears the fight? |
| SCARUS | On our side like the token'd pestilence, Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt,-- Whom leprosy o'ertake!--i' the midst o' the fight, When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd, Both as the same, or rather ours the elder, The breese upon her, like a cow in June, Hoists sails and flies. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | That I beheld: Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not Endure a further view. |
| SCARUS | She once being loof'd, The noble ruin of her magic, Antony, Claps on his sea-wing, and, like a doting mallard, Leaving the fight in height, flies after her: I never saw an action of such shame; Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before Did violate so itself. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Alack, alack! |
| [Enter CANIDIUS] | |
| CANIDIUS | Our fortune on the sea is out of breath, And sinks most lamentably. Had our general Been what he knew himself, it had gone well: O, he has given example for our flight, Most grossly, by his own! |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Ay, are you thereabouts? Why, then, good night indeed. |
| CANIDIUS | Toward Peloponnesus are they fled. |
| SCARUS | 'Tis easy to't; and there I will attend What further comes. |
| CANIDIUS | To Caesar will I render My legions and my horse: six kings already Show me the way of yielding. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | I'll yet follow The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason Sits in the wind against me. |
| [Exeunt] |