Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedie of Anthonie, and Cleopatra/Act 3 Scene 10

4017563Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910) — The Tragedie of Anthonie, and Cleopatra, Act III: Scene XWilliam Shakespeare
Camidius Marcheth with his Land Army one way ouer the
stage, and Towrus the Lieutenant of Cæsar the other way:
After their going in, is heard the noise of a Sea fight.
Alarum. Enter Enobarbus and Scarus.

Eno.
Naught, naught, al naught, I can behold no longer:
Thantoniad, the Egyptian Admirall,
With all their sixty flye, and turne the Rudder:
To see't, mine eyes are blasted.

Enter Scarrus.

Scar.
Gods, & Goddesses, all the whol synod of them!

Eno.
What's thy passion.

Scar.
The greater Cantle of the world, is lost
With very ignorance, we haue kist away
Kingdomes, and Prouinces.

Eno.
How appeares the Fight?

Scar.
On our side, like the Token'd Pestilence,
Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred Nagge of Egypt,
(Whom Leprosie o're-take) i'th'midst o'th'fight,
When vantage like a payre of Twinnes appear'd
Both as the same, or rather ours the elder;
(The Breeze vpon her) like a Cow in Inne,
Hoists Sailes, and flyes.

Eno.
That I beheld:
Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not
Indure a further view.

Scar.
She once being looft,
The Noble ruine of her Magicke, Anthony,
Claps on his Sea-wing, and (like a doting Mallard)
Leauing the Fight in heighth, flyes after her:
I neuer saw an Action of such shame;
Experience, Man-hood, Honor, ne're before,
Did violate so it selfe.

Enob.
Alacke, alacke.

Enter Camidius.

Cam.
Our Fortune on the Sea is out of breath,
And sinkes most lamentably. Had our Generall
Bin what he knew himselfe, it had gone well:
Oh his ha's giuen example for our flight,
Most grossely by his owne.

Enob.
I, are you thereabouts? Why then goodnight
indeed.

Cam.
Toward Peloponnesus are they fled.

Scar.
'Tis easie toot,
And there I will attend what further comes.

Camid.
To Cæsar will I render
My Legions and my Horse, sixe Kings alreadie
Shew me the way of yeelding.

Eno.
Ile yet follow
The wounded chance of Anthony, though my reason
Sits in the winde against me.