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| SCENE VII. Near Actium. MARK ANTONY's camp. |
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Enter CLEOPATRA and DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
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| CLEOPATRA |
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I will be even with thee, doubt it not.
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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But why, why, why?
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| CLEOPATRA |
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Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars,
And say'st it is not fit.
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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5 Well, is it, is it?
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| CLEOPATRA |
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If not denounced against us, why should not we
Be there in person?
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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(Aside)
Well, I could reply:
If we should serve with horse and mares together,
10 The horse were merely lost; the mares would bear
A soldier and his horse.
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| CLEOPATRA |
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What is't you say?
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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Your presence needs must puzzle Antony;
Take from his heart, take from his brain,
15 from's time,
What should not then be spared. He is already
Traduced for levity; and 'tis said in Rome
That Photinus an eunuch and your maids
Manage this war.
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| CLEOPATRA |
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20 Sink Rome, and their tongues rot
That speak against us! A charge we bear i' the war,
And, as the president of my kingdom, will
Appear there for a man. Speak not against it:
I will not stay behind.
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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25 Nay, I have done.
Here comes the emperor.
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Enter MARK ANTONY and CANIDIUS
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| MARK ANTONY |
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Is it not strange, Canidius,
That from Tarentum and Brundusium
He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea,
30 And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, sweet?
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| CLEOPATRA |
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Celerity is never more admired
Than by the negligent.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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A good rebuke,
Which might have well becomed the best of men,
35 To taunt at slackness. Canidius, we
Will fight with him by sea.
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| CLEOPATRA |
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By sea! what else?
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| CANIDIUS |
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Why will my lord do so?
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| MARK ANTONY |
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For that he dares us to't.
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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40 So hath my lord dared him to single fight.
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| CANIDIUS |
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Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia.
Where Caesar fought with Pompey: but these offers,
Which serve not for his vantage, be shakes off;
And so should you.
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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45 Your ships are not well mann'd;
Your mariners are muleters, 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
50 Shall fall you for refusing him at sea,
Being prepared for land.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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By sea, by sea.
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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Most worthy sir, you therein throw away
The absolute soldiership you have by land;
55 Distract your army, which doth most consist
Of war-mark'd footmen; leave unexecuted
Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego
The way which promises assurance; and
Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard,
60 From firm security.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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I'll fight at sea.
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| CLEOPATRA |
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I have sixty sails, Caesar none better.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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Our overplus of shipping will we burn;
And, with the rest full-mann'd, from the head of Actium
65 Beat the approaching Caesar. But if we fail,
We then can do't at land.
Enter a Messenger
Thy business?
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| Messenger |
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The news is true, my lord; he is descried;
Caesar has taken Toryne.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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70 Can he be there in person? 'tis impossible;
Strange that 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
75 How now, worthy soldier?
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O noble emperor, do not fight by sea;
Trust not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt
This sword and these my wounds? Let the Egyptians
And the Phoenicians go a-ducking; we
80 Have used to conquer, standing on the earth,
And fighting foot to foot.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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Well, well: away!
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Exeunt MARK ANTONY, QUEEN CLEOPATRA, and DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
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| Soldier |
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By Hercules, I think I am i' the right.
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| CANIDIUS |
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Soldier, thou art: but his whole action grows
85 Not in the power on't: so our leader's led,
And we are women's men.
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| Soldier |
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You keep by land
The legions and the horse whole, do you not?
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| CANIDIUS |
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Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius,
90 Publicola, and Caelius, are for sea:
But we keep whole by land. This speed of Caesar's
Carries beyond belief.
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| Soldier |
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While he was yet in Rome,
His power went out in such distractions as
95 Beguiled all spies.
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| CANIDIUS |
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Who's his lieutenant, hear you?
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| Soldier |
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They say, one Taurus.
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| CANIDIUS |
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Well I know the man.
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Enter a Messenger
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| Messenger |
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The emperor calls Canidius.
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| CANIDIUS |
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100 With news the time's with labour, and throes forth,
Each minute, some.
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Exeunt
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