Followed thy heels.

ANTONY

Who’s gone this morning?

SOLDIER

Who? One ever near thee. Call for Enobarbus,

He shall not hear thee, or from Caesar’s camp

Say ‘I am none of thine’.

ANTONY

What sayest thou?

SOLDIER

Sir, he is with Caesar.

EROS (to Antony)

Sir, his chests and treasure

He has not with him.

ANTONY

Is he gone?

SOLDIER

Most certain.

ANTONY

Go, Eros, send his treasure after. Do it.

Detain no jot, I charge thee. Write to him—

I will subscribe—gentle adieus and greetings.

Say that I wish he never find more cause 15

To change a master. O, my fortunes have

Corrupted honest men! Dispatch. Enobarbus!

Exeunt

4.6 Flourish. Enter Agrippa, Caesar, witih Enobarbus and Dolabella

CAESAR

Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight.

Our will is Antony be took alive.

Make it so known.

AGRIPPA

Caesar, I shall.

Exit

CAESAR

The time of universal peace is near.

Prove this a prosp’rous day, the three-nooked world

Shall bear the olive freely.

Enter a Messenger

MESSENGER

Antony

Is come into the field.

CAESAR

Go charge Agrippa

Plant those that have revolted in the van,

That Antony may seem to spend his fury

Upon himself. 10

Exeunt Messenger ⌈at one door⌉, Caesar and Dolabella ⌈at another⌉

ENOBARBUS

Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry on

Affairs of Antony; there did dissuade

Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar

And leave his master, Antony. For this pains,

Caesar hath hanged him. Camidius and the rest 15

That fell away have entertainment but

No honourable trust. I have done ill,

Of which I do accuse myself so sorely

That I will joy no more.

Enter a Soldier of Caesar’s

SOLDIER

Enobarbus, Antony

Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with

His bounty overplus. The messenger

Came on my guard, and at thy tent is now

Unloading of his mules.

ENOBARBUS I give it you.

SOLDIER

Mock not, Enobarbus,

I tell you true. Best you safed the bringer

Out of the host. I must attend mine office,

Or would have done’t myself. Your Emperor

Continues still a Jove.

Exit

ENOBARBUS

I am alone the villain of the earth,

And feel I am so most. O Antony,

Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid

My better service, when my turpitude

Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart.

If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean

Shall outstrike thought; but thought will do‘t, I feel.

I fight against thee? No, I will go seek

Some ditch wherein to die. The foul’st best fits

My latter part of life.

Exit

4.7 Alarum. Enter Agrippa ⌈with drummers and trumpeters⌉

AGRIPPA

Retire! We have engaged our selves too far.

Caesar himself has work, and our oppression

Exceeds what we expected.

Exeunt

4.8 Alarums. Enter Antony, and Scarus wounded

SCARUS

O my brave Emperor, this is fought indeed!

Had we done so at first, we had droven them home

With clouts about their heads.

ANTONY

Thou bleed’st apace.

SCARUS

I had a wound here that was like a T,

But now ’tis made an H.

Retreat sounded far off

ANTONY

They do retire.

SCARUS

We’ll beat ’em into bench-holes. I have yet

Room for six scotches more.

Enter Eros

EROS

They are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves

For a fair victory.

SCARUS

Let us score their backs

And snatch ‘em up as we take hares, behind.

’Tis sport to maul a runner.

ANTONY (to Eros)

I will reward thee

Once for thy sprightly comfort, and tenfold

For thy good valour. Come thee on.

SCARUS

I’ll halt after.

Exeunt

4.9 Alarum. Enter Antony again in a march; drummers and trumpeters; Scarus, with others

ANTONY

We have beat him to his camp. Run one before,

And let the Queen know of our gests.

⌈Exit a soldier⌉

Tomorrow,

Before the sun shall see’s, we’ll spill the blood

That has today escaped. I thank you all,

For doughty-handed are you, and have fought

Not as you served the cause, but as’t had been

Each man’s like mine. You have shown all Hectors.

Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,

Tell them your feats whilst they with joyful tears

Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss

The honoured gashes whole.

Enter Cleopatra

(To Scarus)

Give me thy hand.

To this great fairy I’ll commend thy acts,

Make her thanks bless thee.

(To Cleopatra, embracing her) O’thou day o’th’ world,

Chain mine armed neck; leap thou, attire and all,

Through proof of harness to my heart, and there

Ride on the pants triumphing.

CLEOPATRA

Lord of lords!

O infinite virtue, com’st thou smiling from

The world’s great snare uncaught?

ANTONY

My nightingale,

We have beat them to their beds. What, girl, though

grey