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Antony and Cleopatra

William Shakespeare, c. 1606

Act IIIScene VII

Antony’s Camp near the Promontory of Actium

Enter Cleopatra and Enobarbus.

Cleopatra

I will be even with thee, doubt it not.

Enobarbus

But why, why, why?

Cleopatra

Thou hast forspoke my being in these warsAnd say’st it is not fit.

Enobarbus

Well, is it, is it?

Cleopatra

Is ’t not denounced against us? Why should not weBe there in person?

Enobarbus

Well, I could reply:If we should serve with horse and mares together,The horse were merely lost. The mares would bearA soldier and his horse.

Cleopatra

What is’t you say?

Enobarbus

Your presence needs must puzzle Antony,Take from his heart, take from his brain, from ’s time,What should not then be spared. He is alreadyTraduced for levity, and ’tis said in RomeThat Photinus, an eunuch, and your maidsManage this war.

Cleopatra

Sink Rome, and their tongues rotThat speak against us! A charge we bear i’ th’ war,And, as the president of my kingdom, willAppear there for a man. Speak not against it.I will not stay behind.

Enter Antony and Canidius.

Enobarbus

Nay, I have done.Here comes the Emperor.

Antony

Is it not strange, Canidius,That from Tarentum and BrundusiumHe could so quickly cut the Ionian seaAnd take in Toryne?—You have heard on ’t, sweet?

Cleopatra

Celerity is never more admiredThan by the negligent.

Antony

A good rebuke,Which might have well becomed the best of menTo taunt at slackness.—Canidius, weWill fight with him by sea.

Cleopatra

By sea, what else?

Canidius

Why will my lord do so?

Antony

For that he dares us to ’t.

Enobarbus

So hath my lord dared him to single fight.

Canidius

Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia,Where Caesar fought with Pompey. But these offers,Which serve not for his vantage, he shakes off,And so should you.

Enobarbus

Your ships are not well manned,Your mariners are muleteers, reapers, peopleEngrossed by swift impress. In Caesar’s fleetAre those that often have ’gainst Pompey fought.Their ships are yare, yours heavy. No disgraceShall fall you for refusing him at sea,Being prepared for land.

Antony

By sea, by sea.

Enobarbus

Most worthy sir, you therein throw awayThe absolute soldiership you have by land;Distract your army, which doth most consistOf war-marked footmen; leave unexecutedYour own renowned knowledge; quite forgoThe way which promises assurance; andGive up yourself merely to chance and hazardFrom firm security.

Antony

I’ll fight at sea.

Cleopatra

I have sixty sails, Caesar none better.

Antony

Our overplus of shipping will we burn,And with the rest full-manned, from th’ head of ActiumBeat th’ approaching Caesar. But if we fail,We then can do ’t at land.

Enter a Messenger.

Thy business?

Messenger

The news is true, my lord; he is descried.Caesar has taken Toryne.

Antony

Can he be there in person? ’Tis impossible;Strange that his 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.

How now, worthy soldier?

Soldier

O noble emperor, do not fight by sea.Trust not to rotten planks. Do you misdoubtThis sword and these my wounds? Let th’ EgyptiansAnd the Phoenicians go a-ducking. WeHave used to conquer standing on the earthAnd fighting foot to foot.

Antony

Well, well, away.

Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra and Enobarbus.

Soldier

By Hercules, I think I am i’ th’ right.

Canidius

Soldier, thou art. But his whole action growsNot in the power on ’t. So our leader’s led,And we are women’s men.

Soldier

You keep by landThe legions and the horse whole, do you not?

Canidius

Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius,Publicola, and Caelius are for sea,But we keep whole by land. This speed of Caesar’sCarries beyond belief.

Soldier

While he was yet in Rome,His power went out in such distractions asBeguiled all spies.

Canidius

Who’s his lieutenant, hear you?

Soldier

They say one Taurus.

Canidius

Well I know the man.

Enter a Messenger.

Messenger

The Emperor calls Canidius.

Canidius

With news the time’s with labour, and throes forthEach minute some.

Exeunt.