Ant.
Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon't,
It is asham'd to bear me!—Friends, come hither,

I am so lated in the world^{2 note}

Att.
Fly! not we.

Ant.
I have fled myself; and have instructed cowards
To run, and show their shoulders.—Friends, be gone;
I have myself resolv'd upon a course,
Which has no need of you; be gone^{3 note}
:
My treasure's in the harbour, take it.—O,
I follow'd that I blush to look upon:
My very hairs do mutiny; for the white
Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them
For fear and doting.—Friends, be gone; you shall
Have letters from me to some friends, that will
Sweep your way for you^{4 note}

. Pray you, look not sad,
Nor make replies of loathness: take the hint
Which my despair proclaims; let that be left
Which leaves itself^{5 note}
: to the sea side straightway:
I will possess you of that ship and treasure.
Leave me, I pray, a little: 'pray you now:—
Nay, do so; for, indeed, I have lost command^{6 note}

Therefore I pray you:—I'll see you by and by. [Sits down. Enter Eros, and Cleopatra, led by Charmian and Iras.

Eros.
Nay, gentle madam, to him:—Comfort him.

Iras.
Do, most dear queen.

Char.
Do! Why, what else^{7 note}?

Cleo.
Let me sit down. O Juno!

Ant.
No, no, no, no, no.

Eros.
See you here, sir?

Ant.
O fye, fye, fye.

Char.
Madam,—

Iras.
Madam; O good empress!—

Eros.
Sir, sir,—

Ant.
Yes, my lord, yes;—He, at Philippi, kept
His sword e'en like a dancer^{8 note}

The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas I,
That the mad Brutus ended^{9 note}
: he alone
Dealt on lieutenantry^{1 note}

In the brave squares of war: Yet now—No matter.

Cleo.
Ah, stand by.

Eros.
The queen, my lord, the queen.

Iras.
Go to him, madam, speak to him;
He is unqualitied^{2 note}

Cleo.
Well then,—Sustain me:—O!

Eros.
Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches;
Her head's declin'd, and death will seize her; but
Your comfort^{3 note}

Ant.
I have offended reputation;
A most unnoble swerving.

Eros.
Sir, the queen.

Ant.
O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See,
How I convey my shame^{4 note} out of thine eyes
By looking back on what I have left behind
'Stroy'd in dishonour.

Cleo.
O my lord, my lord!
Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought,
You would have follow'd.

Ant.
Egypt, thou knew'st too well,
My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings^{5 note}

Thy full supremacy^{7 note} thou knew'st; and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
Command me.

Cleo.
O, my pardon.

Ant.
Now I must
To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the shifts of lowness; who
With half the bulk o' the world play'd as I pleas'd,
Making, and marring fortunes. You did know,
How much you were my conqueror; and that
My sword, made weak by my affection, would
Obey it on all cause.

Cleo.
O pardon, pardon.

Ant.
Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates
All that is won and lost: Give me a kiss;
Even this repays me.—We sent our schoolmaster,
Is he come back?—Love, I am full of lead:
Some wine, within^{8 note} there, and our viands:—Fortune knows,
We scorn her most when most she offers blows. [Exeunt.

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