Ant.
Their preparation is to day by sea,
We please them not by land.

Scar.
For both, my Lord.

Ant.
I would, they'd fight i'th' fire, or in the air,
We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot

Upon the hills adjoyning to the City
Shall stay with us. Order for sea is given;
They have put forth the haven: further on,
Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavour. [Exeunt. Enter Cæsar, and his Army.

Cæs.
But being charg'd, we will be still by land,
Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force
Is forth to man his Gallies. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage. [Exeunt. [Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight. Enter Antony and Scarus.

Ant.
Yet they are not join'd:
Where yond pine stands, I shall discover all,
I'll bring thee word straight, how 'tis like to go. [Exit.

Scar.
Swallows have built
In Cleopatra's sails their nests. The Augurs
Say, they know not—they cannot tell—look grimly,
And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts,
His fretted fortunes give him hope and fear
Of what he has, and has not. [Exit.

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