Eno.
Naught, naught, all naught! I can behold no longer:
The Antoniad ^note, the Egyptian admiral,
With all their sixty, fly and turn ^note the rudder:
To see't mine eyes are blasted. Enter Scarus. ^note

Scar.
Gods and goddesses,
All the whole synod of them! ^note

Eno.
What's thy passion? ^note

Scar.
The greater cantle of the world is lost
With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away
Kingdoms and provinces.

Eno.
How appears the fight?

Scar.
On our side like the token'd pestilence,
Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag ^note of Egypt—

Whom leprosy o'ertake!— ^notei' the midst o' the fight,
When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd,
Both as ^note the same, or rather ours the elder,—
The breese ^note upon her, ^note like a cow in June ^note!—
Hoists sails ^note and flies.

Eno.
That I beheld: ^note
Mine eyes did sicken at the sight ^note, and could not
Endure a further view.

Scar.
She once being loof'd ^note,
The noble ruin of her magic, Antony,
Claps on his sea-wing, and ^note like a doting mallard,
Leaving the fight in height, flies after her:
I never saw an action of such shame;
Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before
Did violate so itself.

Eno.
Alack, alack! Enter Canidius.

Can.
Our fortune on the sea is out of breath,
And sinks most lamentably. Had our general
Been what he knew himself, it had gone well:
O, he ^note has given example for our flight
Most grossly by his own!

Eno.
Ay, are you thereabouts?
Why then good night indeed. ^note

Can.
Toward Peloponnesus are they fled.

Scar.
'Tis easy to't; and there I will attend ^note
What further comes. ^note

Can.
To Cæsar will I render
My legions and my horse: six kings already ^note
Show me the way of yielding.

Eno.
I'll yet follow
The wounded chance ^note of Antony, though my reason
Sits in the wind against me. [Exeunt. ^{note note}

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