Showt. Trumpets Flourish. Enter Captaines, and Souldiers.
Alex. The Morne is faire: Good morrow Generall
All. Good morrow Generall
Ant. "Tis well blowne Lads.
This Morning, like the spirit of a youth That meanes to be of note, begins betimes.
So, so: Come giue me that, this way, well-sed.
Fare thee well Dame, what ere becomes of me, This is a Soldiers kisse: rebukeable, And worthy shamefull checke it were, to stand On more Mechanicke Complement, Ile leaue thee.
Now like a man of Steele, you that will fight, Follow me close, Ile bring you too"t: Adieu.
Exeunt.
Char. Please you retyre to your Chamber?
Cleo. Lead me: He goes forth gallantly: That he and Caesar might Determine this great Warre in single fight; Then Anthony; but now. Well on.
Exeunt.
Trumpets sound. Enter Anthony, and Eros.
Eros. The G.o.ds make this a happy day to Anthony
Ant. Would thou, & those thy scars had once preuaild To make me fight at Land
Eros. Had"st thou done so, The Kings that haue reuolted, and the Soldier That has this morning left thee, would haue still Followed thy heeles
Ant. Whose gone this morning?
Eros. Who? one euer neere thee, call for En.o.barbus, He shall not heare thee, or from Caesars Campe, Say I am none of thine
Ant. What sayest thou?
Sold. Sir he is with Caesar
Eros. Sir, his Chests and Treasure he has not with him
Ant. Is he gone?
Sol. Most certaine
Ant. Go Eros, send his Treasure after, do it, Detaine no iot I charge thee: write to him, (I will subscribe) gentle adieu"s, and greetings; Say, that I wish he neuer finde more cause To change a Master. Oh my Fortunes haue Corrupted honest men. Dispatch En.o.barbus.
Exit
Flourish. Enter Agrippa, Caesar, with En.o.barbus, and Dollabella.
Caes Go forth Agrippa, and begin the fight: Our will is Anthony be tooke aliue: Make it so knowne
Agrip. Caesar, I shall
Caesar. The time of vniuersall peace is neere: Proue this a prosp"rous day, the three nook"d world Shall beare the Oliue freely.
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Anthony is come into the Field
Caes Go charge Agrippa, Plant those that haue reuolted in the Vant, That Anthony may seeme to spend his Fury Vpon himselfe.
Exeunt.
En.o.b. Alexas did reuolt, and went to Iewry on Affaires of Anthony, there did disswade Great Herod to incline himselfe to Caesar, And leaue his Master Anthony. For this paines, Caesar hath hang"d him: Camindius and the rest That fell away, haue entertainment, but No honourable trust: I haue done ill, Of which I do accuse my selfe so sorely, That I will ioy no more.
Enter a Soldier of Caesars.
Sol. En.o.barbus, Anthony Hath after thee sent all thy Treasure, with His Bounty ouer-plus. The Messenger Came on my guard, and at thy Tent is now Vnloading of his Mules
Eno. I giue it you
Sol. Mocke not En.o.barbus, I tell you true: Best you saf"t the bringer Out of the hoast, I must attend mine Office, Or would haue done"t my selfe. Your Emperor Continues still a Ioue.
Exit
En.o.b. I am alone the Villaine of the earth, And feele I am so most. Oh Anthony, Thou Mine of Bounty, how would"st thou haue payed My better seruice, when my turpitude Thou dost so Crowne with Gold. This blowes my hart, If swift thought breake it not: a swifter meane Shall out-strike thought, but thought will doo"t. I feele I fight against thee: No I will go seeke Some Ditch, wherein to dye: the foul"st best fits My latter part of life.
Enter.
Alarum, Drummes and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa.
Agrip. Retire, we haue engag"d our selues too farre: Caesar himselfe ha"s worke, and our oppression Exceeds what we expected.
Enter.
Alarums. Enter Anthony, and Scarrus wounded.
Scar. O my braue Emperor, this is fought indeed, Had we done so at first, we had drouen them home With clowts about their heads.
Far off.
Ant. Thou bleed"st apace
Scar. I had a wound heere that was like a T, But now "tis made an H
Ant. They do retyre
Scar. Wee"l beat "em into Bench-holes, I haue yet Roome for six scotches more
Enter Eros.
Eros. They are beaten Sir, and our aduantage serues For a faire victory
Scar. Let vs score their backes, And s.n.a.t.c.h "em vp, as we take Hares behinde, "Tis sport to maul a Runner