A traitor then; a glorious, happy traitor, Ant. Forgive me, soldier; I've been too passionate. Why did'st thou tempt my anger, by discovery Ven. No prince but you Could merit that sincerity I used, Nor durst another man have ventured it: Go on; for I can bear it now. Ven. No more. Ant. Thou darest not trust my passion, but thou may'st. Do with me what thou wilt: Lead me to victory, thou know'st the way. Ant. Pr'ythee, do not curse her, And I will leave her; though, Heaven knows, I love Ven. That's my royal master! And shall we fight? Ant. I warrant thee, old soldier : Thou shalt behold me once again in iron; Ven. O, now, I hear my emperor! in that word Ant. Oh, Cleopatra ! Ven. Again? Ant. I've done. In that last sigh she went. Cæsar shall know what 'tis to force a lover From all he holds most dear. Ven. Methinks you breathe Another soul: your looks are more divine; Ant. O, thou hast fired me! my soul's up in arms, And mans each part about me: once again That noble eagerness of fight has seized me;— That eagerness, with which I darted upward To Cassius' camp: In vain the steepy hill Opposed my way; in vain a war of spears Sung round my head, and planted all my shield; I won the trenches, while my foremost men Lagg'd on the plain below. Ven. Ye gods! ye gods! For such another hour! Ant. Come on, my soldier! Our hearts and arms are still the same. I long [Exeunt. SCENE II. Before Alexandria. CESAR's Camp. Enter CESAR, with AGRIPPA and PROCULEIUS. Cas. Go forth, Agrippa, and urge on the fight; Our will is, Antony be ta'en alive; Make it so known. Agrip. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit AGRIPPA. Cæs. The time of universal peace is near; Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world Shall bear the olive freely. Enter an OFFicer. Offi. Antony is come into the field. Caes. Go, charge Agrippa. Plant those that have revolted in the van, That Antony may seem to spend his fury Upon himself. [Exeunt. Shouts, flourishes, &c. SCENE III. The Gates of Alexandria. Flourish and Shouts from ANTONY's Party. Enter VENTIDIUS. Ven. Ne'er, till this hour, fought I against my will For Antony. Plague on his leave-taking! I thought how her white arms would fold him in, And mar my wholesome counsels. One hope still Remains to part him from this.-[Shouts.]—So! he comes. Enter ANTONY, with his Forces. Ant. This day is ours;-bravely thou fought'st, Ventidius; We have beat him to his camp. Ven. True against odds; But still you draw supplies from one poor town, All at his beck; nations come pouring in, Ant. Nay, nay, Ventidius, No more on this theme, now.-Run one before, Not as you served the cause, but as t'had been Enter the city; clip your wives, your friends; Enter CLEOPATRA, attended. O, thou day o'the world! Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness to my heart, and there Ride on the pants in triumph. Cle. O, infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from The world's great snare, uncaught? Ant. My nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. Behold this man; Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand. Kiss it, my warrior; he hath fought to-day, As if a god, in hate of mankind, had Destroy'd in such a shape. Cle. I'll give thee, friend, An armour all of gold; it was a king's. Ant. He has deserved it, were it carbuncled Like holy Phoebus' car. Ven. I'll none on't;-no; Not all the diamonds of the East can bribe Ventidius from his faith. Ant. Give me thy hand; [To Cleopatra, Through Alexandria make a jovial march; Bear our hack'd targets like the men that own them. To camp this host, we all would drink carouses Make mingle with our rattling tambourines, Applauding our approach. [Exeunt all but ANTONY and VENTIDIUS. Ven. (Pulling ANTONY by the sleeve.) Emperor! Ant. 'Tis the old argument: I pr'ythee spare me. Ven. But this one hearing, Emperor. Ant. Let go My robe, or by my father, Hercules, Ven. By Hercules's father, that's yet greater, I bring you somewhat you would wish to know. Ant. Thou see'st we are observed; attend me here, And I'll return. [Exit. Ven. I'm waning in his favour, yet I love him; I love this man, who runs to meet his ruin; And, sure the gods, like me, are fond of him: His virtues lie so mingled with his faults, As would confound their choice to punish one, And not reward the other. Enter ANTONY. Ant. We can conquer. They look on us at distance, and, like curs, Ven. 'Tis well; and he, Who lost 'em, could have spared ten thousand more. An easier peace, while Cæsar doubts the chance |