William Shakespeare (1564–1616). The Oxford Shakespeare. 1914.
Act III. Scene VII.Enter C
Cleo.I will be even with thee, doubt it not.
Eno.But why, why, why?
Cleo.Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars,
And sayst it is not fit.
Eno.Well, is it, is it?
Cleo.If not denounc’d against us, why should not we
Be there in person?
Eno.[Aside.]Well, I could reply:
If we should serve with horse and mares together,
The horse were merely lost; the mares would bear
A soldier and his horse.
Cleo.What is ’t you say?
Eno.Your presence needs must puzzle Antony;
Take from his heart, take from his brain, from’s time,
What should not then be spar’d. He is already
Traduc’d for levity, and ’tis said in Rome
That Photinus a eunuch and your maids
Manage this war.
Cleo.Sink Rome, and their tongues rot
That speak against us! A charge we bear i’ the war,
And, as the president of my kingdom, will
Appear there for a man. Speak not against it;
I will not stay behind.
Eno.Nay, I have done.
Here comes the emperor.
Enter A
Ant.Is it not strange, Canidius,
That from Tarentum and Brundusium
He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea,
And take in Toryne? You have heard on ’t, sweet?
Cleo.Celerity is never more admir’d
Than by the negligent.
Ant.A good rebuke,
Which might have well becom’d the best of men,
To taunt at slackness. Canidius, we
Will fight with him by sea.
Cleo.By sea! What else?
Can.Why will my lord do so?
Ant.For that he dares us to ’t.
Eno.So hath my lord dar’d him to single fight.
Can.Ay, and to wage his battle at Pharsalia,
Where Cæsar fought with Pompey; but these offers,
Which serve not for his vantage, he shakes off;
And so should you.
Eno.Your ships are not well mann’d;
Your mariners are muleters, reapers, people
Ingross’d by swift impress; in Cæsar’s fleet
Are those that often have gainst Pompey fought:
Their ships are yare; yours, heavy. No disgrace
Shall fall you for refusing him at sea,
Being prepar’d for land.
Ant.By sea, by sea.
Eno.Most worthy sir, you therein throw away
The absolute soldiership you have by land;
Distract your army, which doth most consist
Of war-mark’d footmen; leave unexecuted
Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego
The way which promises assurance; and
Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard
From firm security.
Ant.I’ll fight at sea.
Cleo.I have sixty sails, Cæsar none better.
Ant.Our overplus of shipping will we burn;
And with the rest, full-mann’d, from the head of Actium
Beat the approaching Cæsar. But if we fail,
We then can do ’t at land.
Enter a Messenger.
Thy business?
Mess.The news is true, my lord; he is descried;
Cæsar has taken Toryne.
Ant.Can he be there in person? ’tis impossible;
Strange that his power should be. Canidius,
Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land,
And our twelve thousand horse. We’ll to our ship:
Away, my Thetis!
Enter a Soldier.
How now, worthy soldier!
Sold.O noble emperor! do not fight by sea;
Trust not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt
This sword and these my wounds? Let the Egyptians
And the Phœnicians go a-ducking; we
Have used to conquer, standing on the earth,
And fighting foot to foot.
Ant.Well, well: away