Canidius marcheth with his land army one way over the stage; and Taurus, the lieutenant of Octavius Caesar, the other way. After their going in, is heard the noise of a sea-fight
Alarum. Enter Domitius Enobarbus
Naught, naught all, naught! I can behold no longer: The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral, With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder: To see't mine eyes are blasted.
The greater cantle of the world is lost With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away Kingdoms and provinces.
On our side like the token'd pestilence, Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt,— Whom leprosy o'ertake!—i' the midst o' the fight, When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd, Both as the same, or rather ours the elder, The breese upon her, like a cow in June, Hoists sails and flies.
That I beheld: Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not Endure a further view.
She once being loof'd, The noble ruin of her magic, Antony, Claps on his sea-wing, and, 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.
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 has given example for our flight, Most grossly, by his own!
To Caesar will I render My legions and my horse: six kings already Show me the way of yielding.
I'll yet follow The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason Sits in the wind against me.