1    Naught, naught all, naught! I can behold no longer:
2    The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral,
3    With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder:
4    To see't mine eyes are blasted.

5    Gods and goddesses,
6    All the whole synod of them!

7    What's thy passion!

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

11   How appears the fight?

12   On our side like the token'd pestilence,
13   Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt,--
14   Whom leprosy o'ertake!--i' the midst o' the fight,
15   When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd,
16   Both as the same, or rather ours the elder,
17   The breese upon her, like a cow in June,
18   Hoists sails and flies.

19   That I beheld:
20   Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not
21   Endure a further view.

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

29   Alack, alack!

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

35   Ay, are you thereabouts?
36   Why, then, good night indeed.

37   Toward Peloponnesus are they fled.

38   'Tis easy to't; and there I will attend
39   What further comes.

40   To Caesar will I render
41   My legions and my horse: six kings already
42   Show me the way of yielding.

43   I'll yet follow
44   The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason
45   Sits in the wind against me.