_Vent._ Poor!

_Ant._ He has more ways than one;
But he would chuse them all before that one.

_Vent._ He first would chuse an ague, or a fever.

_Ant._ No; it must be an ague, not a fever;
He has not warmth enough to die by that.

_Vent._ Or old age and a bed.

_Ant._ Ay, there's his choice.
He would live, like a lamp, to the last wink,
And crawl upon the utmost verge of life.
O, Hercules! Why should a man like this,
Who dares not trust his fate for one great action,
Be all the care of heaven? Why should he lord it
O'er fourscore thousand men, of whom each one
Is braver than himself?

_Vent._ You conquered for him:
Philippi knows it; there you shared with him
That empire, which your sword made all your own.

_Ant._ Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings
I bore this wren, 'till I was tired with soaring,
And now he mounts above me[1].
Good heavens, is this,--is this the man who braves me?
Who bids my age make way? Drives me before him,
To the world's ridge, and sweeps me off like rubbish?

_Vent._ Sir, we lose time; the troops are mounted all.

_Ant._ Then give the word to march:
I long to leave this prison of a town,
To join thy legions; and, in open field,
Once more to show my face. Lead, my deliverer.

_Enter_ ALEXAS.

_Alex._ Great emperor,
In mighty arms renowned above mankind,
But, in soft pity to the opprest, a god;
This message sends the mournful Cleopatra
To her departing lord.

_Vent._ Smooth sycophant!

_Alex._ A thousand wishes, and ten thousand prayers,
Millions of blessings wait you to the wars;
Millions of sighs and tears she sends you too,
And would have sent
As many dear embraces to your arms,
As many parting kisses to your lips;
But those, she fears, have wearied you already.

_Vent._ [_Aside._] False crocodile!

_Alex._ And yet she begs not now, you would not leave her;
That were a wish too mighty for her hopes,
Too presuming for her low fortune, and your ebbing love;
That were a wish for her more prosperous days,
Her blooming beauty, and your growing kindness.

_Ant._ [_Aside._] Well, I must man it out:--What would the queen?

_Alex._ First, to these noble warriors, who attend
Your daring courage in the chase of fame,--
Too daring, and too dangerous for her quiet,--
She humbly recommends all she holds dear,
All her own cares and fears,--the care of you.

_Vent._ Yes, witness Actium.

_Ant._ Let him speak, Ventidius.

_Alex._ You, when his matchless valour bea