Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon’t.

It is ashamed to bear me. Friends, come hither.

I am so lated in the world that I

Have lost my way for ever. I have a ship

Laden with gold. Take that, divide it. Fly,

And make your peace with Caesar.

Fly? Not we.

I have fled myself, and have instructed cowards

To run and show their shoulders. Friends, be gone.

I have myself resolved upon a course

Which has no need of you. Be gone.

My treasure’s in the harbour. Take it. O,

I followed that I blush to look upon.

My very hairs do mutiny, for the white

Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them

For fear and doting. Friends, be gone. You shall

Have letters from me to some friends that will

Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad,

Nor make replies of loathness. Take the hint

Which my despair proclaims. Let that be left

Which leaves itself. To the sea-side straightway.

I will possess you of that ship and treasure.

Leave me, I pray, a little—pray you, now,

Nay, do so; for indeed I have lost command.

Therefore I pray you. I’ll see you by and by.

Nay, gentle madam, to him! Comfort him.

Do, most dear queen.

Do! Why, what else?

Let me sit down. O Juno!

No, no, no, no, no.

See you here, sir?

O, fie, fie, fie!

Madam.

Madam, O good empress!

Sir, sir!

Yes, my lord, yes. He at Philippi kept

His sword e’en like a dancer, while I struck

The lean and wrinkled Cassius, and ’twas I

That the mad Brutus ended. He alone

Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had

In the brave squares of war. Yet now—no matter.

Ah, stand by.

The Queen, my lord, the Queen!

Go to him, madam; speak to him.

He is unqualitied with very shame.

Well then, sustain me. O!

Most noble sir, arise. The Queen approaches.

Her head’s declined, and death will seize her but

Your comfort makes the rescue.

I have offended reputation,

A most unnoble swerving.

Sir, the Queen.

O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See

How I convey my shame out of thine eyes

By looking back what I have left behind

’Stroyed in dishonour.

O my lord, my lord,

Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought

You would have followed.

Egypt, thou knew’st too well

My heart was to thy rudder tied by th’ strings,

And thou shouldst tow me after. O’er my spirit

Thy full supremacy thou knew’st, and that

Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods

Command me.

O, my pardon!

Now I must

To the young man send humble treaties, dodge

And palter in the shifts of lowness, who

With half the bulk o’ th’ world played as I pleased,

Making and marring fortunes. You did know

How much you were my conqueror, and that

My sword, made weak by my affection, would

Obey it on all cause.

Pardon, pardon!

Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates

All that is won and lost. Give me a kiss.

Even this repays me.

We sent our schoolmaster. Is he come back?

Love, I am full of lead. Some wine

Within there, and our viands! Fortune knows

We scorn her most when most she offers blows.