MESSENGER.
The news is true, my lord; he is descried.
Caesar has taken Toryne.
ANTONY.
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?
SOLDIER.
O noble emperor, do not fight by sea.
Trust not to rotten planks. Do you misdoubt
This sword and these my wounds? Let th’ Egyptians
And the Phoenicians go a-ducking. We
Have used to conquer standing on the earth
And fighting foot to foot.
ANTONY.
Well, well, away.
[Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra and Enobarbus.]
SOLDIER.
By Hercules, I think I am i’ th’ right.
CANIDIUS.
Soldier, thou art. But his whole action grows
Not in the power on ’t. So our leader’s led,
And we are women’s men.
SOLDIER.
You keep by land
The legions and the horse whole, do you not?