Of us and those that love you. Best of comfort; And ever welcome to us. Welcome, lady. Welcome, dear madam. Each heart in Rome does love and pity you: Only the adulterous Antony, most large In his abominations, turns you off; And gives his potent regiment to a trull, That noises it against us. Is it so, sir? Most certain. Sister, welcome: pray you, Be ever known to patience: my dear'st sister! I will be even with thee, doubt it not. But why, why, why? Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars, And say'st it is not fit. Well, is it, is it? If not denounced against us, why should not we Be there in person? Well, I could reply: If we should serve with horse and mares together, The horse were merely lost; the mares would bear A soldier and his horse. What is't you say? Your presence needs must puzzle Antony; Take from his heart, take from his brain, from's time, What should not then be spared. He is already Traduced for levity; and 'tis said in Rome That Photinus an eunuch and your maids Manage this war. Sink Rome, and their tongues rot That speak against us! A charge we bear i' the war, And, as the president of my kingdom, will Appear there for a man. Speak not against it: I will not stay behind. Nay, I have done. Here comes the emperor. Is it not strange, Canidius, That from Tarentum and Brundusium He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea, And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, sweet? Celerity is never more admired Than by the negligent. A good rebuke, Which might have well becomed the best of men, To taunt at slackness. Canidius, we Will fight with him by sea. By sea! what else? Why will my lord do so? For that he dares us to't. So hath my lord dared him to single fight. Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia. Where Caesar fought with Pompey: but these offers, Which serve not for his vantage, be shakes off; And so should you. Your ships are not well mann'd; Your mariners are muleters, reapers, people Ingross'd by swift impress; in Caesar's fleet Are those that often have 'gainst Pompey fought: Their ships are yare; yours, heavy: no disgrace Shall fall you for refusing him at sea, Being prepared for land. By sea, by sea. Most worthy sir, you therein throw away The absolute soldiership you have by land;