Antony, as soon as he perceived that she was going, abandoning every other thought, and impelled by his insane devotedness to her, hastily called up a galley of five banks of oarsmen to pull with all their force after Cleopatra's flying squadron.
Cleopatra, looking back from the deck of her vessel, saw this swift galley pressing on toward her.

She raised a signal at the stern of the vessel which she was in, that Antony might know for which of the fifty flying ships he was to steer.

Guided by the signal, Antony came up to the vessel, and the sailors hoisted him up the side and helped him in.
Cleopatra had, however, disappeared.

Overcome with shame and confusion, she did not dare, it seems, to meet the look of the wretched victim of her arts whom she had now irretrievably ruined.

Antony did not seek her.
He did not speak a word.