I will oppose his fate. Our force by land 8 Have knit again, and float, threatning moft fea-like. Where haft thou been, my heart? Doft thou hear, lady?' If from the field I fhould return once more Cleo. That's my brave Lord. Ant. I will be treble-finew'd, hearted, breath'd, Cleo. It is my birth-day; I had thought t' have held it poor: But fince my Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra. Ant. We will yet do well. Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my Lord. Lord Ant. Do fo, we'll fpeak to them, and to night I'll force The wine peep through their fears. Queen; There's fap in't yet. Come on, my The next time I do fight, I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his peftilent feythe. [Exeunt. Eno. Now he'll out-ftare the lightning. To be fu rious, 8 and float,-] This is a modern emendation, perhaps right. The old reading is, -and fleet, 9 Were nice and lucky,-] Nice, for delicate, courtly, flowing in peace. WARBURTON. Nice rather feems to be, just fit for my purpofe, agreeable to my with. So we vulgarly fay of any thing that is done better than was expected, it is nice, Is to be frighted out of fear; and, in that mood, Reftores his heart. When valour preys on reafon, ACT IV. SCENE I. Cæfar's Camp. [Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, and Mecenas, with their army. Cæfar reading a Letter. H CÆSAR. E calls me boy; and chides, as he had power 'He hath many other ways to die: mean time, Mec. Cæfar must think, When one fo great begins to rage, he's hunted I have many other ways to die:] What a reply is this to Antony's challenge? 'tis acknowledging that he should die under the unequal combat; but if we read, He hath many other ways to die: mean time, I laugh at his challenge. In this reading we have poinanand the very repartee of Ca cy, far. Let's hear Plutarch. After I think this emendation de- Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now Cef. Let our best heads Know, that to-morrow the laft of many battles Of those that ferv'd Mark Antony but late, [Exeunt. Ant. Why fhould he not? Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better for tune, He's twenty men to one. Ant. To-morrow, foldier, By fea and land I'll fight: or I will live, Or bathe my dying honour in the blood Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well? Ant. Well faid. Come on. Call forth my houfhold fervants, let's to-night 2 Make boot of] Take advantage of. 3 -take all.] Let the furvivor take all. No compofition, victory or death. Enter Enter Servants. Be bounteous at our meal. Give me thy hand,, And Kings have been your fellows. Cleo. What means this? Eno. [Afide.] 'Tis one of those odd tricks, which forrow shoots Out of the mind. Ant. And thou art honeft too. I wifh, I could be made fo many men; An Antony; that I might do you service, Omnes. The Gods forbid! Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night; Scant not my cups, and make as much of me, As when mine Empire was your fellow too, And fuffer'd my command. Cleo. What does he mean? Eno. To make his followers weep. May be, it is the period of your duty; 5 or if, A mangled fhadow. It may chance, to-morrow 4-one of thofe odd tricks,-] I know not what obfcurity the editors find in this paffage. Trick is here ufed in the fenfe in which it is uttered every day by every mouth elegant and vulgar: yet Sir T. Hanner changes it to freaks, and Dr. Warburton, in his rage of Gallicifm, to traits. 5or if, A mangled fhador.-] Or if you fee me more, you will fee me a mangled fhadow, only the external form of what I was. Tend Tend me to-night two hours, I afk no more, Eno. What mean you, Sir, To give them this difcomfort? Look, they weep. Ant. Ho, ho, ho! Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus! Grace grow, where thofe drops fall! My hearty friends, I fpake t' you for your comfort, did defire Than death and honour. Let's to fupper, come, [Exeunt. 1 Sold. A Court of Guard before the Palace. BR Enter a Company of Soldiers. Rother, good night: to-morrow is the day. 2 Sold. It will determine one way. Fare you well. Heard you of nothing ftrange about the streets? 1 Sold. Nothing. What news? 6 2 Sold. Belike, 'tis but a rumour. Good-night to [They meet with other Soldiers. 2 Sold. Soldiers, have careful watch. 1 Sold. And you. Good-night, good-night, [They place themfelves on every corner of the stage. -onion-ey'd.] I have my eyes as full of tears as if they had been fretted by onions. |