Cleo. No more but in a woman, and command Ere death dare come to us? how do you, women? And make death proud to take us. Come away, [Exeunt, bearing off Antony's body. ACT V. SCENE I. Cæfar's Camp. 3 Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Mecænas, Gallus, and Train. CÆSAR. 10 to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; G Being He mocks the paufes that he makes. 4 Dol. Cæfar, I fhall. 3 Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, and MENAS.] But Menas and Menecrates, we may remember, were the two famous pirates link'd with Sextus Pompeius, and who affifted him to infeft the Ita lian coaft, We no where learn, exprefly in the Play, that Menas ever attach'd himself to Octavius's party. Notwithstanding the old folios concur in marking the entrance thus, yet in the two places in the scene, where this character is made to fpeak, they have mark'd in the margin, MEC. fo that, as Dr. Thirlby fagacioufly conjectur'd, we muft cafhier Menas, and fubftitute Mecanas in his room. Menas, indeed, deferted to Cæfar no less than twice, and was preferr'd by him. But then we are to confider, Alexandria was taken, and Antony kill'd [Exit Dolabella. 4 Dol. Cæfar, Isball.] I make no doubt, but it fhould be mark'd here, that Dolabella goes out. 'Tis reafonable to imagine, he fhould prefently depart, upon Cafar's command; fo that the fpeeches, placed to him in the fequel of this fcene, must be tranfferr'd to Agrippa, or he is introduced as a mute. Befides, that Dolabella fhould be gone out, appears from this, that when Cafar afks for him, he recollects that he had fent him on business. Q 4 THEOBALD. Enter Enter Dercetas, with the fword of Antony. Caf. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that dar'ft Appear thus to us? Der. I am call'd Dercetas; Mark Antony I ferv'd, who best was worthy To spend upon his haters. If thou please Caf. What is 't thou fay'ft? Der. I fay, oh, Cafar, Antony is dead. Caf. The breaking of fo great a thing should make A greater crack. fhook 5 The round world fhould have Lions into civil ftreets, and citizens Der. He is dead, Cafar, Not by a publick minifter of justice, Nor by a hired knife; but that felf hand, Which writ his honour in the acts it did, Hath with the courage, which the heart did lend it, I robb'd his wound of it: behold it ftain'd Caf. Look you fad, friends : but it is tidings The Gods rebuke me, That nature must compel us to lament Our most perfifted deeds. Mec. His taints and honours ? Waged equal in him. Agr. A rarer fpirit never Did steer humanity; but you Gods will give us Caf. O Antony! I've follow'd thee to this-but we do lance 8 Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends,- 6 —but it is tidings But, again, for if not. waged, the modern editions have weigh'd. 8 hould have divided Our equalnefs to this.-] That is, fhould have made us, in our equality of fortune, difagree to a pitch like this, that one of us For muft die. Enter Enter an Ægyptian. The business of this man looks out of him, Confin'd in all fhe has, her monument, Caf. Bid her have good heart; She foon fhall know of us, by fome of ours, Egypt. So the Gods preferve thee! Caf. Come hither, Proculeius; go, and say, [Exit. We purpose her no fhame; give her what comforts Left in her greatness by fome mortal stroke I She do defeat us: for her life in Rome Would be eternal in our triumph. Go, And with your fpeedieft bring us what she says, And how you find of her. Pro. Cefar, I fhall. [Exit Proculeius, [Exit Gallus. Caf. Gallus, go you along.- -Where's Dolabella, To fecond Proculeius? All. Dolabella! Caf. Let him alone; for I remember now, |