Think, fpeak, caft, write, fing, number, ho! His love to Antony. Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder- Eno. They are his fhards, and he their beetle; fo [Trumpets. Agr. Good fortune, worthy foldier, and farewel. Enter Cæfar, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia. Ant. No farther, Sir. Caf. You take from me a great part of myself: Have lov'd without this mean, if on both parts Caf. I've faid. Ant. You fhall not find, Though you be therein curious, the leaft caufe (17) Let not the Piece of Virtue, which is fet There is no Confonance of Metaphor preferv'd in the Clofe of this Sentence; Love is here prefented under the Image of a Fabrick; and Cement, builded, and the Ram to batter, have all an Agreement with this Image: but what Analogy is there to this, in the Word Fortune? Or what Idea can the Fortune of a Building furnish? I corrected fome years ago, in Print, by Conjecture, Fortress: and, to my Satisfaction, fo foon as I was Mafter of the firft Folio Edition, upon confulting it, I found, I had ftruck out the true Reading. We We will here part. Caf. Farewel, my dearest fifter, fare thee well; Ant. The April's in her eyes: it is love's Spring, Ofta. I'll tell you in your ear. Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue; the fwan's down-feather, That ftands upon the fwell at full of tide, And neither way inclines. Eno. Will Cafar weep? Agr. He has a cloud in's face. Eno. He were the worfe for that, were he a horse; So is he, being a man. Agr. Why, Enobarbus? When Antony found Julius Cæfar dead, He cried almost to roaring; and he wept, When at Philippi he found Brutus flain. Eno. That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum; What willingly he did confound, he wail'd; Believe't, 'till I wept too. (18) Caf. No, fweet Octavia, You fhall hear from me ftill; the time fhall not (18) Believe't, till I weep too.] I have ventur'd to alter the Tenfe of the Verb here, against the Authority of all the Copies. There was no Senfe in it, I think, as it ftood before. Enobarbus would fay, "Indeed, Antony feem'd very free of his Tears that "Year; and believe me, bewail'd all the Mischiefs he did, till "I myself wept too." This appears to me very farcaftical. Antony's Tears, he would infer, were diffembled: but Enobarbus wept in real Compaffion of the Havock and Slaughters committed on his Countrymen, Ant Ant. Come, Sir, come, I'll wrestle with you in my ftrength of love. Caf. Adieu, be happy! Lep. Let all the number of the Stars give light To thy fair way! Caf. Farewel, farewel! Ant. Farewel! [Kiffes Octavia. [Trumpets found. Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Palace in Alexandria, Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. Cleo.Alex. Half afraid to come. HERE is the fellow? Cleo. Go to, go to; come hither, Sir. Enter the Messenger as before. Alex. Good Majefty! Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you, Cleo. That Herod's head I'll have; but how? when Antony is gone, Cleo. Didft thou behold Octavia? Mef. Ay, dread Queen. Cleo. Where? Mef. In Rome, Madam. I look'd her in the face; and saw her led Mef. She is not, Madam. Cleo. Didft hear her speak? is fhe fhrill-tongu'd, or low Mef. Madam, I heard her speak, fhe is low-voic'd. Cleo. That's not fo good; he cannot like her long. Char. Like her? oh Ifis! 'tis impoffible. Cleo Cleo. I think fo, Charmian; dull of tongue and dwarfish. What Majefty is in her gait? remember, Mef. She creeps; Her motion and her station are as one : Cleo. Is this certain ? Mef. Or I have no observance. Char. Three in Ægypt Cannot make better note. Cleo. He's very knowing, I do perceiv't; there's nothing in her yet. Char. Excellent. Cleo. Guefs at her years, I pr'ythee. Cleo. Bear'ft thou her face in mind? it's long, or round? Mef. Round even to faultiness. They're foolish that are fo. Her hair, what colour à As low as fhe would wish it. Cleo. There's gold for thee. Thou must not take my former sharpness ill, Char. A proper man. Cleo. Indeed, he is fo; I repent me much, That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him, This creature's no fuch thing. Char. O, nothing, Madam. Cleo. The man hath feen fome Majefty, and fhould know. Char. Hath he feen Majefty? Ifis elfe defend!. And And ferving you fo long? Cleo. I've one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian: But 'tis no matter, thou shalt bring him to me SCENE charges to Athens. Enter Antony and Octavia. Ant. NAY, nay, Octavia, not only that, [Exeunt. That were excufable, that and thoufands. more Of femblable import, but he hath wag'd New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his Will and read it To publick ear; spoke scantily of me ; When perforce he could not But pay me terms of honour, cold and fickly Octa. Oh, my good Lord, Believe not all; or, if you must believe, If this division chance, ne'er stood between, Praying for both parts: the good Gods will mock me, When I fhall pray, "oh, blefs my Lord and husband!” Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, "Oh, bless my brother!" Husband win, win brother, Prays, and deftroys the prayer; no midway 'Twixt these extreams at all. Ant. Gentle Octavia, Let your best love draw to that point, which feeks I lose myself; better I were not yours, (19) When the best Hint was giv'n him, he o'erlook'd, Or did it from his Teeth] The first Folio reads, not look'd. Dr. Thirlby advis'd the Emendation which I have inferted in the Text. Than |