A workman in't.

Enter an armed Soldier.

Good-morrow to thee, welcome;

Thou look'st like him, that knows a warlike charge: To business that we love we rise betime,

And go to't with delight.

Sold. A thousand, Sir,

Early though't be, have on their rivetted trim,
And at the port expect you. Shout. Trumpets flourish.

Enter Captains and Soldiers.

Cap. The morn is fair; good-morrow, General!
All. Good-morrow, General!

Ant. "Tis well blown, lads.

This morning, like the fpirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
So, fo; come, give me that, this way- - well faid:
Fare thee well, dame, what e'er becomes of me,
This is a foldier's kits: rebukeable,

And worthy fhameful cheek it were, to ftand
On more mechanick compliment: I'll leave thee
Now, like a man of steel. You, that will fight,
Follow me clofe, I'll bring you to't: adieu.

Char. Please you to retire to your chamber?
Cleo. Lead me :

[Exeunt.

He goes forth gallantly: That he and Cæfar might Determine this great war in fingle fight!

Then, Antony,

but now, well, on.

SCENE changes to a Camp.

[Exeunt.

Trumpets found. Enter Antony, and Eros; a Soldier

Sold. (27)

meeting them.

THE Gods make this a happy day to

Antony!

Ant.

(27) Eros. The Gods make this a happy Day to Antony !] "Tis evident, as Dr. Thirlby likewise conjectur'd, by what Antony imme

diately

Ant. 'Would, thou and those thy fcars had once prevail'd To make me fight at land!

Eros. Hadit thou done fo,

The Kings, that have revolted, and the Soldier,
That has this morning left thee, would have fill
Follow'd thy heels.

Ant. Who's gone this morning?

Eros. Who?

One ever near thee.

Call for Enobarbus,

He fhall not hear thee; or from Cæfar's camp
Say, "I am none of thine."

Ant. What fay'st thou?

Sold. Sir,

He is with Cafar.

Eros. Sir, his chefts and treasure

He has not with him.

Ant. Is he gone?

Sold. Moft certain.

Ant. Go, Eros, fend his treasure after, do it,
Detain no jot, I charge thee: write to him,
I will fubfcribe gentle adieus, and greetings:
Say, that I wish he never find more cause
To change a master. Oh, my fortunes have
Corrupted honeft men! difpatch, my Eros.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Cæfar's Camp.

Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, with Enobarbus, and Dolabella.

O forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:

Caf. Go

Our will is, Antony be took alive;

Make it fo known.

Agr. Cæfar, I fhall.

Caf. The time of universal Peace is near;

Prove this a profp'rous day, the three-nook'd world
Shall bear the olive freely.

diately replies, that this Line fhould not be placed to Eros, but to the Soldier, who, before the Battle of Acium, advis❜d Antony to try his Fate at Land.

Enter

Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. Mark Antony is come into the field.
Caf. Go, charge, Agrippa;

Plant thofe, that have revolted, in the Van,
That Antony may feem to spend his fury
Upon himself.

[Exeunt.

Eno. Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry on
Affairs of Antony; there did perfuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Cæfar,
And leave his master Antony. For this pains,
Cæfar hath hang'd him: Canidius, and the rest,
That fell away, have entertainment, but
No honourable truft: I have done ill,
Of which I do accufe myself fo forely,

That I will joy no more.

Enter a Soldier of Cæfar's.

Sold. Enobarbus, Antony

Hath after thee fent all thy treasure, with
His bounty over-plus. The messenger
Came on my guard, and at thy tent is now
Unloading of his mules.

Eno. I give it you.

Sold. Mock me not, Enobarbus,

I tell you true; best, you see safe't the bringer
Out of the host: I must attend mine office,

Or would have done't myself. Your Emperor
Continues ftill a Jove.

Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth,

And feel, I am so most. O Antony,

[Exit.

Thou Mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid

My better service, when my turpitude

Thou doft fo crown with gold! This bows my heart; If fwift thought break it not, a swifter mean

Shall out-ftrike thought; but thought will do't, I feel. no, I will go feek

I fight against thee!

Some ditch, where I may die; the foul'ft beft fits

My latter part of life.

[Exit.

SCENE,

SCENE, before the Walls of Alexandria.

Alarm. Drums and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa.
Etire, we have engag'd ourselves too far:

Agr. R. Cafar himself has work, and our opprefion

Exceeds what we expected.

[Exit.

Alarm. Enter Antony, and Scarus wounded. Scar. O my brave Emperor! this is fought indeed; Had we done fo at firft, we had droven them home With clouts about their heads.

Ant. Thou bleed'ft apace.

Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T, But now 'tis made an H.

Ant. They do retire.

Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes; I have yet Room for fix fcotches more.

Enter Eros.

Eros. They're beaten, Sir, and our advantage ferves For a fair victory.

Scar. Let us fcore their backs,

And fnatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind;

'Tis fport to maul a runner.

Ant. I will reward thee

Once for thy fprightly comfort, and ten-fold

For thy good valour. Come thee on.

Scar. I'll halt after.

[Exeunt.

Alarm. Enter Antony again in a March, Scarus with

others.

Ant We've beat him to his camp; (28) run one before, And let the Queen know of our Gefts; to-morrow,

run One before,

Before

(28) And let the Queen know of our Guefts.] What Guests was the Queen to know of? Antony was to fight again on the morrow; and he had not yet faid a Word of marching to Alexandria, and

treating

Before the fun fhall fee's, we'll fpill the blood
That has to-day efcap'd. I thank you all;
For doughty-handed are you, and have fought
Not as you ferv'd the caufe, but as't had been
Each man's like mine; you've fhewn yourselves all Hectors.
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats, whilft they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kifs
The honour'd gashes whole. Give me thy hand,

Enter Cleopatra.

To this great Fairy I'll commend thy acts,

[To Scarus.

Make her thanks blefs thee. O thou day o'th' world, Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harnefs, to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing.

Cleo. Lord of Lords!

Oh, infinite virtue! com'ft thou fmiling from
The world's great fnare uncaught?

Ant. My nightingale!

We've beat them to their beds. What! Girl, though gray
Do fomething mingle with our younger brown, yet ha'we
A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can

Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man,
(29) Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand;
Kifs it, my warrior: he hath fought to-day,

As

treating his Officers in the Palace. We muft reftore, as Mr. Warburten likewife prescribes ;

And let the Queen know of our Gefts.

i. e. res gefta; our Feats, our glorious Actions. It is a Term, that frequently occurs in Chaucer; and, after him, in Spencer; did it ceafe to be current for fome time after our Author's Days.

nor

(29) Commend unto his Lips thy favouring Hand.] Antony is here recommending One of his Captains, who had fought valiantly, to Cleopatra; and defires, he may have the Grace of kiffing her Hand. But why, favouring Hand? He did not want his Captain to grow in Love with his Miftrefs, on Account of the Flavour

and