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, Enter Captains and Soldiers. Cap. The morn is fair; good-morrow, General! Ant. "Tis well blown, lads. This morning, like the fpirit of a youth And worthy fhameful cheek it were, to ftand Char. Please you to retire to your chamber? [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, 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 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, [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 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. Plant thofe, that have revolted, in the Van, [Exeunt. Eno. Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry on That I will joy no more. Enter a Soldier of Cæfar's. Sold. Enobarbus, Antony Hath after thee fent all thy treasure, with Eno. I give it you. Sold. Mock me not, Enobarbus, I tell you true; best, you see safe't the bringer Or would have done't myself. Your Emperor 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. 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 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 Ant. My nightingale! We've beat them to their beds. What! Girl, though gray Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man, 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 |