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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 spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
So, so; come, give me that, --- this way ----Well said:
Fare thee well, dame, what e'er becomes of me,
This is a soldier's kils : rebukeable,
And worthy shameful cheek it were, to stand
On more mechanick compliment: I'll leave thee
Now, like a man of steel. You, that will fight,
Follow me close, I'll bring you to’t: adieu. [Exeunt.

Char. Please you to retire to your chamber ?

Cleo. Lead me :
He goes forth gallantly: That he and Cæfar might
Determine this great war in single fight!
Then, Antony, -

well, on. [Exeunt, SCENE changes to a Camp. Trumpets found. Enter Antony, and Eros; a Soldier

meeting them. Sold. ) HE Gods make this a happy day to Antony !


but now,

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


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

Eros. Hadft thou done so,
The Kings, that have revolted, and the Soldier,
That has this morning left thee, would have full
Follow'd thy heels.

Ant. Who's gone this morning ?

Eros. Who?
One ever near thee. Call for Enobarbus,
He shall not hear thee; or from Cæfar's camp
Say, “ I am none of thine."

Ant. What say’lt thou :

Sold. Sir,
He is with Cajar.

Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure
He has not with him.

Ant. Is he gone?
Sold. Most certain.

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


SCENE changes to Cæsar's Camp. Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, with Enobarbus, and Dolabella.

O forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:

Our will is, Antony be took alive; Make it so known.

Agr. Cefar, I shall.

Cæs. The time of universal Peace is near; Prove this a prosp?rous day, the three-nook'd world Shall bear the olive freely.

diately replies, that this Line should not be placed to Eros, but to the soldier, who, before the Battle of Actium, advis'd Antony to try his Fate at Land,


Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Mark Antony is come into the field.
Cal Go, charge, Agrippa;
Plant those, that have revolted, in the Van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself.

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

Enter a Soldier of Cæsar'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 hoft: I must attend mine office,
Or would have done't myself. Your Emperor
Continues still a Jove.

Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth,
And feel, I am so moft. O Antony,
Thou Mine of bounty, how wouldīt thou have paid
My better service, when my turpitude
Thou dost so crown with gold! This bows my heart;
'If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean
Shall out-strike thought; but thought will do't, I feel.
I fight against thee! no, I will go seek
Some ditch, where I may die; the fouilt best fits
My latter part of life.


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SCEN E, before the Walls of Alexandria.
Alarm. Drums and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa.

Etire, we have engag'd ourselves too far:

Casar himself has work, and our oppreßion
Exceeds what we expected.

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

Ant. Thou bleed'it 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 six scotches more.

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

Scar. Let us score their backs,
And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind;
'Tis sport to maula runner.

Ant. I will reward thee
Once for thy sprightly comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.

Scar. I'll halt after.


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 Gests; to-morrow,



run One before, And let the Queen know of our Guests.] What Guesis 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

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Not as you

Before the sun shall fee's, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all ;
For doughty-handed are you, and have fought

serv'd the cause, but as't had been
Each man's like mine; you've shewn yourselves all Hectors.
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats, whilst they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honour'd gashes whole. Give me thy hand,

[To Searus. Enter Cleopatra.

To this great Fairy I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee. Othou day o'th' world,
Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness, to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.

Cleo. Lord of Lords !
Oh, infinite virtue! com't thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught?

Ant. My nightingale !
We've beat them to their beds. What !Girl, though gray
Do something 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;
Kiss it, my warrior : he hath fought to-day,


treating his Officers in the Palace. We muft restore, as Mr. Warburten likewise prescribes;

And let the Queen know of our Gests. i. e. res gefta ; our Feats, our. glorious Actions. It is a Term, that frequently occurs in Chaucer; and, after him, in Spencer ; nor did it cease to be current for some time after our Author's Days.

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


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