As if a God in hate of mankind had
Destroyed in such a shape.

Cleo. I'll give thee, friend,
An armour all of gold; it was a King's.

Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phæbus' Car. Give me thy hand;
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;

hackt targets, like the men that owe them. Had our great palace the capacity To camp this hoft

, we would all fup together; And drink carowses to the next day's fate, Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters, With brazen din blaft you the city's ear, Make mingle with our ratling tabourines, That heav'n and earth may itrike their sounds together, Applauding our approach.

[Exeunt.

Bear our

SCENE changes to Cæsar's Camp.

Enter a Centry, and his Company. Enobarbus follows. Cent. F we be not reliev'd within this hour,

We must return to th' Court of Guard; the

night
Is shiny, and, they say, we shall embattle
By th’second hour i'th' morn.

1 Watch. This last day was a shrewd one to's.
Eno. O bear me witness, night!
2 Watch. What man is this?
i Watch. Stand close, and list him.

Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,
When men revolted shall upon record

and Lusciousness of her Hand; but only to have a Reward of Itonour from the Queen for his good Service. I therefore believe; the Poet wrote;

Commend unto bis Lips thy favouring Hand. Tho' none of the printed Copies countenance this Reading, yet nothing is more common at Press than for an s to usurp the place o anf, and so vice versa.

Bear

Bear hateful memory; poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent.

Cent. Enobarbus?
3 Watch. Peace ; hark further.

Eno. O fovereign Mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night dispunge upon me,
That life, a very rebel to my will,
May hang no longer on me.' Throw my heart
Against the flint and hardness of my fault,
Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,
And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony',
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
Forgive me in thine own particular ;
But let the world rank me in register
A master-leaver, and a fugitive :
Oh Antony ! oh Antony !

[Dies. I Watch. Let's speak to him.

Cent. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæjar.

ż Watch. Let's do so, but he sleeps.

Cent. Swoons rather, for so bad a prayer as his
Was never yet for sleep.

I Watch. Go we to him.
2 Watch. Awake, Sir, awake, speak to us.
i Watch. Hear you, Sir ?
Cent. The hand of death has raught him.

[Drums afar 21 Hark, how the drums demurely wake the sleepers: Let's bear him to the Court of Guard ; he is of note. Our hour is fully out. 2 Watch. Come on then, he may recover yet.

[Exeunt, SCENE between the two Camps.

Enter Antony, and Scarus, with their Arm. Ant.

HEIR preparation is to-day by fea,

We please them not by land. Scar. For both, my Lord. Ant. I would, they'd fight i'th' fire, or in the air, Vol. VII.

H

We

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We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot
Upon the hills adjoining to the City
Shall stay with us. Order for sea is giv'n;
They have

put

forth the haven: further on, Where their appointment we may best discover, And look on their endeavour.

[Exeunt. Enter Cæsar, and his Army. Cæf. But being charg'd, we will be still by land, Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force Is forth to man his Gallies. To the vales, And hold our best advantage.

Exeunt. [Alarm afar of, as at a sea-fight.

Enter Antony and Scarus.
Ant. Yet they are not join'd:
Where yond pine stands, I shall discover all,
I'll bring thee word straight, how 'tis like to go. [Exit.

Scar. Swallows have built
In Cleopatra's fails their neits. The Augurs
Say, they know not--they cannot tell-look grimly,
And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
Is valiant, and dejected; and by starts,
His fretted fortunes give him hope and fear
Of what he has, and has not.

(Exit.

A

SCENE changes to the Palace in Alexandria.

Enter Antony. Ant. L L’s loft! this foul Ægyptian hath betray'd

me! My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder They cast their caps up, and carouse together Like friends long loft. Triple-turn'd whore ! 'tis thou Hast sold me to this Novice, and my heart Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly: For when I ain reveng’d upon my Charm, I have done all. Bid them all fly, be gone. Oh, Sun, thy uprise shall I see no more: Fortune and Antony part here, even here

Do

Do we shake hands all come to this ! -- the hearts,
(30) That pantler'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Cæfar: and this pine is bark'd,
That over-topt them all. Betray'd I am.
Oh, this falle foul of Egypt! this gay Charm,
Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call’d them home,
Whose bosom was my Crownet, my chief end,
Like a right Gipsy, hath at fast and loose
Beguild me to the very heart of loss.
What, Eros, Eros!

Enter Cleopatra.
Ah! thou spell! avant.

Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Love?

Ant. Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,
And blemish Cæjar's Triumph. Let him take thee,
And hoist thee up to the shouting Plebeians ;
Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
Of all thy sex. Most monster-like, be shewn
For poor'it diminutives, for dolts; and let
Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
With her prepared nails. 'Tis well, thou’rt gone;

[Exit Cleopatra. If it be well to live. But better 'twere, Thou fell’It into my fury; for one death

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The Hearts, That pannell?d me at Heels, &c.] Pannelling at Heels must mean here, following : but where was the Word ever found in such a Sense? Pannel, lignifies but three Things, that I know, in the English Tongue, none of which will suit with the Allusion here requifite; viz, That Roll, or Schedule of Parchment on which the Names of a Jury are enter'd, which therefore is callid empannelling; a Pane, or Slip of Wainscott; and a Packfaddle for Beasts of Burden. The Text is corrupt, and Shakespeare must certainly have wrote ;

That pantier'd me at Heels; i. e. run after me like Footmen, or Pantlers; which Word originally signified, the Servants who have the Care of the Bread. But is used by our Poet for a menial Servant in general, as well as in its native Acceptation,

Mr. Warburton.

Might

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Might have prevented many. Erós, hoa !
The shirt of Nessus is upon me; teach me,
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage.
Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o'th' Moon,
And with those hands that graspt the heaviest club,
Subdue my worthiest felf. The Witch shall die ;
To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
Under his plot: she dies for't. Eros, hoa !

[Exit.

Re-enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian, Cleo. Help me, my women! oh, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly Was never so imboft.

Char. To th' Monument, There lock yourself, and send him word you're dead : The soul and body rive not more in parting, Than Greatness going off.

Cleo. To th' Monument : Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself; Say, that the last I spoke was Antony ; And word it, pr’ythee, piteously. Hence, Mardian, And bring me how he takes my death. To th' Monument.

[Exeunt. Re-enter Antony, and Eros. Ant. Eros, thou

yet

behold'ft me. Eros. Ay, noble Lord.

Ant. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish; A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air. Thou'st seen these signs, They are black Vesper's pageants.

Eros. Ay, my Lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, ev'n with a thought The Rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct As water is in water.

Eros.