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As if a God in hate of mankind had
Cleo. I'll give thee, friend,
Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled
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.
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
1 Watch. This last day was a shrewd one to's.
Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,
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 hateful memory; poor Enobarbus did
Eno. O fovereign Mistress of true melancholy,
[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
I Watch. Go we to 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.
We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot
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.
Scar. Swallows have built
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 we shake hands all come to this ! -- the hearts,
Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Love?
Ant. Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,
[Exit Cleopatra. If it be well to live. But better 'twere, Thou fell’It into my fury; for one death
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,
Might have prevented many. Erós, hoa !
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
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.