As if a God in hate of mankind had Cleo. I'll give thee, friend, An armour all of gold; it was a King's. Give me thy hand; Bear our hackt targets, like the men that owe them. Had our great palace the capacity To camp this hoft, we would all fup together; That heav'n and earth may ftrike their founds together, [Exeunt. SCENE changes to Cæfar's Camp. Enter a Centry, and his Company. Enobarbus follows. Cent. F we be not reliev'd within this hour, IF We must return to th' Court of Guard; the night Is fhiny, and, they fay, we fhall embattle By th' fecond hour i'th' morn. 1 Watch. This laft day was a fhrewd one to's. Eno. O bear me witness, night! 2 Watch. What man is this? I Watch. Stand close, and list him. Eno. Be witnefs to me, O thou bleffed moon, When men revolted shall upon record and Lusciousness of her Hand; but only to have a Reward of Honour from the Queen for his good Service. I therefore believe, the Poet wrote; Commend unto his Lips thy favouring Hand. Tho' none of the printed Copies countenance this Reading, yet nothing is more common at Prefs than for an / to ufurp the place of an f, and fo vice versa. Bear Bear hateful memory; poor Enobarbus did Cent. Enobarbus ? 3 Watch. Peace; hark further. Eno. O fovereign Miftrefs of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night difpunge 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 Anting, Nobler than my revolt is infamous, Forgive me in thine own particular; I Watch. Let's speak to him. Cent. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæfar. 2 Watch. Let's do fo, but he fleeps. Cent. Swoons rather, for so bad a prayer as his Was never yet for fleep. I Watch. Go we to him. 2 Watch. Awake, Sir, awake, fpeak to us. 1 Watch. Hear you, Sir? Cent. The hand of death has raught him. [Dies. [Drums afar of Hark, how the drums demurely wake the fleepers : 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. SCENE between the two Camps. [Exeunt, Enter Antony, and Scarus, with their Army. Ant.T HEIR preparation is to-day by fea, Scar. For both, my Lord. Ant. I would, they'd fight i'th' fire, or in the air, VOL. VII. H We We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot Shall stay with us. Order for fea is giv'n; put forth the haven: further on, Where their appointment we may best discover, And look on their endeavour. Enter Cæfar, and his Army. [Exeunt. Caf. But being charg'd, we will be ftill by land, And hold our best advantage. [Exeunt. [Alarm afar off, as at a fea-fight. Enter Antony and Scarus. Ant. Yet they are not join'd: Where yond pine ftands, I fhall difcover all, I'll bring thee word ftraight, how 'tis like to go. [Exit. Scar. Swallows have built In Cleopatra's fails their nefts. The Augurs Say, they know not-they cannot tell-look grimly, Antony Is valiant, and dejected; and by ftarts, [Exit. SCENE changes to the Palace in Alexandria. Ant. A Enter Antony. LL's loft! this foul Egyptian hath betray'd My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder Like friends long loft. Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis thou 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 difcandy, melt their sweets On bloffoming Cafar: and this pine is bark'd, That over-topt them all. Betray'd I am. Oh, this falle foul of Egypt! this gay Charm, Whofe eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home, Whose bofom was my Crownet, my chief end, Like a right Gipfy, hath at faft and loose Beguil'd me to the very heart of lofs. What, Eros, Eros! Enter Cleopatra. Ah! thou fpell! avant. Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Love? With her prepared nails. 'Tis well, thou'rt gone; [Exit Cleopatra. If it be well to live. But better 'twere, (30) The Hearts, That pannell'd me at Heels, &c.] Pannelling at Heels muft mean here, following: but where was the Word ever found in fuch a Senfe? Pannel, fignifies but three Things, that I know, in the English Tongue, none of which will fuit with the Allufion here requifite; viz. That Roll, or Schedule of Parchment on which the Names of a Jury are enter'd, which therefore is call'd empannelling; a Pane, or Slip of Wainscott; and a Packfaddle for Beafts of Burden. The Text is corrupt, and Shakespeare must certainly have wrote; That pantler'd me at Heels; i. e. run after me like Footmen, or Pantlers; which Word originally fignified, 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. H 2 Might Might have prevented many. Erós, hoa! Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o'th' Moon, Cleo. Help me, my women! oh, he is more mad Char. To th' Monument, There lock yourself, and fend him word you're dead: The foul and body rive not more in parting, Than Greatness going off. Cleo. To th' Monument: Mardian, go tell him I have flain myself; 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'st me. Eros. Ay, noble Lord. Ant. Sometime, we fee a cloud that's dragonish; A vapour, fometime, 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'ft feen these figns, They are black Vefper's pageants. Eros. Ay, my Lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, ev'n with a thought The Rack diflimns, and makes it indistinct As water is in water. Eros. |