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Help, Charmian; help, Iras, help; help, friends,
Cleo. So it should be, 'that none but Antony
Ant. I am dying, Ægypt, dying ; only yet (31) I here importune death a while, untili Of many thousand kisses the
Cleo. I dare not,
(31) I bere importune Death a while, untill
of many thousand Kisses the poor last
I lay upon tby Lips.
Dear my Lord, pardon; I dare not,
Left I be taken.) What curious hobbling Verfification do we encounter here in the last Line but one? Besides, how inconsistently is the Lady made to reply! Antony says, he only holds Life, till he can give her one last Kiss : and the cries, the dares not : What dares the not do? kiss Antony? But how fhould the ? the was above lock'd in her Monument; and he below, on the Outside of it. With a very night Addition, I think, I can core the whole; and have a Warrant from Plutarch for it into the Bargain. Now Plutarch says that “ Antony was carry'd in his Men's Arms « into the Entry of the Monument: Notwithftanding, Cleopatra would “ not open the Gates, but came to the high Windows, and cast out certain « Chains and Ropes, &c." -So that Antony might very reasona ably desire her to come down ; and the as reasonably excuse herself, for fear of being in nared by Cæfar.
Ant. Oh, quick, or I am gone,
[They draw Antony up to Cleopatra,
All. O heavy fight!
Cleo. No, let me speak, and let me rail so high,
Ant. One word, fweet Queen.
Cleo. They do not go together.
Ant. Gentle, hear me ;
Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust;
Ant. The miserable change, now at my end,
-woo't die ?
The foldier's pole is fall’n : young boys and girls
Cleo. No more but a meer woman, and commanded By such poor paffion as the maid that milks, And does the meaneft chares ! It were for me To throw my scepter at th' injurious Gods; To tell them, that this world did cqual theirs, 'Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but naught: Patience is fottish, and impatience does Become a dog that's mad : Then is it fin, To rush into the secret house of death, Ere death dare come to us? how do you, women? What, what, good cheer! why, how now, Charmian ? My noble girls ? -ah, women, women! look, Our lamp is spent, it's out-good Sirs, take heart, We'll bury him : and then what's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make death proud to take us. This case of that huge spirit now is cold. Ah, women, women! come, we have no friend But resolution, and the briefest end.
[Exeunt, bearing off Antony's body.
(32) Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Mecànas,
Gallus, and Train.
CÆ S A R.
O to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
Being so frustrate, tell him,
(32) Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, Dolabella, and MENAS.) But Menas and Menecrates, we may remember, were the two famous Pirates link'd with Sextus Pompeius, and who affifted him to infest the Italian Coast. We no where learn, expresly in the Play, that Menas ever attach'd himself to Octavius's Party. Notwithstanding the old Folio's concur in marking the Entrance thus, yet in the two places in the Scene, where this Character is made to speak, they have mark'd in the Margin, Mec. fo that, as Dr. Ibirlby sagaciously conjectur’d, we must cashier Menas, and fubftitute Mea canas in his Room. Menas, indeed, deserted to Casar no less than twice, and was preferr’d by him. But then we are to confider, Alexandria was taken, and Antony kill'd himself, Anno U. C. 723. Menas made the second Revolt over to Auguftus, U. C.717: and the next Year was Nain at the Siege of Belgrade in Pannonia, five Years before the Death of Antony.
(33) Dol. Cæsar, I shall.] I make no Doubt, but it should be mark'd here, that Dolabella goes out. 'Tis reasonable to imagine, he should presently depart, upon Cæsar's Command; so that the Speeches, placed to him in the Sequel of this Scene, must be transferr'd to Agrippa, or he is introduced as a Mute. Besides, that Dolabella should be gone out, appears from this, that when Cafar alks for him, he recollects that he had sent him on Business.
Enter Dercetas, with the sword of Antony
Caf. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that dar'it Appear thus to us ?
Der. I am callid Dercetas;
Caf. What is't thou say'st ?
Cees. The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater
crack. The round world should have shook Lions into civil streets, and citizens Into their dens
The death of Antony
Der. He is dead, Cæfar,
Cæs. Look you sad, friends :
Agr. And ftrange it is,
Mec. His taints and honours,
Agr. A rarer spirit never