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Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before him, He needs must see himself.
Cæf. O Antony ! I've follow'd thee to this but we do lance Diseases in our bodies. I must perforce Have shewn to thee fuch a declining day, Or look on thine; we could not fall together In the whole world. But yet let me lament With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts, That thou my brother, my competitor In top of all design, my mate in Empire, Friend and companion in the front of war, The arm of mine own body, and the heart Where mine its thoughts did kindle; that our stars, Unreconcileable, thould have divided Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends, But I will tell you at some meeter season. The bufiness of this man looks out of him, We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you?
Enter an Ægyptian.
Caf. Bid her have good heart ;
Ægypt. May the Gods preserve thee! [Exita
Cæs. Come hither, Proculeius; go, and say,
The quality of her paffion shall require;
Pro. Cæsar, I shall.
[Exit Proculeius. Caf. Gallus, go you along; — where's Dolabella, To second Proculeius ?
[Exit Gallus. All. Dolabella!
Cæs. Let him alone; for I remember now,
SCENE changes to the Monument. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian, and Seleucus,
A better life; 'tis paltry to be Cæsar :
thee. Cleo. What's thy name? Pro. My name is Proculeius.
Cleo. Antony Did tell me of you, bade me trust you, but I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd, That have no use for trusting. If your master Would have a Queen his beggar, you muit tell him, That Majesty, to keep decorum, must No less beg than a Kingdom ; if he please To give me conquer'd Ægypt for my Son, He gives me so much of mine own, as I
Will kneel to him with thanks.
Pro. Be of good cheer :
Cleo. Pray you, tell him,
Pro. This I'll report, dear lady.
[Here Gallus, and Guard, afcend the Monument by
a Ladder, and enter at a back.Window. Gall. You fee, how easily she may be surpriz’d. (34) Pro. Guard her, 'till Cæfar come. Iras. O Royal Queen ! Char. Oh Cleopatra ! thou art taken, Queen Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands.
[Drawing a Dagger. [The Monument is open'd; Proculeius rushes in, and
difarms the Queen.
(34) Char. You see, bow easily she may be surpriz'd,] Here Charmian, who is so faithful as to die with her Mistress, by the stupidity of the Editors is made to countenance and give Directions for her being surpriz’d by Cæsar's Messengers. But this Blunder is for want of knowing, or observing, the historical Fact. When Cæfar fent Proculeius to the Queen, he sent Gallus after him with new Instructions: and while one amused Cleopatra with Propofitions from Cæfar, thro' Crannies of the Monument ; the other scaled it by a Ladder, entred at a Window backward, and made Cleopatra, and those with her Prisoners. I have reform'd the Paffage therefore, (as, I am persuaded, the Author design'd it ;) from the Authority of Plutarch.
Pro. Hold, worthy tady, hold :
Cleo. Where art thou, Death ?
Pro. Oh, temperance, lady!
Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, Sir :
Pro. You do extend
Pro. So, Dolabella,
Cleo. Say, I would die.
[Exit Proculeius Dol. Most noble Empress, you have heard of me. Cleo. I cannot tell. Dol. Assuredly, you know me.
Cleo. No matter, Sir, what I have heard or known: You laugh, when boys or women tell their dreams;
Is't not your trick?
Cleo. I dreamt, there was an Emp'ror Antony ;
Dol. If it might pleafe ye
Cleo. His face was as the heav'ns ; and therein stuck A Sun and Moon, which kept their course, and lighted
(35) The little Ö o'th' Earth.
Dol. Most fovereign creature !
Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean, his rear'd arm
(35) A Sun and Moon which kept their Course, and lighted
The little o'tb' Earth. Dol.
-Moft fovereign Creature ! ] What a blessed limping Verse these two Hemistichs give us ! Had bone of the Editors an Ear to find the Hitch in its Pace? 'Tis true, there is but a Syllable wanting, and that, I believe verily, was but of a single Letter; which the first Editors' not understanding, Jearnedly threw it out as a Redundance. I restore,
The little Oo'tb' Earth, i, e, the little Orb or Circle. And 'tis plain, our Poet in other Passages chufes to express himself thus.
- For his Bounty,
That grew the more by reaping.) There was certainly a Contrast, both in the Thought and Terms, design'd here, which is loft in an accidental Corruption. How could an Antony grow the more by reaping? I'll venture, by a very easy