Cleo. That head, my lord?

Ant. To him again. Tell him, he wears the rofe Of youth upon him; from which, the world fhould

note

Something particular: his coin, fhips, legions,
May be a coward's; whofe minifters would prevail
Under the service of a child, as foon
As i' the command of Cæfar.

I dare him therefore

To lay his gay comparisons apart,
And anfwer me declin'd, fword against sword,
Ourselves alone. I'll write it; follow me.

[Exit Antony.

Eno. Yes, like enough high-battled Cæfar will
Unftate his happiness, and be ftag'd to the fhew
Against a sworder.-I fee, men's judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To fuffer all alike. That he should dream,
Knowing all measures, the full Cæfar will

Answer his emptinefs !-Cæfar, thou haft fubdu'd
His judgment too.

Enter an Attendant.

Attend. A meffenger from Cæfar.

Cleo. What, no more ceremony? See, my women!Against the blown rofe may they stop their nose, That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, fir. Eno. Mine honefty and I begin to fquare. "The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Our faith meer folly: yet he, that can endure

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-bis gav comparisons apart,

Το

And answer me declin'd,-] I require of Cæfar not to depend on that fuperiority which the comparison of our different fortunes may exhibit to him, but to answer me man to man, in this decline of my age or power. JOHNSON. The loyalty, well held to fools, &c.] After Enobarbus has faid, that his honesty and he begin to quarrel, he immediately falls into

To follow with allegiance a fallen lord,

Does conquer him that did his mafter conquer,
And earns a place i' the story.

Enter Thyreus.

Cleo. Cæfar's will?

Thyr. Hear it apart.

Cleo. None but friends. Say boldly.

Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony. Eno. He needs as many, fir, as Cæfar has Or needs not us.

;

If Cæfar please, our master Will leap to be his friend: for us, you know, Whofe he is, we are; and that is Cæfar's.

Thyr. So.

Thus then, thou moft renown'd; 7 Cæfar intreats, Not to confider in what cafe thou ftand'st

Further than he is Cæfar.

Cleo. 'Go on :-Right royal.

Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him.

this generous reflection: "Tho' loyalty, ftubbornly preferv'd to a mafter in his declin'd fortunes, feems folly in the eyes of "fools; yet he, who can be fo obftinately loyal, will make as "great a figure on record, as the conqueror." I therefore read, Though loyalty, well held, to fools does make

Our faith meer folly

THEOBALD.

I have preferved the old reading: Enobarbus is deliberating upon desertion, and finding it is more prudent to forfake a fool, and more reputable to be faithful to him, makes no pofitive conclufion. Sir T. Hanmer follows Theobald; Dr. Warburton retains the old reading. JOHNSON.

Not to confider in what cafe thou ftand' ft

Further than he is Cæfar] i. e. Cæfar intreats, that at the fame time you confider your defperate fortunes, you wou'd confider he is Cafar: That is, generous and forgiving, able and willing to reftore them.

WARB

Cleo.

Cleo. Oh!

[Afide.

Thyr. The fcars upon your honour, therefore, he Does pity as constrained blemishes,

Not as deferv'd.

Cleo. He is a God, and knows

What is most right. Mine honour was not yielded, But conquer'd merely.

Eno. To be fure of that,

I will ask Antony.-Sir, fir, thou art so leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy finking, for
Thy deareft quit thee.

Thyr. Shall I fay to Cæfar

[Exit Enobarbus.

What you require of him? For he partly begs
To be defired to give. It much would please him,
That of his fortunes you would make a staff

To lean upon.

But it would warm his fpirits, to hear from me
You had left Antony, and put yourself

Under his fhroud, the universal landlord.
Cleo. What's your name?

Thyr. My name is Thyreus.

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Cleo. Most kind meffenger,

Say to great Cæfar this; In deputation

I kifs his conquering hand: tell him, I am prompt To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel.

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Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear

The doom of Ægypt.

8 Moft kind meffenger,

Say to great Cæfar this in DISPUTATION,

Thyr.

I kifs his conqu'ring band:] The poet certainly wrote,

i. e. by proxy; I depute you to pay him that duty in my name.

WARB.

9 Tell him, that from his all-obeying breath, &c.-] Doom is declared rather by an all-commanding, than an all-obeying breath. I

fuppofc

Thyr. 'Tis your nobleft course.
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,

No chance may shake it.

My duty on your hand.

'Give me grace to lay

Cleo. Your Cæfar's father oft,

When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in,
Beftow'd his lips on that unworthy place,

As it rain'd kiffes.

Enter Antony and Enobarbus.

Ant. Favours! by Jove, that thunders!

[Seeing Thyreus kifs her hand.

What art thou fellow?

Thyr. One that but performs

The bidding of the fulleft man, and worthiest

To have command obey'd.

Eno. You will be whipp'd.

Ant. Approach there!-ah, you kite!-Now, Gods and Devils!

Authority melts from me. Of late, when I cry'd,

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ho!

Like boys unto a mufs, kings would start forth,

fuppofe we ought to read,

-all-obeyed breath.

'-Give me grace-] Grant me the favour.

Like boys unto a muss,——] i, e. a scramble.

So ufed by Ben Jonfon in his Magnetic Lady: -nor are they thrown

To make a mufs among the gamefome fuitors.

And again in his Bartholomew Fair:

God's fo, a mufs, a mufs, a mufs, a mufs!

JOHNSON.

JOHNSON.

РОРЕ.

So in Middleton's comedy of A mad World my Masters, 1608:

"I would you could make fuch another muss.
"Do'ft call it a mufs?"

STEEVENS.

And

And cry, your will? Have you no ears? I am Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him.

Enter Attendants.

Eno. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp, Than with an old one dying.

Ant. Moon and ftars!

Whip him:-Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries
That do acknowledge Cæfar, fhould I find them
So fawcy with the hand of fhe here, (what's her name,
Since he was Cleopatra ?)—Whip him, fellows,
Till, like a boy, you fee him cringe his face,

And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.
Thyr. Mark Antony,-

Ant. Tug him away: being whipp'd,

Bring him again: This Jack of Cæfar's fhall
Bear us an errand to him.- [Exeunt with Thyreus.
You were half blafted, ere I knew you: Ha!
Have I my pillow left unpreft in Rome,
Forborn the getting of a lawful race,

And by a gem of women, to be abus'd
3 By one that looks on feeders?

Cleo. Good my lord,

Ant. You have been a boggier ever :But when we in our vicioufnefs grow hard, (Oh mifery on't!) the wife Gods feel our eyes In our own filth; drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confufion.

Cleo. Oh, is it come to this?

Ant. I found you as a morfel, cold upon

Dead Cæfar's trencher: nay, you were a fragment Of Cneius Pompey's; befides what hotter hours,

3 By one that looks on feeders ?] One that waits at the table while others are eating.

JOHNSON.

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