Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is. Cleo. Wherefore is this? Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, + The horned herd, for I have favage cause! A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank Re-enter Attendants with Thyreus. Attend. Soundly, my lord, Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd he pardon? Attend. He did afk favour. Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou waft not made his daughter; and be thou forry To follow Cæfar in his triumph, fince Thou hast been whipp'd for following him. Henceforth, The white hand of a lady fever thee, Shake thou to look on't.-Get thee back to Cæfar, When my good stars, that were my former guides, 4 The borned herd,] It is not without pity and indignation that the reader of this great poet meets fo often with this low jest, which is too much a favourite to be left out of either mirth or fury. JOHNSON. Have empty left their orbs, and fhot their fires My fpeech, and what is done; tell him he has Cleo. Have you done yet? Ant. Alack, our terrene moon is now eclips'd, And it portends alone the fall of Antony. Cleo. I muft ftay his time. Ant. To flatter Cæfar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points?" Cleo. Not know me yet? Ant. Cold-hearted toward me! Cleo. Ah, dear, if I be so, From my cold heart, let heaven ingender hail, 6 Diffolve my life! the next Cæfarion fmite! Ant. I am fatisfied: Cæfar fits down in Alexandria, where I will oppofe his fate. Our force by land 5 -to quit me :· -] To repay me this infult; to requite me. JOHNSON. 6-the next Cæfario fmite!] Cæfario was Cleopatra's fon by Julius Cæfar. STEEVENS. 7 By the difcattering of this pelletted ftorm,] This reading we owe first, I prefume, to Mr. Rowe and Mr Pope has very faithfully fallen into it. The old folio's read, difcandering: from which corruption both Dr. Thirlby and I faw, we must retrieve the word with which I have reform'd the text. THEOBALD. Hath Hath nobly held; our fever'd navy too 8 Have knit again, and float, threatning moft fea-like. Where hast thou been, my heart? Doft thou hear, lady? If from the field I fhould return once more Cleo. That's my brave lord. Ant. I will be treble-finew'd, hearted, breath'd, Cleo. It is my birth-day: I had thought to have held it poor; but fince my lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra. Ant. We will yet do well. Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord. Ant. Do fo, we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll force The wine peep through their scars.-Come on, my queen; There's fap in't yet. The next time I do fight, 8and float,-] This is a modern emendation, perhaps right. The old reading is, and fleet, JOHNSON. WARBURTON.. Were nice and lucky,-] Nice, for delicate, courtly, flowing in peace. Nice rather feems to be, just fit for my purpose, agreeable to my wifh. So we vulgarly fay of any thing that is done better than was expected, it is nice. JOHNSON Even Even with his peftilent fcythe. [Exeunt. Eno. Now he'll out-ftare the lightning. To be furious, Is to be frighted out of fear and, in that mood, Reftores his heart :-When valour preys on reason, A C T IV. SCENE I. CESAR's CAM P. Enter Cafar, reading a letter, Agrippa, Mecanas, &c. H CESAR. E calls me boy; and chides, as he had power To beat me out of Egypt. My meffenger He hath whipt with rods; dares me to perfonal combat, Cæfar to Antony.-Let the old ruffian know, 'I have many other ways to die: mean time, Laugh at his challenge. Mec. I have many other ways to die: -] What a reply is this to Antony's challenge? 'tis acknowledging that he should die under the unequal combat; but if we read, He hath many other ways to die: mean time, I laugh at his challenge. In this reading we have poignancy, and the very repartee of Cafar. Let's hear Plutarch. After this, Antony jent a challenge to Cafar, to fight bim hand to band, and received for anfwer, that he might find feveral other ways to end his life. UPTON, I think Mec. Cæfar must think, When one fo great begins to rage, he's hunted Caf. Let our best heads Know, that to-morrow the laft of many battles SCENE II. ALEXANDRIA. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius. Ant. Why fhould he not? Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better for tune, He is twenty men to one. Ant. To-morrow, foldier, By fea and land I'll fight: or I will live, Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well? I think this emendation deserves to be received. It had, before Mr. Upton's book appeared, been made by fir T. Hanmer. JOHNSON. Moft indifputably this is the fenfe of Plutarch, and given fo in the modern tranflations; but Shakespeare was mifled by the ambiguity of the old one. "Antonius fent again to challenge Ca"far to fight him: Cæfar answered, that he had many other FARMER. ways to die, than fo" JOHNSON. Eno. Make boot of-] Take advantage of. P 2 |