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Tho' loyalty, well held, to fools does make
Cleo. Cafar's will?
Thyr. Hear it apart.
Cleo. None but friends; fay boldly.
Thus then, thou most renown'd, Cafar intreats,
Further than he is Cæfar.
Cleo. Go on
Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you fear'd him.
Thyr. The fears 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,
Our Faith meer Folly: &c.
If I fee any thing of the Poet's Sentiment in this Paffage, both the Text and Pointing are flightly deprav'd; and, I think, I have reform'd both justly. After Enobarbus has faid, that his Honesty and he begin to quarrel, (í. e. that his Reafon fhews him to be mistaken. in his firm Adherence to Antony ;) he immediately falls into this generous Reflection: "Tho' Loyalty, ftubbornly preferv'd to a Mafter in his declin'd Fortunes, feems Folly in the Eyes of "Fools; (i. e. Men, who have not Honour enough to think more "wifely ;) yet he, who can be fo obftinately loyal, will make as great a Figure on Record, as the Conqueror.
But conquer'd meerly.
Eno. To be fure of that,
I will ask Antony
-Sir, thou'rt fo leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy finking, for
Thy deareft quit thee.
Thyr. Shall I say to Cæfar
What you require of him? he partly begs,
To be defir'd to give. It much would please him,
To lean upon.
But it would warm his fpirits,
To hear from me you had left Antony,
And put yourfelf under his fhroud, the univerfal landlord. Cleo. What's your name!
Thyr. My name is Thyreus.
Cleo. Most kind meffenger, (25)
Say to great Cæfar this; in deputation
I kifs his conqu'ring hand: tell him, I'm prompt
Thyr. "Tis your noblest course :
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
Cleo. Your Cafar's father oft,
When he hath mus'd of taking Kingdoms in,
(25) Moft kind Meffenger;
Say to great Cæfar this in Difputation,
1 kifs bis conqu' ring band:]
Again, the Pointing and Text must be corrected. If the Sagacious Editors can reasonably expound Difputation here, I allow them to fee farther into a Milftone than I pretend to do. The Poet certainly wrote, (as Mr. Warburton likewife faw, we must restore ;)
Moft kind Meffenger,
Say to great Cæfar this; in Deputation
I kifs bis conqu'ring band:
i. e. by Proxy; I depute you to pay him that Duty in my Name.
Beftow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
As it rain'd kiffes.
Enter Antony, and Enobarbus.
Ant. Favours! by Jove, that thunders.
What art thou, fellow?
[Seeing Thyreus kifs her hand.
Thyr. One that but performs
The bidding of the fullest man, and worthieft
To have command obey'd.
Eno. You will be whipp'd
ah, you kite! now, Gods
Authority melts from me of late.-When I cry'd, hoa!
I'm Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him.
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 greateft Tributaries
Ant. Tug him away; being whipp'd,
[Exeunt with Thyreus.
You were half blafted, ere I knew you: ha!
Ant. You have been a boggler ever.
But when we in our viciousness grow hard,
Cleo. Oh, is't come to this?
Ant. I found you as a morfel, cold upon
Though you can guess what temperance should be,
Cleo. Wherefore is this?
Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards,
that 1 were
Upon the hill of Bafan, to out-roar
A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank
Re-enter a Servant, with Thyreus.
Serv. Soundly, my Lord.
Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd a 'pardon?
Serv. He did ask favour.
Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent
Thou waft not made his daughter; and be thou forry To follow Cafar in his triumph, fince
"Thou hast been whipp'd for following him. Henceforth, The white hand of a lady fever thee,
Shake to look on't.-Go, get thee back to Cæfar,
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,
Ant. To flatter Cæfar, would you mingle eyes
Cleo. Not know me yet?
Ant. Cold-hearted toward me!
Cleo. Ah, dear, if I be fo,
From my cold heart let heav'n ingender hail,
Ant. I'm fatisfied:
Cæfar fets down in Alexandria, where
I will oppofe his fate. Our force by land
Have knit again, and float, threatning moft fea-like.
(26) By the difcattering of this pelletted Storm,] This Reading we ewe firft, I prefume, to Mr. Rowe: and Mr. Pope has very faithfully fall'n 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. Cleopatra's Wish is this that the Gods would ingender Hail, and poifon it; and that as it fell upon her and her fubjects, and melted, their Lives might determine, as that diffolv'd and difcandied: the congealing of the Water into Hail he metaphorically calls candying: and it is an Image he is fond of, in several other Paflages.