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Chain mine arm'd neck ! leap thou, attire and all, Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe Through proof of harness" to my heart, and there

them. Ride on the pants triúmphing!

Had our great palace the capacity CLEO.

Lord of lords ! To camp this host, we all would sup together, 0, infinite virtue ! com’st thou smiling from And drink carouses to the next day's fate, The world's great snare uncaught ?

Which promises royal peril.–Trumpeters, ANT.

My nightingale, With brazen din blast you the city's ear ; We have beat them to their beds. What, girl ! Make mingle with our rattling tabourines ; b though grey

That heaven and earth may strike their sounds Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet

together ha' we

Applauding our approach.

[Exeunt. A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man; Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand ;

SCENE IX.- Cæsar's Camp.
Kiss it, my warrior :-he hath fought to-day,

Sentinels at their post.
As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Destroy'd in such a shape.

1 Soln. If we be not reliev'd within this hour, CLEO.

I'll give thee, friend, We must return to the court of guard : the night An armour all of gold; it was a king's.(1) Is shiny; and they say we shall embattle

Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled By the second hour i’ the morn. Like holy Phæbus' car.—Give me thy hand :- 2 Sold.

This last day Through Alexandria make a jolly march:

Was a shrewd one to 's.

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Enter ENOBARBUS.

SCAR.

For both, my

lord. Eno.

Ant. I would they'd fight i’ the fire or i' the 0, bear me witness, night,3 SOLD. What man is this?

We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot 2 Sold. Stand close, and list him.

Upon the hills adjoining to the city, Eno. Be witness to me, O, thou blessed moon,

Shall stay with us :-order for sea is given ! When men revolted shall upon record

They have put forth the haven: Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did

Where their appointment we may best discover, Before thy face repent !

And look on their endeavour.

[Exeunt. 1 Sold.

Enobarbus! 3 SOLD.

Peace!

SCENE XI.—Another part of the same. Hark further. Exo. O, sovereign mistress of true melancholy,

Enter CÆSAR, with his Forces marching. The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me, That life, a very rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me: throw my heart

CÆs. Buto being charg'd, we will be still by

land, Against the flint and hardness of my fault ;

Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force Which, being dried with grief, will break to

Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales ! powder, And finish all foul thoughts. 0, Antony !

And hold our best advantage.

[Exeunt. Nobler than my revolt is infamous, Forgive me in thine own particular; But let the world rank me in register

SCENE XII.-Another part of the same. A master-leaver and a fugitive! O, Antony! O, Antony !

[Dies.

Enter ANTONY and SCARUS. 2 Sold. Let's speak to him.

1 Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he Ant. Yet they are not join'd: where yond pine speaks may concern Cæsar.

does stand, 3 Sold. Let's do so. But he sleeps.

I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word 1 Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer Straight, how 't is like to go.

[E.cit. as his was never yet forá sleep.

SCAR.

Swallows have built 2 SOLD. Go we to him.

In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers 3 Solb. Awake, sir, awake! speak to us. Say they know not,- they cannot tell ;-look 2 SOLD. Hear you, sir ?

grimly, 1 Sold. The hand of death hath raught him! And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony

Hark! the drums [Drums afar off Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts, Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear, To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour Of what he has, and has not. Is fully out.

[Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight. 3 SOLD. Come on then ; He may recover yet. [Exeunt with the body.

Re-enter ANTONY.

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SCENE X.-Space between the two Camps.
Enter Antony and SCARUS, with Forces

marching
Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea;
We please them not by land.

ANT.

All is lost!
This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me!
My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
They cast their caps up, and carouse together
Like friends long lost !—Triple-turn’d whore ! *

'tis thou

6.

a - for sleep.] Another instance, we apprehend, where “for " is either intended to represent fore, or has been misprinted instead of that word. See note (f), p. 87, Vol. II. b

the drums Demurely wake the sleepers.) “ Demurely" in this place is more than suspicious. Mr. Collier's annotator conjectures, Do eurly;" and Mr. Dyce,

Do merrily," but neither reading is very felicitous.

c They have put forth the haven :) We have adopted a suggestion of Mr. Knight in printing the sentence,

order for sea is given ! They have put forth the haven :"

(*) First folio, auguries. parenthetically, though there can be little doubt some words after "haven” have been accidentally omitted. Rowe supplied the presumptive deficiency by reading, “ Further on; Capell, by ** Hie we on;" Malone, by “Let's seek a spot;” Tyrwhitt, by "Let us go;" and Mr. Dyce, by “Forward now." The last, slightly altered to "forward then," strikes us as preferable to any of the other additions.

d But being charg'd, -] “But" seems to be used here in its exceptive sense-unless or without.

Triple-turn'd-] From Julius Cæsar to Cneius Pompey, from Pompey to Antony, and, as he suspects now, from him to Octavius Cæsar.

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Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
Makes only wars on thee.-Bid them all fly! SCENE XIII.-Alexandria. A Room in the
For when I am reveng'd upon my charm,

Palace.
I have done all:- bid them all fly! be gone!

[Erit SCARUS. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more !

MARDIAN. Fortune and Antony part here; even here Do we shake hands.--All come to this ?- The Cleo. Help me, my women ! O, he is more hearts

mad That spanield* me at heels, to whom I gave Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of ThesTheir wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets

saly" On blossoming Cæsar ; and this pine is bark’d, Was never so emboss'd.e That overtopp'd them all! Betray'd I am :

CHAR.

To the monument ! 0, this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm, "

There lock yourself, and send him word you are Whose eye beck’d forth my wars, and call’d them

dead. home;

The soul and body rive not more in parting, Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end, Than greatness going off. Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,

CLEO.

To the monument !Beguild me to the very heart of loss.

Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
What, Eros, Eros!

Say, that the last I spoke was, Antony,
And word it, pr’ythee, piteously: hence, Mardian,
And bring me how he takes

my

death.-
Enter CLEOPATRA.
To the monument !

[Exeunt. Ah, thou spell ! Avaunt ! Cleo. Why is my lord enrag'd against his love?

SCENE XIV.The same. Another Room. Ant. Vanish! or I shall give thee thy deserving, And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take

Enter ANTONY and EROS. thee, And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians:

Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me? Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot

Eros.

Ay, noble lord. Of all thy sex: most monster-like, be shown Ant. Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonFor poor'st diminutives, for doits ;ť and let

ish ; (2) Patient Octavia plough thy visage up

A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, With her prepared nails. [Exit CLEO.] 'T is

Cleo

tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, well thou ’rt gone,

A forked mountain, or blue promontory If it be well to live: but better 't were

With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, Thou fell’st into my fury, for one death

And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen Might have prevented many.—Eros, ho !

these signs? The shirt of Nessus is upon me:-teach me, They are black vesper's pageants. Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage:

Eros.

Ay, my lord. Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' the moon ; Ant. That which is now a horse, even with a And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest

thought

The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,
Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die ! As water is in water.
To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and Eros.

It does, my lord.
I fall

Ant. My good knave Eros, now thy captain is l’nder this plot: she dies for 't !--Eros, ho! Even such a body: here I am Antony;

[Exit. Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.

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(*) First folio, pannelled. Corrected by Hanmer.

(+) Old text, dolls. Corrected by Warburton. a 0, this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,-) Mr. Collier's annotator would read,

* O, this false spell of Egypt, this great charm." Spell is very plausible ; but “great charm" is infinitely less expressive and appropriate than “ grave charm," i.e. pernicious, deadla, fatal sorceress.

b- fast and loose, --] A cheating game similar to what is now

called pricking at the belt or girdle.

© Subdue my worthiest self ] The commentators, excepting Hanmer, have not suspected any corruption here; but would Antony, in this hour of bitter remorse, speak of his "worthiest self? He might have said, “my worthless self; yet the contex!, "the witch shall die," makes it more probable he is thinking of Cleopatra, and that what the author wrote was, “ Subdue my worthless elf." Elf being synonymous with witch or fairy.

d - the boar of Thessaly--] The hoar killed by Meleager. e - emboss'd.) See note (a), p. 228, Vol. I.

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I made these wars for Egypt; and the queen,

Dido and her Æneas shall want troops,
Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine; And all the haunt be ours.—Come, Eros, Eros !
Which, whilst it was mine, had annex'd unto 't
A million more, now lost,--she, Eros, has

Re-enter Eros.
Pack'd cards with Cæsar,* and false-play'd my
glory

Eros. What would

my

lord ? Unto an enemy's triumph !-

Ant.

Since Cleopatra died, Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us

I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods
Ourselves to end ourselves.-

Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's

back
Enter MARDIAN.

With ships made cities, condemn myself to lack

The courage of a woman ; less noble mind
O, thy vile laily!

Than she which by her death our Cæsar tells,
She has robb’d of

my
sword.
I am conqueror of myself.

Thou art sworn,
Mar.
No, Antony;

Eros,
My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled
With thine entirely.

That, when the exigent should come, (which now

Is come indeed) when I should see behind me
ANT.
Hence, saucy eunuch ; peace!

The inevitable prosecution of
She hath betray'd me, and shall die the death.

Disgrace and horror, that, on my command, Mar. Death of one person can be paid but

Thou then wouldst kill me: do 't; the time is once, And that she has discharg'd. What thou wouldst

Thou strik'st not me, 't is Cæsar thou defeat'st. do

Put colour in thy cheek. Is done unto thy hand: the last she spake

Eros.

The gods withhold me ! Was, Antony! most noble Antony !

Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts, Then in the midst a tearing groan did break

Though enemy, lost aim, and could not? The name of Antony; it was divided

Ant.

Eros,
Between her heart and lips: she render'd life,

Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome, and
Thy name so buried in her.
Ant.
Dead, then?

Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending
MAR.

Dead.

down Ant. Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is

Ilis corrigible neck, his face subdu'd done,

To penetrative shame, whilst the wheeld seat And we must sleep !—That thou depart'st hence

Of fortunate Cæsar, drawn before him, branded safe,

His baseness that ensu'd ? Does pay thy labour richly; go.-[Exit MARDIAN.]

Eros.

I would not see 't.
Off, pluck off-

Ant. Come then; for with a wound I must be

1 The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep

cur'd. The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides !

Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,
Crack thy frail case !--- Apace, Eros, apace ! Most useful for thy country.
No more a soldier :—bruised pieces, go;

Eros.

O, sir, pardon me! You have been nobly borne.— From me a while.

Ant. When I did make thee free, sworist thou [Exit Eros.

not then I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and

To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once ; Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now

Or thy precedent services are all All length is torture.—Since the torch is out,

But accidents unpurpos’d. Draw, and come. Lie down, and stray no farther. Now all labour

Eros. Turn from me, then, that noble counteMars what it does; yea, very force entangles

nance, Itself with strength: seal then, and all is done!

Wherein the worship of the whole world lies. Eros !-I come, my queen :-Eros !-Stay for

Axt. Lo thee !

[Turning from him.

Eros. My sword is drawn. Where souls do couch on flowers, we 'll hand in

Ant.

Then let it do at once hand,

The thing why thou hast drawn it. And with our sprightly port make the ghosts

Eros.

My dear master, gaze :

My captain, and my emperor, let me say, (*) Fi'st olio, ('æsars.

Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.

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ANT.

Now, Eros. Eros. Why, there then :-[Falls on his sword.

thus I do escape the sorrow Of Antony's death.

[Dies. Ant.

Thrice nobler than myself! Thou teachest me, O, valiant Eros, what [Eros I should, and thou couldst not. My queen and Have, by their brave instruction, got upon me A nobleness in record : but I will be A bridegroom in my death, and run into't As to a lover's bed. Come then ; and, Eros, Thy master dies thy scholar ; to do thus

(Falling on his sword. I learn’d of thee.- HIow! not dead ? not dead ?The guard—ho!-0, despatch me.

2 GUARD.

The star is foll'n ! 1 GUARD. And time is at his period. ALL.

Alas, and woe! ANT. Let him that loves me strike me dead. 1 GUARD.

Not I. 2 GUARD. Nor I. 3 GUARD. Nor any one.

[Exeunt Guard. DER. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers

fly. This sword but shown to Cæsar, with this tidings, Shall enter me with him.

Enter DIOMEDES.

Enter DERCETAs and Guard.

Dro. Where's Antony ?
DER.

There, Diomed, there. Dio.

Lives he? Wilt thou not answer, man? [Exit DERCETAS. Ant. Art thou there, Diomed ?

Draw thy
sword, and give me
Sufficing strokes for death.
Dio.

Most absolute lord,
My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
Ant. When did she send thee?

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