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. Sentinels at their post. 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. . occurs again in "Troilus and Cressida," Act IV. Sc. 5,-—" Beat loud the tabourines." air; 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. b SCENE X.-Space between the two Camps. marching ANT. All is lost! '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. Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart Palace. [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; Say, that the last I spoke was, Antony, my death.- [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, It does, my lord. 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. . а club, (*) 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. 1 me come: I made these wars for Egypt; and the queen, Dido and her Æneas shall want troops, Re-enter Eros. 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 Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword back With ships made cities, condemn myself to lack The courage of a woman ; less noble mind Than she which by her death our Cæsar tells, my Thou art sworn, Eros, That, when the exigent should come, (which now Is come indeed) when I should see behind me The inevitable prosecution of 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, Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome, and Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending 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. 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 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. see 1 worn 1 me: now? : 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 ? There, Diomed, there. Dio. Lives he? Wilt thou not answer, man? [Exit DERCETAS. Ant. Art thou there, Diomed ? Draw thy Most absolute lord, |
