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Ant. 'Would, thou and those thy fcars had once prevail'd

To make me fight at land!

Eros. Hadft thou done fo,

The Kings, that have revolted, and the Soldier,
That has this morning left thee, would have still
Follow'd thy heels.

Ant. Who's gone this morning?

Eros. Who?

One ever near thee. Call for Enobarbus,

He shall not hear thee; or from Cæfar's camp
Say, "I am none of thine.

Ant. What fay't thou?

Sold Sir,

He is with Cafar.

Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure

He has not with him.

Ant. Is he gone?

Sold. Moft certain.

Ant. Go, Eros, fend his treafure after, do it,
Detain no jot, I charge thee: write to him,
I will fubfcribe gentle adieus, and greetings:
Say, that I wish he never find more caufe
To change a mafter. Oh, my fortunes have
Corrupted honeft men! difpatch, my Eros.

SCENE changes to Cæfar's Camp.

[Exeunt

Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, with Enobarbus, and Dolabella. O forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight :

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Our will is, Antony be took alive;

Make it fo known.

Agr. Cafar, I fhall,

Caf. The time of universal Peace is near;

Prove this a profp'rous day, the three-nook'd world
Shall bear the olive freely.

immediately replies, that this Line fhould not be placed to Eros, but to the Soldier, who, before the Battle of Altium, advis'd Antony to try his Fate at Land,

Enter

Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. Mark Antony is come into the field.
Caf. Go,, charge, Agrippa;

Plant thofe, that have revolted, in the Van,
That Antony may feem to spend his fury
Upon himself.

Eno. Alexas did revolt, and went to Jerry on
Affairs of Antony; there did perfuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Cafar,
And leave his master Antony. For this pains,
Cafar hath hang'd him: Čanidius, and the reft,
That fell away, have entertainment, but
No honourable truft: I have done ill,
Of which I do accufe myself fo forely,
That I will joy no more.

Enter a Soldier of Cæfar's.

Sold. Enobarbus, Antony

Hath after thee fent all thy treasure, with
His bounty over plus. The meffenger
Came on my guard, and at thy tent is now
Unloading of his mules.

Ene. I give it you.

Sold. Mock me not, Enobarbus,

I tell you true; beft, you see safe't the bringer
Out of the hoft: I must attend mine office,
Or would have done't myself. Your Emperor
Continues till a Jove.

Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth,
And feel, I am so most. O Antony,

[Exeunt.

[Exit.

Thou Mine of bounty, how would it thou have paid
My better service, when my turpitude

Thou dost fo crown with gold! This bows my heart;
If swift thought break it not, a fwifter mean

Shall out ftrike thought; but thought will do't, I feel.

I fight against thee!

My latter part of life.

no, I will

go feek

Some ditch, where I may die; the foul'ft best fits

[Exit.

SCENE,

SCENE, before the Walls of Alexandria.

Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa.

Etire, we have engag'd our felves too far!

Agr. R. Cafar himfelf has work, and our oppreffion

Exceeds what we expected.

[Exit.

Alarum. Enter Antony, and Scarus wounded.

Scar. O my brave Emperor! this is fought indeed ; Had we done fo at firft, we had droven them home With clouts about their heads.

Ant. Thou bleed'it apace.

Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T, But now 'tis made an H.

Ant. They do retire.

Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes; I have yet Room for fix fcotches more.

Entor Eros.

Eros. They're beaten, Sir, and our advantage ferves For a fair victory.

Scar. Let us fcore their backs,

And fnatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind;

'Tis fport to maul a runner.

Ant. I will reward thee

Once for thy sprightly comfort, and ten-fold

For thy good valour. Come thee on.

Scar. I'll halt after.

[Exeunt.

Alarum. Enter Antony again in a March, Scarus

with others.

Ant. We've beat him to his camp; (28) run one be

fore,

And let the Queen know of our Gefts; to morrow,

(28)

-run One before,

Before

And let the Queen know of our Guefts.] What Guests was the Queen to know of? Antony was to fight again on the morrow; and he had not yet said a Word of marching to Alexandria,

and

Before the fun fhall fee's, we'll spill the blood
That has to day efcap'd. I thank you all;
For doughty-handed are you, and have fought
Not as you ferv'd the cause, but as't had been
Each man's like mine; you've fhewn yourselves all`
'Hectors.

Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats, whilft they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kifs
The honour'd gafhes whole. Give me thy hand,

Enter Cleopatra.

To this great Faiery I'll commend thy acts,

[To Scarus.

Make her thanks blefs thee. O thou day o'th' world,
Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness, to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.

Cleo. Lord of Lords!

Oh, infinite virtue! com'ft thou fmiling from
The world's great fnare uncaught?

Ant. My nightingale !

We've beat them to their beds. What! Girl, though gray

Do fomething mingle with our younger brown, yet ha'we A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can

Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man.

(29) Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand;

Kifs

and treating his Officers in the Palace. We must restore, as Mr. Warburton likewise prescribes ;

And let the Queen know of our Gests.

i. e. res gefta; our Feats, our glorious Actions. It is a Term, that frequently occurs in Chaucer; and, after him, in Spencer; nor did it cease to be current for fome time after our Author's Days.

(29) Commend unto his Lips thy favouring Hand.] Antony is here recommending One of his Captains, who had fought valiantly, to Cleopatra; and defires, he may have the Grace, of kiffing her Hand. But why, favouring Hand? He did not want his Captain to grow in Love with his Mistress, on Account

of

Kifs it, my warrior: he hath fought to day,
As if a God in hate of mankind had
Destroyed in fuch a fhape.

Cleo. I'll give thee, friend,

An armour all of gold; it was a King's.

Ant. He has deferv'd it, were it carbuncled

Like holy Phabus' Car.

Give me thy hand;

Through Alexandria make a jolly march;

Bear our hackt targets, like the men that owe them.
Had our great palace the capacity

To camp this hoft, we would all fup together;
And drink carowses to the next day's fate,
Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear,
Make mingle with our ratling tabourines,

That heav'n and earth may strike their founds together,
Applauding our approach.

SCENE changes to Cæfar's Camp.

[Exeunt.

Enter a Centry, and his Company. Enobarbus follows. F we be not reliey'd within this hour,

Cent We must return to th' Court of Guard; the

night

Is fhiny, and, they fay, we fhall embattle
By th' fecond hour i'th' morn.

I Watch. This laft day was a fhrewd one to's.
Ens. O bear me witnefs, night!

2 Watch. What man is this?

1 Watch. Stand close, and lift him.

Eno. Be witnefs to me, O thou bleffed moon,

When men revolted fhall upon record

of the Flavour and Lufcioufnefs of her Hand; but only to have a Reward of Honour from the Queen for his good Service. I therefore believe, the Poet wrote;

Commend unto his Lips thy favouring Hand.

Tho' none of the printed Copies countenance this Reading, yet nothing is more common at Prefs than for an fto ufurp the place of an f, and so vice verfâ,

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