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, 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 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, SCENE changes to Cæfar's Camp. [Exeunt Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, with Enobarbus, and Dolabella. O forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight : Cal G 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 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. Plant thofe, that have revolted, in the Van, Eno. Alexas did revolt, and went to Jerry on Enter a Soldier of Cæfar's. Sold. Enobarbus, Antony Hath after thee fent all thy treasure, with Ene. I give it you. Sold. Mock me not, Enobarbus, I tell you true; beft, you see safe't the bringer Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth, [Exeunt. [Exit. Thou Mine of bounty, how would it thou have paid Thou dost fo crown with gold! This bows my heart; 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 Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, Enter Cleopatra. To this great Faiery I'll commend thy acts, [To Scarus. Make her thanks blefs thee. O thou day o'th' world, Cleo. Lord of Lords! Oh, infinite virtue! com'ft thou fmiling from 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, 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. To camp this hoft, we would all fup together; That heav'n and earth may strike their founds together, 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 I Watch. This laft day was a fhrewd one to's. 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, Bear |