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Seb. Thy insolence had cancell'd allthy service ; Now draw; I should be loth to think thou dar'ft not: To violate my laws, even in my court,
Beware of such another vile excuse.
That's a tuspicious word: it had been proper, To strike the man I lov'd !
Before thy foot had spurn'd me; now 'tis base : Dor. Ev’n in the face of heaven, a place more Yet, to disarm thee of thy last defence, sacred,
I have thr oath for my security: Would I have struck the man, who, prompt by The only boon I begg’d was this fair combat : pow'r,
Fight or be perjur d now; that is all thy choice. Would seize my right, and rob me of my love: Seb. Now can I thank thee as thou wouldīt But, for a blow provok'd by thy injustice,
be thank'd :
[Dracuing. The hafty product of a just deipair,
Never was vow of honour better paid, When he refus'd to meet me in the field, If my true livord but hold, than this shall be. That thou should make a coward's cause thyown! The sprightly bridegroom on his wedding-nighe Seb. He durft : nay, more, desir’d and begg'a More gladly enters not the lifts of love. with tears
Why 'tis enjoyment to be fummond thus. To meet thy challenge fairly : 'twas thy fault Go; bear my message to Henriquez' ghost, To make it public; but my duty then And lay his master and his friend reveng'd him. To interpose, on pain of my displeasure,
Dor. His ghost! then is my hated rival dead? Betwixt your swords.
Seb. The question is beside our present purpose. Dor. On pain of infamy
Thou seeft me ready ; we delay too long. He should have disobey'd.
Dor. A minute is not much in either's life, Seb. The indignity thou didft was meant to me: When there's but one betwixt us ; throw it in, Thy gloomy eyes were cast on me with scorn, And give it him of us who is to fill. As who should say, the blow was there intended; Seb. He's dead: make haste, and thou may But that thou didit not dare to lift thy hands
yet o'errake him. Against anointed power : so was I forc'd
Dor. When I was hasty, thou delay'st ine longer, To do a sovereign justice to myself,
I pr’ythee let me hedge one moment more And spurn thee from my presence.
Into thy promile : for thy life preservid, Dor. Thou hast dar'd
Be kind; and tell me how that rival died, To tell me what I durft not tell myself:
Whose death next thine I with’d. I durft not think that I was spurn'd, and live; Scb. If it would please thee, thou Mouldi never And live to hear it boasted to my face ;
know: All my long avarice of honour loft,
But thou, like jealousy, enquir’st a truth,
Which found will torture thee: he died in fight; Has Honour's fountain then fuck d back the Fought next my person, as in concert fought; stream?
Kept pace for pace, and blow for every blow; He has; and hooting boys may dry shod pass, Save when he heav'd his shield in my defence, And gather pebbles from the naked ford. And on his naked lide receiv'd my wound: Give me my love, iny honour; give them back: Then, when he could no more, he fell at once, Give me revenge while I have breath to ask it. But roll d his falling body cross their way,
Seb. Now by this honour'd order which I wear, | And made a bulwark of it for his prince. More gladly would I give than thou dar'ít alk it: Dor. I never can forgive him luch a death! Nor shall the sacred character of king
Seb. I prophesied thy proud loul could not Be urg'd to shield me from thy bold appeal.
bear it. If I have injur'd thee, that makes us equal : Now judge thyself who best deserv'd my love. The wrong, if done, debas'd me down to thee. I knew you both; and (durst I lay : ) as Heaven But thou hast charg‘d me with ingratitude ; Foreknew among the thining angel host Haft thou not charg'd me ? Spcak.
Who should stand tirm, who fall. Dor. Thou know'ft I have :
Dor. Had he been tempted so, so had he fallin; If thou disown'st that imputation, draw, And so, had I beep favour'd, had I ftood. And prove my charge a lye.
Seb. What had been, is unknown; what is, apSeb. No; to disprove that lye I inust not draw: Confess he justly was preferr’d io thee. [pears: Be conscious to thy worth, and tell thy soul Dor. Had I been born with his indulgent stars, What thou hast done this day in my defence : My fortune had been his, and his been mine. To fight thee after this, what were it else 0, worse than hell! what glory have I lott, Than owning that ingratitude thon urg’lt? And what has he acquir'd by such a death! That isthmus ftands between two rushing feas; I should have fallen by Sebastian's fide, Which mounting view each other from afar, My corpse had been the bulwark of my king : And Itrive in vain to meet.
His glorious end was a patch'd work of fate, Dor. I'll cut that isthmus:
ill forted with a soft effeminate life : Thou know'st I meant not to preserve thy life, Io luited better with my life than his But to reprieve it, for my own revenge. So to have died: mine had been of a piece, I lav'd thce out of honourable malice :
Spent in your fervice, dying at your feet.
gave me breath.
Stb. The more effeminate and soft his life, Dor. What, my Alonzo, said you? my Alonzo! The more his fame, to struggle to the field, Let my fears thank you, for I cannot speak; And meet his glorious fate: confcss, proud spirit, And if I could,
(mine. (For I will have it from thy very mouth) Words were not made to vent such thoug'its as That better he deserv'd my love than thou. Seb. Thou canst not speak, and I can ne'er be Dor. O, whither wouldīt thou drive me? I must filent. grant,
Some strange reverse of fate must fure attend Yes, I must grant, but with a swelling soul, This vast profufion, this extravagance Henriquez had your love with more desert : Of Heaven to bless me thus. 'Tis gold so pure, For you he fought and died; I fought against you: It cannot bear the stamp without allay. Through all the mazes of the bloody field Be kind, ye pow'rs, and take but half
away : Hunted your sacred life; which that I miss'd With ease the gifts of fortune 1 refign; Was the propitious error of my fate,
But let my love and friend be ever mine.
§ 38. Antony and Ventidius. DRYDEN. Thou mean'st to kill a tyrant, not a king. Art.
THEY tell me 'tis my birth-day; and I'll Speak, didft thou not, Alonzo ?
keep it Dor. Can I speak ?
With double pomp of sadness. Alas, I cannot answer to Alonzo ;
'Tis what the day deserves which No, Dorax cannot answer to Alonzo :
Why was I rais'd the meteor of the world, Alonzo was too kind a name for me.
Hung in the lkies, and blazing as I travellid, Then,when Ifought and conquer'd withyour arms, Till all my fires were ipent, and then cast downIn that blest age I was the man you nam'd :
wards Till rage and pride debat'd me into Dorax; To be trod out by Cæsar? And loft, like Lucifer, my name above.
Vent. [A fide] On my soul Srb. Yet twice this day low'd my life to Dorax. 'Tis mournful, wondrous mournful ! Dn. I sav'dyou but to kill you: there'smy grief. Ant. Count thy gains ; Seb. Nay, if thou canst be griev'd, thou canst Now, Antony, wouldīt thou be born for this? repent:
Glutton of fortune, thy devouring youth Thou could it not be a villain, tho'thou wouldit: Has Itarv'd thy wanting age. Thou own'st too much in owning thou halt errd : Vent. [ A fide] How forrow shakes him ! And I too little, who provok'd thy crime. So now the tempeft tears him up by th' roots,
Dor. O, stop this headlong torrent of your good. And on the ground extends the noble ruin, I: comes too fast upon a feeble soul, (nels; Ant. [Having thrown himself down.] Half-drown'din tcars before ; 1pare my confusion, Lie there, thou thadow of an emperor; For pity (pare, and fay not, fift you crr'd. The place thou prefieft on thy mother earth For yet I have not dar'd, throngh guilt and lhame, is all thy empire now : now it contains thee ; To throw myself beneath your royal feet. Some few days hence, and then 'twill be too large, Now fpurn this rebel, this proud renegade;
When thou 'rt contracted in thy narrow urn, 'Tis uit you thould, nor will I more complain. Shrunk to a few cold alhes : then Octavia, Scó. Indeed thou shouldit not ask forgiveness (For Cleopatra will not live to fce it) tilt,
Otaria then will have thee all her own, But thou prevent'st me still in all that 's noble. And bear thee in her widow'd hand to Cæfar. Yes, I will raise thee up with better news : Cæfar will weep, the crocodile will weep, Thy Violante's heart was ever thine ;
To see his rival of the universe Compeild 10 wed, because the was my ward, Lie ftilland peaceful there. I'll think no more on't. Her foul was absent when she gave her hand : Give me fome music; look that it be sad; Nor could my threats, or his pursuing courtship, I'll foothe my melancholy, till I swell Effect the consummation of his love :
And burft myfelf with fighingSo fill indulging tears, the pines for thee, 'Tis somewhat to my humour. Stay, I fancy A widow and a maid.
I'm now turn'd wild, a commoner of nature; Dor. Have I been cursing Heaven,while Heaven Of all to, jaken, and forfaking ail; bless'd me!
Live in a shady foreft's sylvan 1cène; I shall run mad with ecstasy of joy :
Stretch'd at my length beneath fome blasted oak, What, in one moment to be reconcil'd
I lean my head upon the mofly bark, To Heaven, and to my king, and to my love! And look just of a piece as I grew from it : But pity is my friend, and itops me fhort, My uncomb'd locks, marted like milletoe, For my uphappy rival. Poor Henriquez! Hang o'er my hoary face; a murm'ring brook
S:b. Art thou so generous too, to pity hiin? Runs at my footNay, then I was unjust to love him better. Vent. Methinks, 1 farcy Here let me ever hold thee in my arins ; Myself there too. And all our quarrels be but such as there, Ant. The herd come jumping by me, Who fall love beft, and closest fall cinbrace: Ind fearless quench their thirt while I lock on, Be what Henriquez was- be my alonzo. and take one for their icilow-ciuzen,
More of this image, more; it lulls my thoughts. Ant. I'll help thee I have been a man,VenuVint. I must diturb him; I can hold no longer. Vent. Yes, and a brave one : but [dius.
[Stands before him. Ant. I know thy meaning. Ait. (Staring up.] Art thou Ventidius? But I have lost my reason, have disgrac'd Vent. Are you Astouy?
The name of soldier, with inglorious eale. I'm liker what I was, than you to him In the full vintage of my flowing honours I left you last.
Sate Hill, and saw it prest by other hands. Ant. I'm angry.
Fortune came finiling to my youth, and woo'd it, Vent. So am I.
And purple greatness met my ripen'd years. Ant. I would be privato : leave me.
When first I came to empire, I was borne Veni. Sir, I love you,
On tides of people, crowding to my triumplas; And therefore will not leave you.
The wish of nations, and the willing world Ant. Will not Icare me?
Receivid me as its pledge of future peace. Where have you learnt that answer? Who am I? I was so great, so happy, lo belov’d,
Vint. My emperor; the man I love next Heaven. Fate could not ruin me; till I took pains, If I said more, I think 't were scarce a fin: And work'd against my fortune iid her from me, You 're all that's good and godhihe.
And turn'd her loose : yet still the came again. Ant. All that's wretched.
My careless days, and my luxurious nights, You will not leave me then?
At length have wearied her, and now the 's gone; Vint. 'Twas too pretumning
Gone, gone, divorc'd for ever! Help me, foldier, To say I would not: but I dare not leave you; To curse this madman, this industrious fool, And 'uis kind in you to chide me hence Who labour'd to be wretched. Pr’ythee curse me. So soon, when I to far have come to fee you. Vent. No.
Ant. Now thou hafi scon me, art thou satisfied: Ant. Why?
Of what you've done, 1co conscious of your failings;
Cure your distemper'd mind, and heal your
forAnt, By Heaven he weeps, poor good old man! 1. I know thou wouldst.
(tunes. he wetps!
Vent, I will
fint. I do, to fee officious love That caus'd 'em, full before ine.
Give cordials to the dead.
[friends l'ent. You would be lost then?
Try vour fortune. For my own griefs, but thine-nay, father Ant. I have to th’utmost. Doft ihou think me Vent. Emperor !
defperate Anit. Emperor! why that's the style of victory. Without jus cause? No, when I found all lost The conqu’ring foldier, red with unfelt wounds, Beyond repair, I hid me from the world, Salutes his general fo : but never more
And learnt to fccrn it here; which now I do Shall thar found reach my cars,
So heartily, I think it is not worth Vent. I warrant you.
The cost of keeping. Ant. Aetium, Actiuni! Om
V021. Cæfar thinks not fo: Vont. It sits too near you.
He'll thank you for the gift he could not take. Ant. Here, here it lies; a lump of lead by day; You would be kill'd like Tully, would you? Do And in my short, distracted, nightly ilumbers, Hold out your throat to Cæsar, and die tamely. The hag that rides my dreams.
Ant. No, I can kill myself; and so resolve. Vent. Out with it: give it vent.
Vent. I can die with you too, when time thall Ant. Urge not my Maame
ferve: I loft a battle.
But fortune calls upon us now to live, Vent. So has Julius done. (thou think'it; To fight, to conquer.
Ani. Thou favour'ít me, and speak'st not half Ant Sure thou drcam'ft, Ventidius. [hours For Julius fought it out, and lost it fairly : Vent No, 'tis you dream; you sleep away your But Antony
In defperate floth, mifcall'd philosophy. Vint. Nay, stop not.
Up, up, for honour's take; twelve legions wait you, Ant. Antony
And long to call you chief. By painful journeys (Well, thou wilt have it)-like a coward fled, I led 'em, patient both of meat and hunger, Fler while his foldiers fought; ficefirit, Ventidius. Down from the Parthian marches to the Nile. Thou long it to curfe me, and I give thee leave. 'Twill do you good to see their sun-burnt faces, 1 kow thou cam'ít prepar'd to rail,
Their scari'd cheeks, and chopt hands; there 's bent. I did.
virtue in 'em : 7
They 'll fell those mangled limbs at dearer rates What hinder'd me t' have led my conqu’ring eagles
To till Oétavius' bands? I could have been
A traitor then, a glorious, happy traicor,
And not have been so call’d.
Ant. Forgive me, soldier ;
I've been too paffionate.
[misid aids, Vent. You thought me false ;
Has left your sword no work.
Ant. I did not think fo;
I laid it in my rage : pr’ythee forgive me.
Why didst thou tempt my anger, by discovery
Of what I would not hear?
[hither Vent. No prince but you
Nor durft another man have venrur'd it :
But you, ere love milled your wand'ring eyes,
Were sure the chief and best of human race,
Fram'd in the very pride and boast of nature.
Ant. But Cleopatra-
Ant. Thou dar's not trust my passion; but thou
Pent. Heaven's blessing on your heart, for that
May I believe you love me? Speak again.
Lead me to victory, thou know'st the way.
Ant. Ventidius, I allow your tongue free licence And I will leave her; tho' Heaven knows I love
But I will leave her.
Vent. That's my royal master.
And shall we fight?
at the head of our old troops, that beat
The Parthians, cry aloud, Come, follow me!
Veni. O, now I hear my emperor! In that word
Octavius fell. Gods, let me see that day;
And, if I have ten years behind, take all ;
I'll thank you for the exchange.
Ant. I've done. In that last figh flie went;
men are cowards ; thou, an envious traitor ; Cæfar fhall know what 'tis to force a lover
Ani. O, thou hast fir'd me! my soul's up in arms,
And mans each part about me.
That eagerness, with which I darted upward
To Caffius' camp. In vain the steepy hill
Vent. Ye gods, ye gods,
Before this Roman healer. Eut, by the gods, For such another honour!
Before I go,
I'llip the malady,
And let tlie venom flow before your eyes.
Theo. Presuming Marcian!
Ev'n to this hour, I cannot call to mind
Mar. This may be true: yet if you give the § 30. Theodofius and Marcian.
To other hands, and your poor subjects suffer, Tico.
H A! what rash thing art thou, who Your negligence to them is as the cause.
O Thcodofius, credit me, who know
The world, and hear how foldiers censure kings; Against the fatal orders I have given,
In after-times, if thus you lhould go on, Thus to entrench on Cæsar's folitude,
Your memory by warriors will be icorn'd, And urge me to thy ruin?
As much as Nero or Caligula loath'd ; Mar. Mighty Cæsar,
They will defpife your floth, and backward ease, I have tranigrels'd; and for my pardon bow More than they hate the others' cruelty. To thee, as to the gods, when I offend : And what a thing, ye gods, is ícorn, or pity! Nor can I doubt your mercy, when you know Heap on me, Heaven, the hate of all mankind; The nature of my crime. I am commillion'd Load me with malice, envy, detestation ; From all the earth to give thee thanks and praises, Let me be horrid to all
apprehension, Thou darling of mankind! whole conqu’ring arms And the world shun me, so I 'Icape but fcorn. Already drown the glory of
Theo. Pr’ythee no more. Whose deeper reach in laws and policy
Mar. Nay, when the legions make comparisons, Makes wise Augustus envy thee in heaven! And say, Thus cruel Nero once refolv’d, What mean the Fates by such prodigious virtue : On Gaiba's insurrection, for revenge When scarce the inanly down yet shades thy face, To give all France as plunder to the army; With conquests thus to over-run the world, To poison the whole fedate at a feast; And make barbarians tremble. O ye gods! To burn the city, turn the wild bearts out, Should Definy now end thee in the bloom, Bears, lions, tigers, on the multitude; Mcthinks I see thee mouri'd above the loss That, fo obstructing those that quench'd the fire, Of lov'd Germanicus; thy funerals,
He might at once deftroy rebellious Roine-Like his, are folemniz'd with tears and blood. Theo. O cruclty! why tell it thou me of this Tbeo. How, Marcian!
Am I of such a barb'rous bloody temper? Mur. Yes, the raging multitude,
Mar. Yet some will tay, This fhuwd hic had a Like torrents, fet no bound to their mad grief; fpirit, Shave their wives' heads, and tear off their own However fierce, avenging, and pernicious, hair:
That favour'd of a Roman: but for you,
And never be one. O ye nnmortal gods !
Now, in the name of our great Romulus, Constantinople's loft, our empire 's ruin'd; Why sing you not, and fiddle too, as he did! Since he is gone, that father of his country, Why have you not,
like Nero, a Phonascus ? Since he is dead, o life, where is thy pleasure ? One to take care of your celestial voice? O Romne, O corquer'd world, -vhere is thy glory?" Lie on your back, my lord, and on your stomach Tbco. I know thee well, thy custom and ihy Lay a thin plate of lead, abstain from fruits;
And when the business of the stage is done, Thou did it upbraid me: but no more of this, Retire with your loose friends to costly banqucts, Not for thy life
While the lean army groans upou the ground. Mar. What's life without my honour? Tbeo. Leave me, I say, left I chastite thee; Could you transform yourtelf into a Gorgon, Hence, be gone, I fayOr make that beardleís face like Jupiter's, Mar. Not till you have heard me out. I would be heard in spite of all your thunder: Build too, like him, a palace lin'd with gold, O pois'r of guilt! you fear to Itand the test As long and large as that of th' Esquiline : Which Virtue Trings: like forcs your vices Incloie a pool too in it, like the sea, duke And at the einpirc's cost let navies meet;