Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony. Help me, my women; we must draw thee up- Ant. Oh, quick, or I am gone. Cleo. Here's fport indeed!how heavy weighs my Our ftrength is all gone into heaviness, That makes the weight. Had I great Juno's power, All. O heavy fight! Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying. Give me fome wine, and let me fpeak a little. Ant. One word, fweet Queen. Of Cafar feek your honour, with your fafety-oh- Ant. Gentle, hear me ; None about Cæfar truft, but Proculeius. Cleo. My refolution, and my hands, I'll truft; None about Cæfar. Ant. The miserable change, now at my end, My countryman: A Roman, by à Roman Cleo. Nobleft of men!-woo't die? [Antony dies No No better than a ftye? O fee, my women! The foldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls Beneath the vifiting moon. Char. Oh, quietness, Lady! Iras. She's dead too, our fovereign. Char. Lady.! Iras. Madam! Char. Oh Madam, Madam, Madam Iras. Royal Egypt! Empress! Char. Peace, peace, Iras. [She faints. Cleo. No more but a meer woman, and commanded By fuch poor paffion as the maid that milks, And does the meanest chares !It were for me Become a dog that's mad: Then is it fin, Ere death dare come to us? how do you, women ? And make death proud to take us. Come away, This cafe of that huge fpirit now is cold. [Exeunt, bearing off Antony's body. ACT A C T V. SCENE, Cæfar's Camp. (32) Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Mecænas, Gallus, and Train. CESAR. O to him, Dolabella, bid him yield; G Being fo fruftrate, tell him, He mocks the pauses that he makes. Dol. Cafar, I fhall. (33) [Exit Dolabella. (32) Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, and MENAS.] But Menas and Menocrates, we may remember, were the two famous Pirates link'd with Sextus Pompeius, and who affifted him to infeft the Italian Coaft. We no where learn, exprefly in the Play, that Menas ever attach'd himself to Octavius's Party. Notwithstanding the old Folio's concur in marking the Entrance thus, yet in the two places in the Scene, where this Character is made to fpeak, they are mark'd in the Margin, Mzc. fo that, as Dr. Thirlby fagaciously conjectur'd, we must cashier Menas, and substitute Mecanas in his Room. Menas, indeed, deferted to Cæfar no less than twice, and was preferr'd by him. But then we are to confider, Alexandria was taken, and Antony kill'd himself, Anno U. C, 723. Menas made the fecond Revolt over to Auguftus, U. C. 717: and the next Year was flain at the Siege of Belgrade in Pannonia, five Years before the Death of Antony. (33) Dol. Cæfar, I fball.] I make no Doubt, but it should be mark'd here, that Dolabella goes out. 'Tis reasonable to imagine, he should presently depart, upon Cafar's Command'; fe that the Speeches, placed to him in the Sequel of this Scene, must be transferr'd to Agrippa, or he is introduced as a Mute. Befides, that Dolabella fhould be gone out, appears from This, that when Cafar asks for him, he recollects that he had fent him on Business. Enter Enter Dercetas, with the faword of Antony. Caf. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that dar'ft Appear thus to us? Der. I am call'd Dercetas; Mark Antony I ferv'd, who beft was worthy To spend upon his haters. If thou please Caf. What is't thou fay'ft? Der. I fay, oh, Cafar, Antony is dead. Caf. The breaking of fo great a thing fhould make A greater crack. The round world fhould have fhook Lions into civil ftreets, and citizens Into their dens The death of Antony Is not a fingle doom, in that name lay Der. He is dead, Cafar, Not by a publick minifter of juftice, Nor by a hired knife; but that self-hand, Hath with the courage, which the heart did lend it, I robb'd his wound of it: behold it ftain'd Caf. Look you fad, friends: The Gods rebuke me, but it is a tiding To wash the eyes of Kings! Agr. And ftrange it is, That nature muft compel us to lament Our most perfifted deeds. Mec. His taints and honours Weigh'd equal in him. Agr. A rarer fpirit never Did fteer humanity; but you Gods will give us Mee. Mec. When fuch a fpacious mirror's fet before him, He needs must fee himself. Caf. O Antony! I've follow'd thee to this -but we do lance Diseases in our bodies. I must perforce Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends, Egypt. A poor Egyptian yet; the Queen my mistress, Confin'd in all the has, (her monument) Of thy intents defires inftruction; That the preparedly may frame herself Gaf. Bid her have good heart; She foon fhall know of us, by fome of ours, Determine for her. For Cæfar cannot live, Egypt. May the Gods preferve thee! Caf. Come hither, Proculeius; go, and fay, [Exit. Fre |