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Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,
Enter a Soldier of Cæsar's.
Eno. I give it you.
Mock me not, Enobarbus.
[Exit Soldier. Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth, And feel I am so most.
O Antony, Thou mine of bounty, how would'st thou have paid My better service, when my turpitude Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart:9 If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't, I feel.' I fight against thee ! – No: I will go seek Some ditch, wherein to die; the foul'st best fits My latter part of life.
+ Mr. Malone omits that.
8 And feel I am so most.] i. e. I am pre-eminently the first, the greatest villain of the earth. To stand alone, is still used in that sense, where any one towers above his competitors. And feel I am so most, must signify, I feel or know it myself, more than any other person can or does feel it. REED.
This blows my heart :) This generosity, (says Enobarbus,) swells my heart, so that it will quickly break, if thought break it not, a swifter mean.
but thought will do't, I feel.] Thought, in this passage, as in many others, signifies melancholy.
Field of Battle between the Camps.
Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA, and
Alarum. Enter Antony and SCARUS, wounded.
Thou bleed'st apace.
They do retire.
Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage serves
Let us score their backs,
I will reward thee
I'll halt after. (Ereunt.
and our oppression - ] i. e. the force by which we are oppressed or overpowered.
Under the Walls of Alexandria.
Alarum. Enter ANTONY, marching; Scarus, and
Forces. Ant. We have beat him to his camp; Run one before, And let the queen know of our guests. — To-morrow, Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all; For doughty-handed are you ; and have fought Not as you serv'd the cause, but as it had been Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors, Enter the city, clip your wives", your friends, Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss The honour'd gashes whole. - Give me thy hand;
Enter CLEOPATRA, attended.
Lord of lords !
clip your wives,] To clip is to embrace. * To this great fairy-] Mr. Upton has well observed, that fairy, which Dr. Warburton and Sir T. Hanmer explain by inchantress, comprises the idea of power and beauty. Johnson.
- proof of harness -] i. e. armour of proof. Harnois, Fr. Arnese, Ital.
The world's great snare -) i. e. the war.
We have beat them to their beds. What, girl ? though
grey Do something mingle with our brown t; yet have we A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can Get goal for goal of youth?. Behold this man; Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand ; Kiss it, my warrior: - He hath fought to-day, As if a god, in hate of mankind, had Destroy'd in such a shape. Cleo.
I'll give thee, friend, An armour all of gold; it was a king's.
Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled Like holy Phæbus' car. Give me thy hand; Through Alexandria make a jolly march ; Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them :8 Had our great palace the capacity To camp this host, we all would sup together; And drink carouses to the next day's fate, Which promises royal peril. - Trumpeters, With brazen din blast you the city's ear; Make mingle with our rattling tabourines; That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together, Applauding our approach.
†“our younger brown ;" — Malone.
i Get goal for goal of youth.] At all plays of barriers, the bounddary is called a goal; to win a goal, is to be a superior in a contest of activity.
8 Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them:] i.e. hack'd as much as the men to whom they belong; or perhaps, Bear our hack'd targets with spirit and exultation, such as becomes the brave warriors that own them.
tabourines ;) A tabourin was a small drum. It is often mentioned in our ancient romances.
Sentinels on their post. Enter ENOBARBUS.
1 Sold. If we be not reliev'd within this hour,
This last day was
O, bear me witness, night,
Stand close, and list to him. + Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon, When men revolted shall upon record Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did Before thy face repent ! I Sold.
Enobarbus! 3 Sold. Hark further.
Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, 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 » Against the flint and hardness of my fault; Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,
the court of guard:] i.e. the guard-room, the place where the guard musters. The same expression occurs again in Othello. + " list him.” — MALONE.
disponge upon me:) i. e. discharge, as a sponge, when squeezed, discharges the moisture it had imbibed. STEEVENS.
Throw my heart - ] The pathetick of Shakspeare too often ends in the ridiculous. It is painful to find the gloomy dignity of this noble scene destroyed by intrusion of a conceit so far-fetched and unaffecting. Johnson.