Ant. And thou art honeft too. I wish, I could be made fo many men ; An Antony; that I might do you service, Serv. The gods forbid! Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night: Scant not my cups; and make as much of me, As when mine empire was your fellow too, And fuffer'd my command. Cleo. What does he mean? Eno. To make his followers weep. May be, it is the period of your duty: Eno. What mean you, fir, To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep; 1 -or if, A mangled fhadow:] Or if you fee me more, you will fee me a mangled fhadow, only the external form of what I was. JOHNSON. The thought is, as ufual, taken from fir Thomas North's tranflation of Plutarch: "So being at fupper, (as it is reported) he commaunded his officers and household feruauntes that waited on him at his bord, that they should fill his cuppes full, and make as much of him as they could: for faid he, you know not whether you shall doe foe much for me to-morrow or not, or whether you fhall ferue an other maitter: and it may be you shall see me no more, but a dead bodie. This notwithstanding, perceiving that his frends and men fell a weeping to heare him fay fo, to falue that he had fpoken, he added this more vnto it; that he would not leade them to battell, where he thought not rather safely to returne with victorie, than valiantly to dye with honor." STEEVENS. 2 And the gods yield you for't!] i. e. reward you. See a note on Macbeth, A& I.fc. vi. and another on As you like it, A& V. sc. iv. STEEVENS. And And I, an afs, am onion-ey'd3; for fhame, Ant. Ho, ho, ho! Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus! Grace grow where thofe drops fall! My hearty friends, For I fpake to you for your comfort; did defire you Than death and honour". Let's to fupper; come, [Exeunt. 1. Sold. Brother, good night: to-morrow is the day. 2. Sold. It will determine one way: fare you well. Heard you of nothing ftrange about the streets? 1. Sold. Nothing: What news? 2. Sold. Belike, 'tis but a rumour: Good night to you. 1. Sold. Well, fir, good night. Enter two other Soldiers. 2. Sold. Soldiers, have careful watch. 3. Sold. And you: Good night, good night. [The first two place themselves at their pofts. 4. Sold. Here we [They take their posts. ]and if to-morrow Our navy thrive, I have an abfolute hope Our landmen will stand up. 3. Seld. 'Tis a brave army, and full of purpose. [Mufick of hautboys under the ftage: 3-onion-ey'd ;-] I have my eyes as full of tears as if they had been fretted by onions. JOHNSON. So, in the Birth of Merlin, 1662: "I fee fomething like a peel'd onion; "It makes me weep again." See p. 438, n. 4. MALONE. STEEVENS. 4 Grace grow where thofe drops fall!] So in K. Richard II: "Here did fhe drop a tear; here, in this place, "I'll fet a bank of rue, four berb of grace." STEEVENS 5- death and bonour.] That is, an honourable death. UPTON. 4. Sold, 4. Sold. Peace, what noife"? 1. Sold. Lift, lift! 2. Sold. Hark! 1. Sold. Mufick i' the air. 3. Sold. Under the earth. 4. Sold. It figns well?, does it not? 3. Sold. No. 1. Sold. Peace, I fay. What should this mean? 2. Sold. 'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony lov'd, Now leaves him. 1. Sold. Walk; let's fee if other watchmen Do hear what we do. [They advance to another poft. 2. Sold. How now, masters? 1. Sold. Ay; Is't not ftrange? [Several Speaking together. 3. Sold. Do you hear, matters? do you hear? 1. Sold. Follow the noise so far as we have quarter; Let's fee how it will give off. Sold. [Several speaking.] Content: 'Tis ftrange. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The fame. A Room in the Palace. Enter ANTONY, and CLEOPATRA; CHARMIAN, and Others, attending. Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros! 6 Peace, what noise ?] So, in the old translation of Plutarch : “Furthermore, the felfe fame night within litle of midnight, when all the citie was quiet, full of feare, and forrowe, thinking what would be the iffue and ende of this warre; it is faid that fodainly they heard a maruelous sweete harmony of fundrie fortes of inftruments of muficke, with the crie of a multitude of people, as they had bene dauntinge and had fong as they vie in Bacchus feaftes, with mouinges and turnings after the manner of the fatyres: & it feemed that this daunce went through the city vnto the gate that opened to the enemies, & that all the troupe that made this noife they heard, went out of the city at that gate. Now, fuch as in reafon fought the depth of the interpretacion of this wonder, thought it was the god vnto whom Antonius bare fingular deuotion to counterfeate and refemble him, that did forfake them." STEEVENS. 7 It figns well, &c.] i. e. it bodes well, &c. STEEVENS. Clee Cleo. Sleep a little. Ant. No, my chuck.-Eros, come; mine armour, Eros! Enter EROS, with armour. Come, good fellow, put thine iron on If fortune be not ours to-day, it is Cleo. Nay, I'll help too. What's this for? Ant. Ah, let be, let be! thou art The armourer of my heart:-Falfe, falfe; this, this. Ant, Well, well; We shall thrive now. Seeft thou, my good fellow Eros. Briefly, fir'. Cleo. Is not this buckled well? Ant. Rarely, rarely: He that unbuckles this, till we do please To doff it for our repofe, fhall hear a storm. 3-thine iron-] I think it should be rather, -mine iron. JoHNSON. Thine iron is the iron which thou haft in thy hands, i. e. Antony's armour. So, in K. Henry V. Henry'fays to a foldier, "Give me thy glove;" meaning Henry's own glove, which the foldier at that moment had in his hat. MALONE. 9 Nay, I'll help too, &c.] These three little fpeeches, which in the other editions are only one, and given to Cleopatra, were happily dif entangled by fir T. Hanmer. JOHNSON. In the old copy the words ftand thus. Cleo. Nay I'll help too, Antony. What's this for? Ah let be, let be; &c. Sooth, la, I'll help : Thus it must be. Sir Thomas Hanmer gave the words "What's this for?" to Antony; but that they belong to Cleopatra appears clearly, I think, from the fubfequent words, which have been rightly attributed to Antony. What's this piece of your armour for? fays the queen. Let it alone, replies Antony; "falfe, false; this, this." This is the piece that you pught to have given me, and not that of which you afk'd the use. Briefly, fir.] That is, quickly, fir. JOHNSON. VOL. VII. MALONE: More More tight 3 at this, than thou: Difpatch.-O love, Enter an Officer, armed. A workman in't.-Good morrow to thee; welcome: 1. Off. A thoufand, fir, Early though it be, have on their rivetted trim, And at the port expect you. [Shout. Trumpets flourish. Enter other Officers, and Soldiers. 2. Off. The morn is fair.-Good morrow, generals. All. Good morrow, general. Ant. 'Tis well blown, lads. This morning, like the spirit of a youth [kifles ber. And worthy fhameful check it were, to ftand [Exeunt ANT. EROS, Officers, and Soldiers. Char. Please you, retire to your chamber? Cleo. Lead me. He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæfar might [Exeunt. 3 More tight-] More expert, more adroit. See Vol. I. p. 211, n. g. their rivetted trim.] So, in K. Henry V. See Vol. V. p. 536, n. 5. MALONE. MALONE, 5 The morn is fair.-Good-morrow, general.] This speech in the old copy is erroneously given to Alexas. STEEVENS. Alexas had now revolted, and therefore could not be the fpeaker. See p. 549. 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