Beftow'd his lips on that unworthy place, As it rain'd kiffes. Enter Antony, and Enobarbus. Ant. Favours! by Jove, that thunders. What art thou, fellow [Seeing Thyreus kifs her hand. Thyr. One that but performs The bidding of the fullest man, and worthieft Eno. You will be whipp'd. Ant. Approach there ah, you kite! now, Gods and Devils! Authority melts from me of late.-When I cry'd, hoa! I'm Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him. 1 Eno. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp, Than with an old one dying. Ant. Moon and ftars!. Whip him :-Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries Ant. Tug him away; being whipp'd, Bring him again: this Jack of Cafar's fhall [Exeunt with Thyrẻus. You were half blasted, ere I knew you: ha! Ant. You have been a boggler ever. But when we in our vicioufnefs grow hard, To our confufion.. 1 Cleo. Oh, is't come to this? Ant. I found you as a morfel, cold upon Dead Cafar's trencher: nay, you were a fragment Luxuriously pickt out. For, I am fure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is. 訾 Cleo. Wherefore is this? Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, And fay, God quit you, be familiar with My play-fellow, your hand; this kingly feal, And plighter of high hearts! Upon the hill of Bafan, to out-roar The horned herd, for I have favage cause! A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank Re-enter a Servant, with Thyreus. Serv. Soundly, my Lord. Ant. Cry'd he and begg'd a 'pardon? Serv. He did ask favour. Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou waft not made his daughter; and be thou forry To follow Cafar in his triumph, fince Thou haft been whipp'd for following him. Henceforth, Shake to look on't.Go, get thee back to Gafar, Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires My speech, and what is done, tell him, he has Cleo. Have you done yet :? [Exit Thyreus. Ant. Alack, our terrene moon is now eclips'd, Ant. To flatter Cafar, would you mingle eyes Cleo. Not know me yet? Ant. Cold-hearted toward me! Cleo. Ah, dear, if I be fo, From my cold heart let heav'n ingender hail, Ant. I'm fatisfied: Cæfar fets down in Alexandria, where I will oppofe his fate. Our force by land Have knit again, and float, threatning most sea-like. (26) By the difcattering of this pelleted Storm,] This Reading we owe first, I prefume, to Mr. Rozve: and Mr. Pope has very faithfully fallen into it. The old Folio's read, difcandering: from which Corruption both Dr. Thirlby and I faw, we must retrieve the Word with which I have reformed the Text. Cleopatra's Wifh is this; that the Gods would ingender Hail, and poifon it; and that as it fell upon hef and her fubjects, and melted, their Lives might determine, 'as that diffolved and difcandied the congealing of the Water into Hail he metaphorically calls candying and it is an Image he is fond of, in several other Paffages. Where Where haft thou been, my heart? doft thou hear, lady? If from the field I fhould return once more To kifs thefe lips, I will appear in blood; I and my fword will earn my chronicle; Cleo. That's my brave Lord. Ant. I will be treble-finew'd, hearted, breath'd, Were nice and lucky, men did ranfome lives ut.4 Cleo. It is my birth-day; H I had thought t'have held it poor: But fince my Lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.. Ant. We will yet do well. Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my Lord. Ant. Do fo, we'll fpeak to them, and to-night I'll force The wine peep through their fears. Come on, my Queen; There's fap in't yet. The next time I do fight, I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his peftilent fcythe. [Exeunt. Reftores his heart; when valour preys on reafon,, [Exit. ACT A C T IV. SCENE,Cæfar's Camp. Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, and Mecenas, with their Army. Cæfar reading a Letter. HE f CÆSAR. E calls me boy; and chides, as he had power I have many other ways to die: mean time, Mec. Cæfar muft think, When one fo great begins to rage, he's hunted Give him no breath, but now Make boot of his diftraction: never anger Caf. Let our best heads Know, that to-morrow the laft of many battles SCENE, the Palace in Alexandria. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, with others. Ant. H E will not fight with me, Domitius. Ant. Why should he not? Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, He's |