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Ant. Now, my dearest Queen,
Cleo. I know, by that same eye, there's some good
Ant. The Gods hest know,
Cleo. O, never was there Queen
Cleo. Why should I think, you can be mine, and true, Though you with swearing shake the throned Gods, Who have been false to Fulvia? riotous madness, To be entangled with these mouth-made vows, Which break themselves in swearing!
Ant. Most sweet Queen,
Cleo. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going, But bid farewel, and go: when you sued ftaying, Then was the time for words; no going, then ; Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent, none our parts fo poor, But was a-race of heav'n. They are so still, Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world, Art turn’d the greatest liar.
Ant. How, now, lady?
Cleo. I would I had thy inches, thou should't know, There were a heart in Ægypt.
Ant. Hear me, Queen; The strong necessity of time commands Our services a-while; but my full heart Remains in use with you. Our Italy Shines o'er with civil swords; Sextus Pompeius Makes his approaches to the port of Rome. Equality of two domestick pow'rs Breeds scrupulous faction; the hated, grown to strength,
Are newly grown to love : the condemnd Pompey,
Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom,
Ant. She's dead, my Queen.
Cleo. O most false love!
Ant. Quarrel no more, but be prepar'd to know
(4) My more particular,
And that which most with you should save my Going,
Is Fulvia's Deaib.] Thus all the more modern Editions: the first and second Folio's read, safe : All corruptedly. Antony is giving several Reasons 'to Cleopatra, which make his Departure from Ægypt absolutely necefsary; most of them, Realons of State; but the Death of Fulvia, his Wife, was a particular and private Call, which demanded his Presence in Italy. But the printed Copies would rather make us believe, that Fulvia's Death should prevent, or save him the Trouble of going. The Text, in this respect, I dare engage, runs counter to its Master's Meaning. Cleopatra is jealous of Antony's Absence and suspicious that he is seeking Colours for his Going. Antony replies to her Doubts, with the Reasons that obliged him to be absent for a Time; and tells her, that, as his Wife Fulvia is dead, and so she has no Rival to be jealous of, that Circumstance should be his best Plea and Excuse, and have the greatest Weight with her for his going. Who does not fee now, that it ought to be read as I have reform'd the Text?
That quickens Nilus' flime, I go from hence
Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come;
Ant. My precious Queen, forbear,
Cleo. So Fulvia told me.
Ant. You'll heat my blood ; ,no more.
Still he mends :
Ant. I'll leave you, lady.
Cleo. Courteous Lord, one word ;
Ant. But that your royalty
Cleo. 'Tis sweating labour,
hence, Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly, And all the Gods go with you! On your
sword Sit lawrell’d victory, and smooth success Vol. VII.
Be strew'd before
[Exeunt. SCENE changes to Cæsar's Palace in Rome. Enter Octavius Cæsar reading a letter, Lepidus, and
uchsafe to think that he had partners. You shall there find a man, who is the abstract Of all faults all men follow.
Lep. I must not think,
Cæs. You're too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not
That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud
Enter a Mesenger.
Mef. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour, Most noble Casar, shalt thou have report How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea, And, it appears, he is belov'd of those That only have fear'd Cæfar: to the ports The discontents repair, and mens reports Give him much wrong'd.
Caf. I should have known no less; It hath been taught us from the primal state, (5) That he, which is, was wish'd, until he were: And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd till ne'er worth love, Comes dear’d, by being lack'd. This common body, Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to, and back, lacquying the varying tide, (6) To rot itself with motion.
Mef. (5) It hath been taught us from the primal State,
That be, wbich is, was wish'd until be were:
Comes fear'd, by being lack'd.] Let us examine the Sense of this in plain Prose. " The earliest « Histories inform us, that the Man in fupreme Command was " always wished to gain that Command, till he had obtained it. “ And he, whom the multitude has contentedly seen in a low. Con“ dition, when he begins to be wanted by them, becomes to be « fear'd by them". But do the Multitude fear a Man, because they want him? Certainly, we must read;
Comes dear’d, by beirg lack’d. i. e. endeared, a Favourite to them. Besides, the Context requires this Reading; for it was not Fear, but Love, that made the People flock to Young Pompey, and that he occasioned this Reflection.
Mr. Warburton. (6) Goes to, and back, lafhing the warying Tide, To rot itself with Motion, E 2