Lie graveless; 'till the flies and gnats of Nile Ant. I'm fatisfied: Cæfar fets down in Alexandria, where I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Have knit again, and float, threatning moft fea-like. Cleo. That's my brave Lord. Ant. I will be treble-finew'd, hearted, breath'd, Cleo. It is my birth-day; 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 speak to them, and to night I'll force The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my Queen; There's lap in't yet. The next time I do fight, [Exeunt. Timon of Athens. Hamlet. Why, what a deal of candied Courtefie ! 1 Henry IV. Eno. No, let the candied Tongue lick abfurd Pomp; Eno. Now he'll out-ftare the lightning; to be fu rious, Reftores his heart; when valour preys on reason, [Exit. SCENE, Cæfar's Camp. Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, and Mecenas, with their Army. Cæfar reading a Letter. H E calls me boy, and chides as he had power Cæfar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know, Mec. Cæfar must think, When One fo Great begins to rage, he's hunted Caf. (43) Let our best heads Know that to morrow the laft of many battels Of That to morrow the last of Battles very 2 of Of those that ferv'd Mark Antony but late, SCENE, the Palace in Alexandria. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, with others. Ant. HE will not fight with me, Domitius. Ant. Why fhould he not? Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, He's twenty men to one. Ant. To morrow, Soldier, By fea and land I'll fight: or I will live, Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well? Ant. Well faid, come on: Call forth my houfhold fervants, let's to night Enter Servants. Be bounteous at our meal. Give me thy hand, And thou, and thou, and thou: you've ferv'd me well, Cleo. What means this? Eno. 'Tis one of those odd tricks, which Sorrow shoots Out of the mind. Ant. And thou art honeft too: I wish, I could be made so many men; of his own Civilities here, and fay, the intermediate Line is in his Ear a Verfe. But I have a better Opinion of his Ear than I have of his Industry, one of the Qualifications neceffary to a good Editor. A fmall Obfervation of the Meafure, mix'd with a little Diligence in collating, might have taught him to regulate the Lines, and to have avoided this hobbling, inharmonious, Moniler of a Verfe. And And all of you clapt up together in An Antony; that I might do you service, Omnes. 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, Cleo. What does he mean? Ene. To make his followers weep. 'May be, it is the period of your duty; Eno. What mean you, Sir, To give them this difcomfort? look, they weep. Ant. Ho, ho, ho! Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus! I fpake t' you for your comfort, did defire you Than death and honour. Let's to fupper, come, [Exeunt, SCENE, a Court of Guard before the Palace. I Sold. Enter a company of Soldiers. BRoth Rother, 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, Sir, good night. [They meet with other Soldiers. 2 Sold. Soldiers, have careful watch. 1 Sold. And you, good night, good night. [They place themselves in every corner of the stage. 2 Sold. Here, we; and if to morrow Our Navy thrive, I have an abfolute hope Our Landmen will stand up. 1 Sold. 'Tis a brave army, and full of purpose. [Mufick of the bautboys is under the ftage 2 Sold. Peace, what noife? 1 Sold. Lift, lift! 2 Sold. Hark! 2 Sold, No. I Sold. Peace, I fay: what fhould this mean? 2 Sold. 'Tis the God Hercules, who loved Antony, Now leaves him. I Sold. Walk, let's fee if other watchmen Do hear what we do. ་་ ... It fings well, does it not?] Sings well? Tho' this may poffibly be a technical Term, fometimes apply'd to inftrumental Mufick; yet we owe it here, as we do fo many other Abfurdities, to the Indolence or Ignorance of our modern Editors. The old Impreffions concur in reading, as I have reftor'd the Text; It fignes well, does it not? i. e. Is it a good Omen? Does it portend well to our General ? |