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Enter a Messenger,
cés. Go, charge, Agrippa ;
Enter a Soldier of Cæfar's.
Eno. I give it you.
Sold. Mock me not, Enobarbus,
seek cording to the Geography of those Days ; Europe, Aha, and Africk making but three Angles of the Globe : and the American Parts not be ing then discover'd.
Some ditch, where I may die; the foul'st best fits
[Exit. SCENE, before the Walls of Alexandria. Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa.
Etire, we have engag'd our selves too far:
Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression Exceeds what we expected.
[Exit. Ålarum. Enter Antony, and Scarus wounded. Scar. O my brave Emperor! this is fought, indeed; Had we done so at first, we had droven them home With clouts about their heads.
Ant. Thou blecd'st apace.
Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T,
Ant. They do retire.
yet Room for six scotches more.
Scar. Let us score their backs,
Ant. I will reward thee
[Exeunt. Alarum. Enter Antony again in a March, Scarus
with others. Ant. We've beat him to his Camp; (47) run One be
fore, And let the Queen know of our Gests; to morrow,
run One before, And let the Queen know of our Guests.] What Guests was the
Before the Sun shall see's, we'll spill the blood
Cleo. Lord of Lords !
Ant. My nightingale !
gray Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet
ha’we A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man, (48) Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand;
Kiss Queen to know of? Antony was to fight again on the morrow; and he had not yet said a Word of marching to Alexandria, and treating his Oficers in the Palace, We muit restore, as Mr. Warburton likewise prescribes;
And let the Queen know of our Gests. į. e. res geste; our Feats, our glorious A&tions. It is a Term, that frequently occurs in Chaucer; and, after him, in Spencer; nor did it cease to be current for some time after our Author's Days.
(48) Commend unto his Lips thy favouring Hand.] Antony is here rz. commending one of his Captains, who had fought valiantly, to Cleopa. tra; and desires, he may have the Grace of kising her Hand.
But why, Javçuring Hand? He did not want his Captain to grow in Love
Kiss it, my warrior: he hath fought to day,
Cleo. I'll give thee, friend,
Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled
SCENE changes to Cæsar's Camp.
Enter à Gentry, and his Company. Enobarbus follows. Cent. F we be not reliev'd within this hour,
.; the Is shiny, and, they say, we shall embattel [night By th' second hour i'th' morn.
1 Watch. This last day was a shrewd one to's.
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. with his Mistress, on Account of the Flavour and Lusciousness of her Hand; but only to have a Reward of Honour from the Queen for his good Service. I therefore believe, the Poet wrote;
Commend unto his Lips thy favouring Hand. Tho' none of the printed Copies countenance this Reading, yet nothing is more common at Press than for an s to usurp the place of an f, and to vice versa.
Éno. Oh sovereign Mistress of true melancholy,
[Dies. i Watch. Let's speak to him.
Cent. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæfar.
2 Watch. Let's do so, but he sleeps.
Cent. Swoons rather, for fo bad a prayer as his
I Watch. Go we to him.
[Drums afar off Hark, how the drums demurely wake the sleepers : Let's bear him to the Court of Guard; he is of note. Our hour is fully out. 2 Watch. Come on then, he may recover yet.
[Exeunt. SCENE, between the two Camps.
Enter Antony, and Scarus, with their Army.
We please them not by land.
Ant. I would, they'd fight i'th' fire, or in the air, We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot