Before the Sun fhall fee's, we'll fpill the blood Each man's like mine; you've fhewn yourselves all Enter the City, clip your wives, your friends, Tell them your feats, whilft they with joyful tears. Enter Cleopatra. To this great Faiery I'll commend thy acts, [To Scarus. Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day o'th' world, Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness, to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing." Cleo. Lord of Lords! Oh, infinite virtue! com'ft thou fmiling from Ant. My nightingale! We've beat them to their beds. What! Girl, though gray Do fomething mingle with our younger brown, yet ha'we A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can Kifs Queen to know of? Antony was to fight again on the morrow; and he had not yet faid a Word of marching to Alexandria, and treating his Officers in the Palace. We must restore, as Mr. Warburton likewise prescribes ; And let the Queen know of our Gefts. i. e. res gefta; our Feats, our glorious Actions. It is a Term, that frequently occurs in Chaucer; and, after him, in Spencer; nor did it cease to be current for fome time after our Author's Days. (48) Commend unto his Lips thy favouring Hand] Antony is here recommending One of his Captains, who had fought valiantly, to Cleopatra; and defires, he may have the Grace of kiffing her Hand. But why, favouring 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, An armour all of gold; it was a King's. Ant. He has deferv'd it, were it carbuncled Bear our hackt targets, like the men that owe them. To camp this Hoft, we all would fup together; That heav'n and earth may ftrike their founds together, SCENE changes to Cæfar's Camp. [Exeunt. Enter a Centry, and his Company. Enobarbus follows. Cent. F we be not reliev'd within this hour, If we not relievo wit Court of Guard; the Is fhiny, and, they fay, we shall embattel I Watch. This last day was a fhrewd one to's. 2 Watch. What man is this? Watch. Stand close, and lift him. Eno. Be witnefs to me, O thou bleffed Moon, When men revolted fhall upon record Bear hateful memory; poor Enobarbus did Before thy face repent. [night 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 Prefs than for anto ufurp the place of an ƒ, and Lo vice versa. Cent. Cent. Enobarbus? 3 Watch. Peace; hark further. Eno. Oh fovereign Mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night difpunge upon me, That life, a very rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, Forgive me in thine own particular; I Watch. Let's speak to him. Cent. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæfar. z Watch. Let's do fo, but he fleeps. [Dies. Cent. Swoons rather, for fo bad a prayer as his Was never yet for sleep. I Watch. Go we to him. 2 Watch. Awake, Sir, awake, speak to us. 1 Watch. Hear you, Sir? Cent. The hand of death has raught him. [Drums afar off. Hark, how the drums demurely wake the fleepers : Let's bear him to the Court of Guard; he is of note. Our hour is fully out. z Watch. Come on then, he may recover yet. Ant. SCENE, between the two Camps. [Exeunt. Enter Antony, and Scarus, with their Army. HEIR preparation is to day by sea, Scar. For both, my Lord. Ant. I would, they'd fight i'th' fire, or in the air, We'd fight there too. But this it is our foot Upon Upon the hills adjoyning to the City Enter Cæfar, and his Army. [Exeunt. Cef. But being charg'd, we will be ftill by land, Which, as I take't, we fhall; for his beft force Is forth to man his Gallies. To the vales, And hold our best advantage. [Exeunt. [Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight. Enter Antony and Scarus. Ant. Yet they are not join'd: Where yond pine ftands, I fhall discover all, I'll bring thee word straight, how 'tis like to go. [Exit. Scar. Swallows have built In Cleopatra's fails their nefts. The Augurs Say, they know not-they cannot tell-look grimly, [Exit. SCENE changes to the Palace in Alexandria. Ant. Enter Antony. LL's loft! this foul Egyptian hath betray'd me! My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder (49) Oh, (49) Oh, Sun, thy uprife fhall I fee no more: Do we shake hands-all come to this!the hearts, (49) Oh, Sun, thy Uprife shall I fee no more:] Ajax in Sophocles, when he is on the point of killing himself, addresses to the Sun in a manner not much unlike This. (50) Σὲ δ ̓ ὦ φαεννῆς ἡμέρας τὸ νοῦ σέλας, The Hearts, That pannell'd me at Heels, &c.] Pannelling at Heels must mean here, following: but where was the Word ever found in fuch a Sense? Pannell fignifies but three Things, that I know, in the English Tongue, none of which will fuit with the Allufion here requifite; viz. That Roll, or Schedule of Parchment on which the Names of a Jury are enter'd, which therefore is call'd empanelling; a Pane, or Slip of Wainfcott; and a Packfaddle for Beafts of Burthen. The Text is corrupt, and Shakespeare must certainly have wrote; That pantler'd me at Heels; i. e. run after Me like Footmen, or Pantlers; which Word originally fignified, the Servants who have the Care of the Bread; but is afed by our Poet for a menial Servant in general, as well as in its native Acceptation. a bafe Slave; A Hilding for a Liv'ry, a Squire's Cloth: when my old Wife liv'd, upon This Day She was both Pantler, Butler, Cook, Cymbeline. Winter's Tale. He would have made a good Pantler, he would have chip'd Bread well. 2 Henry IV. Mr. Warburton. To ftrengthen my Friend's ingenious Emendation, I'll throw in a Paf- 1' Henry IV. And there is another Paffage, in which, as here, he has turn'd the Subftantive into a Verb. will thefe moift Trees, That have out-liv'd the Eagle, page thy Heels, Timon of Athens. That |