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Before the Sun fhall fee's, we'll spill the blood
Enter the City, clip your wives, your friends,
To this great Faiery I'll commend thy acts,
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
Do fomething mingle with our younger brown, yet
A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
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 muit restore, as Mr. Warburton likewise prescribes ;
And let the Queen know of our Gests.
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 ceafe 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, favcuring Hand? He did not want his Captain to grow in Love
Kifs it, my warrior: he hath fought to day,
Cleo. I'll give thee, friend,
An armour all of gold; it was a King's.
SCENE changes to Cæfar's Camp.
Enter a Centry, and his Company. Enobarbus follows.
Is fhiny, and, they fay, we fhall embattel
By th' fecond hour i'th' morn.
I Watch. This last day was a fhrewd one to's.
2 Watch. What man is this?
Watch. Stand clofe, and lift him.
Eno. Be witnefs to me, O thou bleffed Moon,
with his Mistress, on Account of the Flavour and Luscioufnefs 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 an / to ufurp the place of an f, and lo vice versa.
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 Throw my heart Against the flint and hardnefs of my fault, Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, And finish all foul thoughts. Oh Antony, Nobler than my revolt is infamous, Forgive me in thine own particular; But let the world rank me in register A mafter-leaver, and a fugitive: Oh Antony! oh Antony!
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.
Cent. Swoons rather, for fo bad a prayer as his Was never yet for fleep.
I Watch. Go we to him.
2 Watch. Awake, Sir, awake, fpeak to us. i 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.
SCENE, between the two Camps.
Enter Antony, and Scarus, with their Army.
'HEIR preparation is to day by fea,
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
Upon the hills adjoyning to the City
Enter Cæfar, and his Army.
Cef. But being charg'd, we will be ftill by land, Which, as I take't, we fhall; for his best force Is forth to man his Gallies. To the vales, And hold our beft advantage. [Exeunt. [Alarum afar off, as at a fea-fight.
Enter Antony and Scarus.
Ant. Yet they are not join'd:
I'll bring thee word straight, how 'tis like to go. [Exit. Scar. Swallows have built
In Cleopatra's fails their nefts. The Augurs
SCENE changes to the Palace in Alexandria.
Ant. LL's loft! this foul Ægyptian hath betray'd
My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder
(49) Oh, Sun, thy uprife fhall I fee no more: Fortune and Antony part here, even here Do we shake hands-all come to this!-the hearts, (50) That pantler'd me at heels, to whom I gave Their wishes, do dif-candy, melt their fweets On bloffoming Cafar: and this pine is bark'd,
(49) Oh, Sun, thy Uprife fhall I fee no more:] Ajax in Sophocles, when he is on the point of killing himself, addreffes to the Sun' in a manner not much unlike This.
Σὲ δ ̓ ὦ φαεννῆς ἡμέρας τὸ νυ σέλας,
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 muft 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 Accepta
a bafe Slave;
when my old Wife liv'd, upon
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-
í 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.