We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot Shall ftay with us. Order for fea is giv'n; Enter Cæfar, and his Army. [Exeunt Caf. But being charg'd, we will be still 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 best advantage. [Exeunt. [Alarm afar off, as at a fea-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, And dare not fpeak their knowledge. Antony Is valiant, and dejected; and by starts, [Exit. SCENE changes to the Palace in Alexandria. Ant. A Enter Antony. LL's loft! this foul Egyptian hath betray'd me! My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder They caft their caps up, and caróufe together Like friends long loft. Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis thou Haft fold me to this Novice, and my heart Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly : For when I am reveng'd upon my charm, I have done all. Bid them all fly, be gone. Oh, Sun, thy uprife fhall I fee no more: Fertune and Antony part here, even here Do Do we shake hands all come to this!the hearts, Oh, this falfe foul of Egypt! this gay charm, Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home, Whose bosom was my Crownet, my chief end, Like a right Gipfy, hath at faft and loofe Beguil'd me to the What, Eros, Eros ! Ah! thou fpell! avant. Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his love? With her prepared nails. 'Tis well, thou'rt gone; That pannell'd me at Heels. &c.] Pannelling at Heels must mean here, following: but where was the Word ever found in fuck a Senfe? Pannel, 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 empannelling; a Pane, or Slip of Wainscot; and a Packfaddle for Beasts of Burden. 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 ufed by our Poet for a menial Servant in general, as well as in its native Acceptation. Mr. Warburton. H 2 Might Might have prevented many. Eros, hoa! Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o'th' Moon, Re-enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian. Cleo. Help me, my women! oh, he is more mad Than Telamon for his fhield; the boar of Theffaly Was never fo imbost. Char. To th' Monument, There lock yourself, and fend him word you're dead The foul and body rive not more in parting, Than greatnefs going off. Cleo. To th' Monument: Mardian, go tell him I have flain myself; And word it, pr'ythee, piteously. Hence, Mardian, And bring me how he takes my death. To tl' Monument. Re-enter Antony, and Eros. Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'ft me. Eros. Ay, noble Lord. [Exeunt. Ant. Sometime, we fee a cloud that's dragonith ;. A vapour, fometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, a blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air. Thou'ft feen thefe figns, They are black Vefper's pageants. Eros. Ay, my Lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, ev'n with a thought The rack diflimns, and makes it indiftinct As water is in water. `Eros. Eros. It does, my Lord. Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is Ev'n fuch a body; here I'm Antony, Yet cannot hold this yifible fhape, my knave. I made these wars for Egypt; and the Queen, Pack'd cards with Cafar, and false play'd my glory Nay, weep not, gentle Eras, there is left us Sh' has robb'd me of Mar. No, Antony, My mistress lov'd thee, and her fortune's mingled Ant. Hence, faucy Eunuch, peace, the hath betray'd me, And the fhall die the death. Mar. Death of one perfon can be paid but once, And that he has difcharg'd. What thou wouldst do, Is done unto thy hand; the laft the spake Was, Antony! most noble Antony! Then in the midft a tearing groan did break The name of Antony; it was divided Between her heart and lips; the rendred life, Thy name fo buried in her. Ant. Dead then? Mar. Dead. Ant. Unarm me, Eros, the long day's talk is done, And we must fleep; that thou depart'ft hence safe, Does pay thy labour richly; go. Off, pluck off; A [Exit Mardian. The feven-fold fhield of Ajax cannot keep D The battery from my heart. Oh, cleave, my fides! H 3 No No more a foldier-bruised pieces, go; [Unarming himself. You have been nobly borne ; -from me a while [Exit Eros. I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and And all the haunt be ours.-Come, Eros, Eros ! Eros. What would my Lord? I've liv'd in fuch difhonour, that the Gods Eros. The Gods with-hold me! Shall I do that, which all the Parthian darts, Ant. Eros, Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome, and fee Το |