Imatges de pàgina

And all of you clapt up together in
An Antony ; that I might do you service,
So good as you have done.

Omnes. The Gods forbid !

Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to nights
Scant not my cups, and make as much of me
As when mine Empire was your fellow too,
And suffer'd my command.

Cleo. What does he mean?
Ene. To make his followers weep.

Ant. Tend me to night;
May be, it is the period of your duty:
Haply, you shall not see me more; or if,
A mangled shadow. It may chance to morrow,
You'll serve another master. I look on you,
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
I turn you not away; but like a mafter
Married to your good service, stay till death :
Tend me to night two hours, I ask no more,
And the Gods yield you for’t !

En. What mean you, Sir,
To give them this discomfort ? look, they weep.:
And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd; for shame,
Transform us not to women.

Ant. Ho, ho, ho!
Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus!
Grace grow, where those drops fall! my hearty friends,
You take me in too dolorous a sense ;
I fpake r' you for your comfort, did desire you
To burn this night with torches: know, my hearts,
I hope well of to morrow, and will lead you,
Where rather I'll expect victorious life,
Than death and honour. Let's to supper, come,
And drown consideration.

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SCENE, a Court of Guard before the Palace.


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Enter a company of Soldiers.
Rother, good night: to morrow is the day.

2 Sold. It will determine one way: Fare Heard you of nothing strange about the streets?

I Sold. Nothing: what news? 2 Sold. Belike, 'tis but a rumour : good night to you. I Sold. Well, Sir, good night.

[They meet with other Soldiers. ? Sold. Soldiers, have careful watch. i 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 thriře, I have an absolute hope Our Landmen will stand up. ! Sold. 'Tis a brave army, and full of purpose.

[Musick of the hautboys is under the stage 2 Sold. Peace, what noise? I Sold. Lift, list! 2 Sold. Hark! I Sold. (44) Musick i'th' air.

3 Sold. Under the earth. Įt signes well, do's it not?

2 Sold, No. I Sold. Peace, I say : what should this mean? 2 Sold. ?Tis the God Hercules, who loved Antony, Now leaves him.

I Sold. Walk, let's see if other watchmen Do hear what we do.

(44) i Sold. Mufick i'th' Air.. 3 Sold. Under the Earth.

It sings well, does it not ?] Sings well? Tho this may poffibly be a technical Term, sometimes apply'd to instrumental Musick ; yet we owe it here, as we do fo many other Absurdities, to the Indolence or Ignorance of our modern Editors. The old Impressions concur in reading, as I have restor’d the Text ;

It signes well, does it not? i. e. Is it a good Omen? Does it portend well to our General ?

2 Sold. How now, masters?

[Speak together. Omnes. How now? how now? do you hear this? 1 Sold. Is't not (trange? 3 Sold. Do you hear, masters ? do you

hear? í Sold. Follow the noise so far as we have quarter, Let's see how 'twill give off. Omnes. Content : 'tis strange.


SCENE changes to Cleopatra's Palace,

Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with others.
Ant. Eros, mine armour, Eros.
Cleo. Sleep a little.

Ant. No, my chụck : Eros, come, mine armour, Eros.

Enter Eros,
Come, my good fellow, put thine iron on;
If fortune be not ours to day, it is
Because we brave her. Come.

Cleo. Nay, I'll help too, Antony,
What's this for? ah, let be, let be; thou art
The armourer of my heart; — false, false; this, this ;
Sooth-la, I'll help : thus it must be.

Ant. Well, well, we shall thrive now;
Seeft thou, my good fellow? Go, pụt on thy defences,

Eno, Briefly, Şir,
Cleo. Is not this buckled well ?
Ant. Rarely, rarely:
He that unbuckles this, till we do please
To doff't for our repose, shall hear a storm.
Thou fumblest, Eros; and my Queen's a Squire
More tight at this than thou; dispatch. O Love!
That thou could'It see my wars to day, and knew'ft
The royal occupation; thou should'tt seç
A workman in't.

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Enter an armed Soldier. Good morrow to thee, welcome ; Thou look’st like him, that knows a warlike Charge: To business that we love we rise betime, And go to't with delight.

Sold. A thousand, Sir,
Early though’t be, have on their rivetted trim,
And at the Port expect you. [Shout. Trumpets flourish.

Enter Captains and Soldiers.
Cap. The morn is fair; good morrow, General !
All. Good morrow, General!

Ant. 'Tis well blown, Lads.
This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins becimes.
So, fo; come, give me that, this way well said.
Fare thee well, Dame, what c'er becomes of me,
This is a Soldier's Kiss: rebukeable,
And worthy shameful check it were, to stand
On more mechanick compliment : I'll leave thee
Now, like a man of steel. You, that will fight,
Follow me close, I'll bring you to't : adieu. (Exeunt,

Char. Please you to retire to your chamber?

Cleo. Lead me : He goes forth gallantly: That he and Cæfar might Determine this great war in single fight! Then, Antony, but now, -well, on. [Exeunt.

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Trumpets found. Enter Antony, and Eros; a Soldier

meeting them. Sold. (45)

HE Gods make this a happy day to
Antony !

Ant. (45) Eros. The Gods make This a happy Day to Antony !] 'Tis evident, as Dr. Thirlby likewise conjectur'd, by what Antony immediately replies, that this Line should not be placed to Eros, but to the Soldier, who, before the Battle of Aetium, advis’d Antony to try his Fate at Land.


Ant. Would, thou and those thy scars had once preTo make me fight at land!

(vail'd Eros, Hadst thou done so, The Kings, that have revolted, and the Soldier, That has this morning left thee, would have still Follow'd thy heels. Ant. Who's


this morning?
Eros. Who?
One ever near thee. Call for Enobarbus,
He shall not hear thee; or from Cæsar's Camp
Say, “I am none of thine.

Ant. What say'st thou?

Sold. Sir,
He is with Cæfar.

Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure
He has not with him.

Ant. Is he gone?
Sold. Most certain.

Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after, do it,
Detain no jot, I charge thee: write to him,
I will subscribe gentle adieus, and greetings :
Say, that I wish he never find more cause
To change a master. Oh, my fortunes have
Corrupted honest men! dispatch, my Eros. [Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Cæsar's Camp. Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, with Enobarbus, and Dolabella. Cal. GOP Win is Antony be took alive ;

O forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight: Make it so known.

Agr. Cæfar, I shall.

Cæf. The time of universal Peace is near ; Prove this a prosp'rous day, (46) the three-nook'd world Shall bear the Olive freely:

Enter Sold. Oh, noble Emperor, do not fight by Sea;

Trust not to rotten Planks; Do you misdoubt

This Sword, and these my Wounds ? (46)

the three-nook'd World Shall bear the Olive freely.] The Poet makes Cafar speak ac


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