Ride on the pants triumphing. Cleo. Lord of Lords! Oh, infinite virtue! com'ft thou fmiling from Ant. My nightingale ! [gray. We've beat them to their beds. What! Girl, though Do fomething 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, Cleo. I'll give thee, friend, An armour all of gold; it was a King's. Bear our hackt targets like the men that owe them. To camp this hoft, we would all fup together; That heav'n and earth may ftrike their founds to gether, Applauding our approach. SCENE [Exeunt. VII. Changes to Cæfar's Camp. Enter a Centry, and his Company. Enobarbus follows. F we be not reliev'd within this hour, Cent. I We must return to th' Court of Guard; the night Is fhiny, and, they fay, we fhall embattle By By th' fecond hour i'th' morn. I Watch. This laft day was a fhrewd one to's. 2 Watch. What man is this? 1 Watch. Stand clofe, and lift him. Eno. Be witnefs to me, O thou blessed moon, Bear hateful memory; poor Enobarbus did Cent. Enobarbus ? 3 Watch. Peace; hark further. Eno. Oh fovereign Miftrefs 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 Against the flint and hardnefs of my fault, Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, Forgive me in thine own particular; 1 Watch. Let's speak to him. Cent. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæfar. 2 Watch. Let's do fó, but he fleeps. [Dies. 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, 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. 2 Watch. Come on then, he may recover yet. Exeunt. Ant. Between the two Camps. Enter Antony, and Scarus, with their Army. TH 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; our foot Upon the hills adjoining to the City Shall ftay with us. Order for fea is given ; They have put forth the haven: further on, Enter Cæfar, and his Army. [Exeunt. Caf. 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. [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, 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. A My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder They caft their caps up, and caroufe together Oh, Sun, thy uprise fhall I see no more: Do we shake hands-all come to this! * the hearts, Enter Cleopatra. Ah! thou fpell! avant Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Love? Ant. Vanish, or I fhall give thee thy deferving, And blemish Cafar's Triumph. Let him take thee, -The hearts That Pannell'd me at heels, &c.] Thus the old Editions. But Shakespear 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 used by our Poet for a menial Servant in general, as well as in its native Acceptation. Warb. Ant. And hoift thee up to the fhouting Plebeians; 'Tis well, thou'rt gone; If it be well to live. But better 'twere, Led thee lodge Lichas on the horns o' th' Moon, [Exit. 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 so imboft. Char. To th' Monument, There lock yourself, and send him word you're dead: The foul and body rive not more in parting, Than Greatness 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 th' [Exeunt. Monument. Re-enter Antony, and Eros. Ant. EROS, thou yet behold'ft me. Ant |