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А с т v. SCENE, Cæsar's Camp. . (32) Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, Dolabella, Mecænas,

. Gallus, and Train.

CÆ 3. A B. . . n o to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;

Being so frustrate, tell him,

He mocks the pauses that he makes.
Dol. Cæfar, I shall. (33) · [Exit Dolabella.

(32) Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, Dolabella, and MENAS.] But Menas and Menocrates, we may remember, were the two fa. mous Pirates link'd with Sextus Pompeius, and who affifted him to infeft the Italian Coast. We no where learn, exprenly in the Play, that Menas ever attach'd himself to Odavius's Party.. Notwithstanding the old Folio's concur in marking the En. trance thus, yet in the two places in the Scene, where this Character is made to speak, they are mark'd in the Margin, Mec. fo that, as Dr. Tbirlby fagaciously conjectur'd, we must cashier Menas, and substitute Mecenas in his Room. Menas, indeed, deserted to Cæfar no less than twice, and was preferr'd by him. But then we are to consider, Alexandria was taken, and Antony kill'd himself, Anno U. C, 723. Menas made the second Revolt over to Auguftus, U. C. 717: and the next Year was Nain at the Siege of Belgrade in Pannonia, five Years before the Death of Antony.

(33) Dol. Cæfar, I fall.] I make no Doubt, but it Mould be mark'd here, that Dolabella goes out. 'Tis reasonable to ima. gine, he mould presently depart, upon Cafar's Command; le that the Speeches, placed to him in the Sequel of this Scene, must be transferr'd to Agrippa, or he is introduced as a Mute. Besides, that Dolabella should be gone out, appears from This, that when Cafar asks for him, he recollects that he had fent him on Business.


Enter Dercetas, with the sword of Antony. Cæs. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that

dar'ft Appear thus to us?

Der. I am call'd Dercetas;
Mark Antony I ferv'd, who best was worthy
Best to be serv'd; whilft he stood up, and spoke,
He was my master, and I wore my life
To spend upon his haters. If thou please
To take me to thee, as I was to him
I'll be to Cafar : If thou pleaseft not,
I yield thee up my life.
°Cæs. What is’t thou fay'?
Der. I say, oh, Cæfar, Antony is dead.

Cæf. The breaking of fo great a thing fhould make
A greater crack. The round world should have look
Lions into civil streets, and citizens
Into their dens .The death of Antonin
Is not a fingle doom, in that name lay
A moiety of the world.

Der. He is dead, Cæfar,
Not by a publick minister of justice,
Nor by a hired knife ; but that self-hand,
Which writ his honour in the acts it did,
Hath with the courage, which the heart did lend it,
Splitted the heart. This is his sword,
I robb'd his wound of it: behold it ftain'd
With his moft noble blood.

Cæf. Look you fad, friends :
The Gods rebuke me, but it is a tiding
To wash the eyes of Kings!

Agr. And strange it is,
That nature must compel us to lament
Our most perfifted deeds.

Mec. His taints and honours
Weigh'd equal in him.

Agr. A rarer spirit never
Did Iteer humanity; but you Gods will give us
Some faults to make us men. Cæfar is touch'd.


Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before him, He needs mult fee himself.

Caf. O Antony !
I've follow'd thee to this but we do lance
Diseases in our bodies. I must perforce
Have shewn to thee such a declining day,
Or look on thine ; we could not stall together
In the whole world. But yet let me lament
With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts,
That thou my brother, my competitor
In top of all design, my mate in Empire,
Friend and companion in the front of war,
The arm of mine own body, and the heart
Where mine its thoughts did kindle ; that our stars,
Unreconcileable, thould have divided :
Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends,
But I will tell you at some meeter season. -
The business of this man looks out of him,
We'll hear him what he fays. Whence are you?

Enter an Égyptian.
Ægypt. A poor Ægyptian yet; the Queen my mistress,
Confind in all the has, (her monument)
OF thy intents defires inftruation ;
That she preparedly máy frame herself
To th' way she's forc'd to.

Caf. Bid her have good heart;
She foon shall know of us, by some of ours,
How honourably and how kindly we
Determine for her. For Cæfar cannot live,

To be ungentle.
Ægypt. May the Gods preserve thee !

[Exit. Cæs. Come hither, Proculeius; go, and fay, We purpose her no shame; give her what comforts The quality of her passion Mall require; Left in her greatness by some mortal stroke She do defeat us: for her life in Rome Would be eternal in our triumph. Go, And with your speediest bring us what she says, And how you find of her.

Pro. Cæfar, I shall. , (Exit Proculeius. : Caf. Gallus, go you along ;-where's Dolabella, To second Proculeius !

[Exit Gallus. All. Dolabella!

Cæs. Let him alone ; for I remember now,
How he's employ'd: he shall in time be ready.
Go with me to my Tent, where you shall fee
How hardly I was drawn into this war;
How calm and gentle I proceeded still
In all my writings. Go with me, and see
What I can shew in this.

[Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Monument. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian, and se

leucus, above.
Cleo. M Y desolation does begin to make

| A better life ; 'tis paltry to be Cæfar:
Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, .
A minister of her Will, and it is great
To do that thing, that ends all other deeds;
Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change;
Which sleeps, and never palates more the Dugg :-
The beggar's nurse, and Cæfars.

Enter Proculeius.
Pro. Cafar sends Greeting to the Queen of Ægypt,
And bids thee study on what fair demands
Thou mean'st to have him grant thee.

Cleo. What's thy name?
Pro. My name is Proculeius.
Cleo. Antony
Did tell me of you, bade me trust you, but
I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd,
That have no use for trusting. If your mafter
Would have a Queen his beggar, you muft tell him,
That Majesty, to keep decorum, must
No less beg than a Kingdom ; if he please
To give me conquer'd Ægypt for my Son,
He gives me fo much of mine own, as I

Will kneel to him with thanks.

Pro. Be of good cheer :
You're fal'n into a princely hand, fear nothing;
Make your full ref'rence freely to my lord,
Who is so full of grace, that it flows over
On all that need. Let me report to him
Your sweet dependency, and you shall find
A Conqu’ror that will pray in aid for kindness, .
Where he for grace is kneel'd to..

Cleo. Pray you, tell him,
I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him
The Greatness he has got. I hourly learn
A doctrine of obedience, and would gladly
Look him i'th' face.

Pro. This I'll report, dear lady.
Have comfort, for, I know, your plight is pity'd
Of him that caus’d it.

[Here Gallus, and Guard, afcend the Monument by

a Ladder, and enter at a back Window.
Gall. You see, how easily she may be furpriz’d. (34)
Pro. Guard her, 'till Cæjar come.
Iras. O Royal Queen! .
Char. Oh Cleopatra! thou art taken, Queen.
Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands.

.: [Drawing a Dagger. [The Monument is oper'd; Proculeius rushes in, and

difarms the Queen. (34) Char. You See bow easily be may be surpriz'd,]. Here Cbarmian, who is ro faithful as to die with her Mistress, by the stupidity of the Editors is made to countenance and give Directions for her being surpriz'd by Cafar's Messengers. But this Blunder is for want of knowing, or observing, the histori. cal Fact. When Cæfar sent Proculeius to the Queen, he sent Gallus after him with new Instructions: and while one amused Cleopatra with Propositions from Cæfar, thro' Cranies of the Monument; the other scaled it by a Ladder, entred at a Window backward, and made Cleopatra, and those with her, Prisoners. I have reformed the Paffage therefore, (as, I am per• suaded, the Author design'd it ;) from the Authority of Plztarcb,


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