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A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
Agr. Rare Ægyptian !
Eno. Upon her landing, Antony sent to her,
Agr. Royal Wench !
Eno. I saw her once
Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly.
Eno. Never, he will not.
Mec. (23) If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle
Agr. (23) If Beauty, Wisdom, Modesty, can settle
The Heart of Antony, Octavia is
A blessed Lottery to him.] Methinks, it is a very indifferent Compliment in Mecanas to call Oftavia a Lottery, as if she might turn op blank, as well as prove a Prize to Antony. Mr. Warburton inge
Agr. Let us go Good Enobarbus, make
felf Whilst you abide here. Eno. Humbly, Sir, I thank you. [Exeunt.
Enter Antony, Cæsar, Octavia between them. Ant. The world, and my great office, will some
Oeza. All which time,
Ant. Good night, Sir. My Ostavia,
Ofta. Good night, Sir.
Ant. If you can, your reason ?
Sooth. (24) I see it in my Notion, have it not in my Tongue ; but yet hie you to Ægypt again.
Ant. niously conjectur'd, that the Poet wrote as I have reform'd the Text: there being as much Difference between Lottery and Allottery, as between a present Designation and a future Chance. Our Poet has used the Word, again, in his As You like it.
therefore allow me such Exercises as may become a Gentleman, or give me the poor Allottery my Father left me by Teftament: with That I will
buy my Fortunes. (24) I see it in my Motion, have it not in my Tongue.] What Motion ? I can trace no Senle in this Word here, unless the Author were alluding to that Agitation of the Divinity, which Diviners pretend to when the Fit of Foretelling is upon them; but then, I think verily, he would have wrote, Emotion. I am perluaded, Shakespeare meant that the Soothsayer should say, he saw a Reason in his Thought or 'Opinion, tho he gare that Thought or Opinion no Utterance. So Hamlet says to Horatio and the Watch, when he enjoyns them to Secrecy about his Father's Apparition;
Ant. Say to me, whose fortune shall rise higher, Cæsar's or mine? Sooth. Cesar's. Therefore, oh Antony, stay not
by his side. (25) Thy Dæmon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is Noble, couragious, high, unmatchable, Where Cæsar's is not. But, near him, thy angel Becomes a Fear, as being o'erpower'd ; and therefore Make space enough between you.
Ant. Speak this no more.
Give it an Understanding, but no Tongue. And Notion is a Word which our Author frequently chuses, to express the mental Faculties.
Does Lear walk thus ? speak thus? where his Eyes?
Your Judgments, my grave Lords,
And all Things else, that might
Othello. (25) Thy Dæmon] Shakespeare calls That Dæmon in one Line, which he calls Angel in another : and This, I conceive, not accidentally, butknowingly. It is to be observ'd, that the antient Greek Authors always used the Word Dæmon in the Sense of God, Demi-god, or celestial Being ; and that it had not the signification of Devil, malignant or infernal Being, 'till after the Time of Christianity. Since that Period, it has been uled for Both; but by the Christian Writers most commonly in the latter Sense. This is the Reason, why Apuleius intitled one of his Tracts De Deô Socratis, and not, as it should have been more classically, De Dæmoniô Sacratis ; when the Question in the Book was whether a Dæmon, i. e. an inferior or Demi-god did not attend that Philosopher ; which he determines in the Affirmative. For had he done That, the Word Dæmon being become, since the preaching of the Gospel, fo odious, Socrates would have been esteem'd a Damoniac, or One possess’d with an Evil Spirit.
He beats thee 'gainst the odds. Thy lustre thickens,
Ant. Get thee gone :
Agr. Sir, Mark Antony
Lep. 'Till I shall see you in your Soldiers' dress,
Met. We shall,
Lep. Your way is shorter,
Both. Sir, good success.
SCENE changes to the Palace in Alexandria.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras and Alexas.
Enter Mardian the Eunuch. Cleo. Let it alone, let's to billiards : come, Charmian.
Char. My arm is fore, best play with Mardian.
Cleo. As well a Woman with an Eunuch play'd,
Mar. As well as I can, Madam.
Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up,
Cbar. 'Twas merry, when
Cleo. That time! oh times!
I wore his Sword Philippan.) We are not to suppose, nor is there any Warrant from History, that Antony had any particular Sword so callid. The dignifying Weapons, in this Sort, is a Cuftom of much more recent Date. This therefore seems a Compliment à pofteriori. We