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Caf. Bring him through the bands : :

[Exit Ambassador.
To try thy eloquence now 'tis time; dispatch,
From Antony win Cleopatra, promise ;' i.. [To Thyréus.
And, in our name, when the requires, add more,
From thine invention, offers. Women ate not
In their best fortúnes strong; but want will perjure
The ne'er-touch'd vestal. Try thy cunning, Thyreus ;
Make thine own ediêt for thy pains, which we
Will answer às à law.

Tbyr. Cæfar, I go.

Cæs. Observe, how Antony becomes his flaw;
And what thou think’ft his very action speaks
In every power that moves.
Thyr. Cefar, I shall.

SCENE changes to Alexandria.
Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charming and Iras.
Cleo. HAT shall we do, Enobarbus ?

, die.
Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this ?
Eno. Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his reason. What although you fed
From that great face of war, whose several ranges
Frighted each other? why should he follow you?
The itch of his affection Thould not then
Have nickt his captainthip; at such a point,
When half to half the world oppos’d, he being
The meered question. 'Twas a fhañe no less
Than was his lofs, to course your flying flags,
And leave his navý gazing.
Cleo. Pr'ythee, peace.

Enter Antony, with the Ambasador.
Ant. Is that his answer
Amb. Ay, my lord.

Ant. The Queen thall then have courtelie,
So she will yield us up.


Amb. He says fo.

Ant. Let her know't.
To the boy Cæfar send this grizled head,
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
With Principalities.

Cleo. That head, my lord ? - Ant. To him again; tell him, he wears the role Of youth upon him ; from which, the world should

Something particular; his coyn, ships, legions,
May be a coward's, whose ministers would prevail
Under the service of a child, as soon
As i'th' command of Cefar. I dare him therefore
To lay his gay comparisons apart,
And answer me declin’d, sword against sword,
Our selves alone; I'll write it, follow me.

[Exit Antony,
Eno. Yes, like enough; high-batteld Cæfar will
Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd to th' fhew
Against a fworder. - I see, mens judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes, and things outward ?
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To suffer all alike. That he thould dream,
Knowing all measures, 'the full Cæfar will.
Answer his emptiness!

Cæfar, thou hast subdu'd His judgment too.

Enter a Servant.
Ser. A messenger from Cæfar.

Cleo. What, no more ceremony? see, my women,
Against the blown rose may they stop their nose,
That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, Sir.
Eno. Mine honesty and I begin to square ; (40)


(40) Mine Honeyły and I begin to Square;

The Loyalty, well held to Fools, does make

Our Faith meer Folly: &c.] If I see any thing of the Poet's Sentiment in this Passage, Both the Text and Pointing are slightly deprav'd ; and, I think, I have reformd Both justly. After Enobarbus has said, that his Honesty and he begin to quarrel, (i. e. that his Reason thews him to be mistaken in

Tho' loyalty, well held, to fools does make
Our faith meer folly: yet he, that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fall’n lord,
Do's conquer him that did his master conquer,
And earns a place i'th' ftorý.

Enter Thyreus.
Cleo. Cæfar's Will ?
Thyr. Hear it apart.
Cleo. None but friends ; say boldly.
Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony,

Eno. He needs as many, Sir, as Cæfar has :
Or needs not us. If Cæsar please, our master
Will leap to be his friend; for as you know,
Whose he is, we are, and that's Cæsar's.

Thyr. So.
Thus then, thou most renown'd, Cæfar intreats,
Not to consider in what cafe thou stand'ft
Further than he is Cæfar.

Cleo. Go on; right royal.

Thyr. He knows that you embrace not Antony
As you did love, but as you fear'd him.
Cleo. Oh!

Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he
Do's pity, as constrained blemishes,
Not as deferv'd.

Cleo. He is a God, and knows
What is most right. Mine honour was not yielded,
But conquer'd meerly.

Eno. To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony.----Sir, thou’rt so leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
Thy dearest quit thee.

[Exit Eno.

his firm Adherence to Antony ;) he immediately falls into this generous Reflexion: “ Tho' Loyalty, stubbornly preserv'd to a Master in “ his declin’d Fortunes, seems Folly in the Eyes of Fools; (i. e, Men, “ who have not Honour enough to think more wisely ;) yet he, who

can be so obstinately loyal, will make as great a Figure on Record, as o the Conqueror.


Thyr. Shall I say to Gefar What you require of him? he partly begs, To be desir'd to give. It much would please him, That of his fortunés you would make a staff To lean upon. But it would warm his fpirits, To hear from me you had lcft Antony, And put your felf under his Throwd, the universal land

Cleo. What's your name?
Thyr. My name is Tbyreus,

Cleo. Molt kind messenger, (41)
Say to great Gæfar this; in Deputation
I kiss his conqu’ring hand: cell him, I'm prompe
To lay my Crown at's feet, and there to kneel.
Tell him, that from his all-obeying breath
I hear the doom of Ægypt.

Thyr. 'Tis your nobleft course:
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your hand.

Cleo. Your Cæfar's father oft,
When he hath mus'd of taking Kingdoms in,
(41) Most kind Messenger ;

Say to great Cæsar this in Disputation,

I kiss bis congu'ring hand :) Again, the Pointing and Text must be corrected. If the Sagacious Editors can reasonably expound Disputation, here, I allow them to see farther into a Milldone than I pretend to do. The Poet certainly wrote, (as Mr. Warburton likewise faw, we must restore ;').

Moft kind Messenger,
Say to great Cæfar this; in Deputation

I kiss his congu'ring hand : i. e. by Proxy ; I depute you to pay him that Duty in my Name. Our Author has employ'd this Word in sev'ral other Paffages.

Lent him our Terror, drejt him with our Love,
And giv'n bis Deputation all the Organs
Of our orin Pow'r.

Meal. for Meal.
And that bis Friends by Deputation
Could not so soon be drawn.

i Henry IV.
Of all the Facu’rites, that the absent King
In Deputation left behind him here.

Sometimes, great Agamemnon,
Thy topless Deputation he puts on.

Troilus, &c. &c.


· ? ? -
Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
As ic rain'd kifles.

Enter Antony, and Enobarbus.
Ant. Favours ! by Jove, that thunders.

[Seeing Thyreus kiss ber banda What art thou, fellow?

Thyr. One that buç performs
The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest
To have Command obey'd.

Eno. You will be whipp'd.
Ant. Approach thereah, you kite !

ah, you kite ! now, Gods and Devils ! Authority melts from me of late.When I cry'd, hoa! Like boys unto a muss, Kings would start forth, I'm Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him.

Enter Servants.
Eno. "Tis better playing with a lion's whelp,
Than with an old one dying.

Ant. Moon and stars!
Whip him: Were't twenty of the greatest Tribu-

taries That do acknowledge Cæfar, should I find them So fawcy with the hand of She herc, (what's her name, Since she was Cleopatra?) - whip him, fellows Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face, And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.

Thyr. Mark Antony i

Ant. Tug him away, being whipp'd, Bring him again : this Jack of Cæsar's shall Bear us an errand to him. [Exeunt with Thyreus. You were half blasted, ere I know you: ha! Have I my pillow left unpreft in Rome, Forborn the getting of a lawful race, And by a jem of women, to be abus:d By one that looks on Feeders? Cleo. Good my Lord,


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