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Caf. Bring him through the bands : :
Tbyr. Cæfar, I go.
Cæs. Observe, how Antony becomes his flaw;
Enter Antony, with the Ambasador.
Ant. The Queen thall then have courtelie,
Amb. He says fo.
Ant. Let her know't.
Cleo. That head, my lord ? - Ant. To him again; tell him, he wears the role Of youth upon him ; from which, the world should
Cæfar, thou hast subdu'd His judgment too.
Enter a Servant.
Cleo. What, no more ceremony? see, my women,
(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
Eno. He needs as many, Sir, as Cæfar has :
Cleo. Go on; right royal.
Thyr. He knows that you embrace not Antony
Cleo. He is a God, and knows
Eno. To be sure of that,
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. Molt kind messenger, (41)
Thyr. 'Tis your nobleft course:
Cleo. Your Cæfar's father oft,
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,
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,
Meal. for Meal.
i Henry IV.
Troilus, &c. &c.
· ? ? -
Enter Antony, and Enobarbus.
[Seeing Thyreus kiss ber banda What art thou, fellow?
Thyr. One that buç performs
Eno. You will be whipp'd.
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.
Ant. Moon and stars!
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,