Cleo. Courteous lord, one word: Sir, you and I muft part; (but that's not it,) And I am all forgotten. Ant. But that your Royalty Holds Idleness your fubject, I should take you Cleo. 'Tis fweating labour, To bear fuch idleness so near the heart; And all the Gods go with you! On your sword Ant. Let us go: come, Our feparation fo abides and flies, That thou, refiding here, goeft yet with me, [Exeunt. SCENE changes to Cæfar's Palace in Enter Octavius Cæfar reading a letter, Lepidus, and attendants. Caf. You may fees Lepidatural vice to hate One great Competitor. From Alexandria VOL. VI. Lep. Lep. I must not think, They're evils enough to darken all his goodness; Caf. You're too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not Amifs to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy, To give a Kingdom for a mirth, to fit And keep the turn of tipling with a flave, To reel the streets at noon, and ftand the buffet With knaves that smell of fweat; fay, this becomes him; (As his compofure must be rare, indeed, Whom these things cannot blemish;) yet must Antony No way excufe his foils, when we do bear ledge, in know Pawn their experience to their prefent pleasure, Enter a Mefenger. Lep Here's more news. Mef. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour, Most noble Cafar, fhalt thou have report Caf. I fhould have known no less; It hath been taught us from the primal State, (11) Goes to, and back, lacquying the varying tide, (12) Mef. Cæfar, I bring thee word, Menecrates and Menas, famous Pirates, Make the fea ferve them; which they ear and wound Caf. Antony, Leave thy lafcivious waffails; - When thou once (11) It hath been taught us from the primal State, That He, which is, was wish'd until he were: And the ebb d Man, ne'er lov'd till ne'er worth Love, Let us examine the Senfe of this in plain Profe." The earliest Histo"ries inform us, that the Man in fupreme Command was always. "wifh'd to gain that Command, till he had obtain'd it. And he, "whom the multitude has contentedly feen in a low Condition, when "he begins to be wanted by them, becomes to be fear'd by them". But do the Multitude fear a Man, because they want him? Certainly, we must read; Comes dear'd, by being lack'd. i. e. endear d, a Favourite to them. Befides, the Context requires this Reading; for it was not Fear, but Love, that made the People flock to Young Pompey, and that occafion'd this Reflexion. (12) Goes to, and back, lathing the varying Tide, To rot itself with Motion.] Mr. Warburton. How can a Flag, or Rufh, floating upon a Stream, and that has no Motion but what the Fluctuation of the Water gives it, be faid to lafh the Tide? This is making a Scourge of a weak ineffective Thing, and giving it an active Violence in its own power. All the old Editions read lacking. 'Tis true, there is no Senfe in that Reading; but the Addition of a fingle Letter will not only give us good Sense, but the genuine Word of our Author into the Bargain. Lackying the varying Tide, i. e. floating backwards and forwards with the Variation of the Tide, like a Page, or Lacquey, at his Waller's Heels. Q 2 Wert Wert beaten from Mutina, where thou flew'ft Did Famine follow, whom thou fought'ft against Which beasts would cough at. Thy Palate then did deign The rougheft berry on the rudeft hedge: Yea, like the ftag, when fnow the paftureeets, Lep. 'Tis pity of him. Caf. Let his fhames quickly Drive him to Rome; time is it, that we twain Lep. To morrow, Cæfar, I fhall be furnish'd to inform you rightly, Caf. 'Till which encounter, It is my business too. Farewel. Lep. Farewel, my lord: What you fhall know mean time of Stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, let me be partaker. Caf. Doubt it not, Sir, I knew it for my bond. Farewel. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE changes to the Palice in Alexandria. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian. Cleo. CHarmian, Char. Madam? Cleo. Ha, ha Char. Why, madam? give me to drink Mandragoras. Cleo. That I might fleep out this great gap of time, My Antony is away. Char. You think of him too much. Cleo. O, 'tis treafon. Char. Madam, I truft not fo. Cleo. Thou, eunuch, Mardian, Mar. What's your Highness' pleasure ? Cleo. Not now to hear thee fing. I take no pleasure In ought an eunuch has; 'tis well for thee, That, being unfeminar'd, thy freer thoughts Cleo. Indeed? Mar. Not in deed, Madam; for I can do nothing But what indeed is honest to be done : Yet have I fierce affections, and think, What Venus did with Mars. Cleo. Oh, Charmian! Where think'st thou he is now? stands he, or fits he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horfe? Oh happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Do bravely, horfe; for, wot'ft thou, whom thou mov'ft? The demy Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonet of man. He's fpeaking now, Or murmuring, "where's my ferpent of old Nile?" — (For fo he calls me ;) Now I feed my self With most delicious poifon. "Think on me, "That am with Phebus' amorous pinches black, "And wrinkled deep in time." Broad-fronted Cæfar, When thou waft here above the ground, I was |