Make mingle with our rattling tabourines, That hea 'n and earth may trike their founds to gether, Applauding our approach. SCENE [Exeunt VIII. Changes to Cæfar's Camp. Enter a Sentry and his Company. Enobarbus follows. Sent. If we be not reliev'd within this hour, We must return to th' court of guard; the night Is shiny, and, they say, we fhall embattle By the fecond hour i' th' morn. Watch. This laft day was a fhrewd one to's.. Eno. O bear me witnefs, night! 2 Watch. What man is this? 1 Watch. Stand close, and lift him. Eno. Be witness to me, O thou bleffed moon, Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did. Sent Enobarbus? 3 Watch. Peace; hark further. Eno. O fovereign miftrefs of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night difpunge upon me; That life, a very rebel to my will,. May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart A mafter-leaver, and a fugitive: 1 Watch. Let's speak to him. [Dies.. Sent. Let's hear him; for the things he speaks May concern Cæfar. 2 Watch. Let's do fo. But he fleeps.. S Sent. Swoons rather, for fo bad a prayer as his Was never yet for fleep. I Watch. Go we to him. 2 Watch. Awake, Sir, awake, fpeak to us. Watch. Hear you, Sir? Sent. The hand of death has raught him. [Drums afar off. Hark how the drums demurely wake the fleepers: Let's bear him to the court of guard; he is of note. Our hour is fully out. 2 Watch. Come on then, he may recover yet. [Exeunt. Between the two Camps. Enter Antony and Scarus, with their Army. Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea, We please them not by land. Scar, For both, my Lord. Ant. I would they'd fight i' th' fire, or in the air; We'd fight there too. But this it is, our foot Upon the hills adjoining to the city Shall ftay with us. Order for fea is giv'n; Where their appointment we best may discover, Enter Cæfar and his Army. [Exeunt. Caf. But being charg'd, we will be still by land, Which, as I take 't, we fhall; for his beft force Is forth to man his gallies. To the vales, And hold our best advantage. [Exeunt. [Alarm afar off, as at a fea-fight. Enter Antony and Scarus. Ant. Yet they are not join'd. Where yond pine ftands I fhall difcover all, That is, where we may best discover their numbers,, and fee their motions. Warburton. I'll bring thee word ftraight how 'tis like to go. [Exit. In Cleopatra's fails their nefts. The augurs His fretted fortunes give him hope and fear [Exit. Changes to the Palace in Alexandria. Enter Antony. Ant. All's loft! this foul Ægyptian hath betray'd Do we shake hands.-All come to this!-the hearts Whofe bofom was my crownet, my chief end, Beguil'd me to the very heart of lofs. What, Eros, Eros! Enter Cleopatra. Ah! thou fpell! avant.. Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his love! And blemish Cæfar's triumph. Let him take thee, With her prepared nails. 'Tis well thou'rt gone; Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' th' moon, Cleo. Help me, my women! oh, he is more mad Than Telamon for his field; the boar of Theffaly Was never fo imbofs'd. Char. To the monument, There lock yourself, and fend him word you're dead; The foul and body rive not more in parting, Than greatness going off. Cleo. To the monument. Mardian, go tell him I have flain myself: And word it, pr'ythee, piteously. Hence, Mardian, And bring me how he takes my death. To the mo [Exeunt. nument. S C. EN E XI. Re-enter Antony and Fros. Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me. Eros. Ay, noble Lord Ant. Sometime we fee a cloud that's dragonifh A vapour, fometime, like a bear or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, Eros. Ay, my Lord. [figns, Ant. That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack diflimns, and makes it indiftinct As water is in water. Eros. It does, my Lord. Ant. My good knave Eros, now thy captain is Ev'n fuch a body; here I'm Antony, Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. Pack'd cards with Cæfar, and false play'd my glory Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us Enter Mardian. Oh, thy vile lady! Sh' has robb'd me of my fword. Mar. No, Antony, My miftrefs lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled With thine intirely. Ant. Hence, faucy eunuch, peace. She hath beAnd the fhall die the death. [tray'd me, Then in the midft a tearing groan did break Between her heart and lips; fhe render'd life, Triumph, either fignifies Octavius's conquests, or what we now call, contractedly, the trump at cards, then called the triumph, or the triumphing fort. Warb. VOL. IX. H |