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Make mingle with our rattling tabourines,

That hea 'n and earth may trike their founds to

gether,

Applauding our approach.

SCENE

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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,
When men revolted fhall upon record

Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did.
Before thy face repent.

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
Against the flint and hardness of my fault,
Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,
And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
Forgive me in thine own particular;
But let the world rank me in register,

A mafter-leaver, and a fugitive:
Qh Antony! oh Antony!

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..

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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.

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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;
They have put forth the haven.

Where their appointment we best may discover,
And look on their endeavour*.

Enter Cæfar and his Army.

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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.
Scar. Swallows have built

In Cleopatra's fails their nefts. The augurs
Say they know not-they cannot tell-look grimly,
And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
Is valiant and dejected; and by starts,

His fretted fortunes give him hope and fear
Of what he has and has not.

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Changes to the Palace in Alexandria.

Enter Antony.

Ant. All's loft! this foul Ægyptian hath betray'd
My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder [me!
They caft their caps up, and caroufe together,
Like friends long loft. Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis
Haft fold me to this novice, and my heart [thou
Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly :
For when I am reveng'd upon my charm,
I have done all. Bid them all fly. Be gone,
Oh, fun, thy uprife fhall I fee no more:
Fortune and Antony part here, even here

Do we shake hands.-All come to this!-the hearts
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do difcandy, melt their fweets
On bloffoming Cæfar: and this pine is bark'd,
That over-top'd them all. Betray'd I am.
Oh this falfe foul of Egypt! this grave charm,
Whofe eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them
home,

Whofe bofom was my crownet, my chief end,
Like a right gipsy, hath at fast and loose

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!
Ant. Vanish, or I fhall give thee thy deferving,

And blemish Cæfar's triumph. Let him take thee,
And hoift thee up to the fhouting, plebeians;
Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
Of all thy fex. Moft monster-like, be fhewn
For poor'ft dimir utives, for dolts; and let
Patient Octavia plough thy vifage up

With her prepared nails. 'Tis well thou'rt gone;
[Exit Cleopatra.
If it be well to live. But better 'twere
Thou fell'st into my fury; for one death
Might have prevented many. Eros, hoa!
The fhirt of Neflus is upon me: teach me,
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage.

Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' th' moon,
And with those hands that grafp'd the heaviest club
Subdue my worthieft felf. The witch fhall die;
To the young Roman boy fhe hath fold me, and I fall
Under his plot: fhe dies for't. Eros, hoa! [Exit.
Re-enter Cleopatra, Charnian, Iras, and Mardian.

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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:
Say, that ile laft I spoke was Antony;

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,
And mock our eyes with air. Thou'ft feen these
They are black Vefper's pageants.

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.
I made these wars for Ægypt; and the queen,
Whose heart, I thought, I had, for fhe had mine;
(Which, whilft it was mine, had annex'd unto't
A million more, now loft!) fhe, Eros, has

Pack'd cards with Cæfar, and false play'd my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph *

Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.

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,
Mar. Death of one perfon can be paid but once,
And that fhe has difcharg'd What thou wouldst do,
Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake
Was, Antony! most noble Antony !

Then in the midft a tearing groan did break
The name of Antony; it was divided

Between her heart and lips; fhe render'd life,
Thy name fo buried in her.

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.

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