Ant. Let her know't. To the boy Cafar fend this grizl'd head, Cle. That head, my lord? Ant. To him again; tell him, he wears the rofe As i'the command of Cæfar: I dare him therefore And answer me declin'd, fword against fword, [Exeunt Antony and Euphronius.. To fuffer all alike. That he fhould dream, Knowing all measures, the full Cæfar will Enter an Attendant. Att. A meffenger from Cæfar. Cle. What, no more ceremony?-See, my women, Against the blown rofe may they stop their nofe, That kneel'd unto the buds.-Admit him, fir. [Exit Attendant. Eno. Mine honefty, and I, begin to square. Enobarbus's remark upon io Quixote like a propofition as that of Antony, is fenfible and conclufive. This idea of sticking to the skirts of adversity, which most worldly men eagerly fhun, is finely conceived and does its author honour. Cle. Cafar's will? Enter Thyreus. Thy. Hear it apart. Cle. None but friends; fay on boldly. Thus then, thou most renown'd; Cæfar entreats, Cle. Go on: Right royal. Thy. He knows that you embrace not Antony As you did love, but as you Cle. O! fear'd him. Thy. The fcars upon your honour, therefore, he Does pity, as conftrained blemishes, Not as deferv'd. Cle. He is a god, and knows [Afide. What is most right: Mine honour was not yielded, Eno. [Afide.] To be fure of that, I will ask Antony. Sir, fir, thou art fo leaky, Thy deareft quit thee. Thy. Shall I fay to Cafar [Exit Enobarbus. What you require of him? for he partly begs To be defir'd to give. It much would please him, To lean upon but it fhould warm his fpirits, Cle. What's your name? Say to great Cefar this, In deputation I kifs his conquering hand: tell him, I am prompt To To lay my crown at his feet, and thara m kneek: Thy. 'Tis your nobleft courfe. 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. Cle. Your Cafar's father oft, [Giving her hand. When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in, As it rain'd kiffes. Re-enter Enobarbus with Antony. Ant. Favours, by Jove that thunders !What art thou, fellow? Thy. One, that but performs The bidding of the fulleft man, and worthieft Ena. You will be whipt. Ant. Approach, there:-Ah, you kite!-Now, gods and devils! Authority melts from me of late: when I cry'd, bo! Enter Attendants. Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him. Than with an old one dying. Ant. Moon and ftars! Whip him were't twenty of the greatest tributaries This unhofpitable favage proceeding, fo inconfiftent with the laws of all civilized nations, renders Antony less an object of regard and pity than he otherwife muft have been. Thy. Mark Antony, Ant. Lug him away: being whipt, Bring him again :-This Jack of Cæfar's fhall [Exeunt Attendants with Thyreus You were half blafted ere I knew you :-) Cle. Good my lord, Ant. You have been a bogler ever :— But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't!) the wife gods feal our eyes In our own filth, drop our clear judgments; make us To our confufion. Cle. O, is't come to this r "Ant. I found you as a morfel, cold upon "Dead Cafar's trencher: nay, you were a fragment "Of Cneius Pompey's; befides what hotter hours, "Unregifter'd in vulgar fame, you have "Luxuriously pick'd out: For, I am fure, "Though you can guess what temperance should be, "You know not what it is. "Cle. Wherefore is this? "Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, "And fay, God quit you! be familiar with "My play-fellow, your hand this kingly feal, "And plighter of high hearts!-O, that I were "Upon the hill of Bafan, to out-roar "The horned herd! for I have favage cause; "And to proclaim it civilly, were like "A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank "For being yare about him."-Is he whip'd ? Re-enter Attendants with Thyreus ‡. "1. A. Soundly, my lord. Would not this fcene be advantaged by omitting the diftinguished Hines, as well as the return of Thyreus, after fuch an ignominious punishment? "Ant. Cry'd he? and beg'd he pardon? 66 I. A. He did afk favour. "Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent "Thou waft not made his daughter; and be thou sorry "To follow Cæfar in his triumph, fince "Thou hast been whip'd for following him: henceforth, "The white hand of a lady fever thee, "Shake thou to look on't. Get thee back to Cafar, "When my good stars, that were my former guides, "My fpeech, and what is done; tell him, he has Ant. Alack, our terrene moon Is now eclips'd; and it portends alone The fall of Antony ! Cle. I muft ftay his time. [Exit Thyreus [To her women. Ant. To flatter, Cafar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points? Cle. Not know me yet? Ant. Cold-hearted toward me? Cle. Ah, dear, if I be so, From my cold heart let heaven engender hail, Cleopatra expreffes herself in this fpeech with much energy of fancy and affection. |