"More tight at this, than thou: Difpatch.-O love, "That thou could't fee my wars to-day, and knew' "The royal occupation! thou fhould't fee

"Enter an Officer armed.

"A workman in't. Good-morrow to thee; welcome; "Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge; "To business that we love we rise betime,

"And go to't with delight.

66 1. O. A thousand, fir,

"Early though 't be, have on their rivetted trim, "And at the port expect you. [Shout within. Trumpets. "Enter other Officers, Soldiers, &c.

"2. O. The morn is fair.-Good-morrow, general. "All. Good morrow, general.

"Ant. 'Tis well blown, lads.

"This morning, like the fpirit of a youth
"That means to be of note, begins betimes.-

"So, fo; come, give me that: this way, well said.-
"Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me:
"This is a foldier's kifs : rebukeable,

"And worthy fhameful check it were, to ftand
"On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee
"Now, like a man of fteel.-You that will fight,
"Follow me close; I'll bring you to't.-Adieu.

["Exeunt Eros, Antony, Officers, and Soldiers. "Cha. Please you, retire to your chamber. "Cle. Lead me.

"He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cafar might "Determine. this great war in fingle fight! "Then, Antony,-But now,-Well, on.

[Exeunt.

"SCENE V. Under the walls of Alexandria. Án"tony's Camp. Trumpets. Enter Antony and Eros ;

a Soldier meeting them.

"Sol. The gods make this a happy day to Antony! "Ant. 'Would thou and thofe thy fcars had once "prevail'd

"To make me fight at land!

"Sol. Had'ft thou done fo,

The kings that have revolted, and the foldier "That has this morning left thee, would have ftill "Follow'd thy heels.

"Ant. Who's gone this morning?

"Sol. Who ?.

"One ever near thee: Call for Enobarbus,
"He fhall not hear thee; or from Cafar's camp
"Say, I am none of tbine.

"Ant. What fay'ft thou?

"Sol. Sir,

"He is with Cafar.

Eros. Sir, his chefts and treasure

"He has not with him.

"Ant. Is he gone?

"Sol. Moft certain.

"Ant. Go, Eros, fend his treasure after; do it, "Detain no jot of it, I charge thee: write to him " (I will fubfcribe) gentle adieus, and greetings: "Say, that I wish he never find more caufe "To change a master.-O, my fortunes have "Corrupted honeft men.-Dispatch.-O Enobarbus ! "[Exeunt.

SCENE VI. Before Alexandria. Cæfar's Camp. Flourish. Enter Cæfar, with Agrippa, Enobarbus, and others.

Caf. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:

Our will is, Antony be took alive;

Make it so known..

Agr. Cafar, I hall.

[Exit Agrippa.

Caf. The time of universal peace is near:
Prove this a profperous day, the three-nook'd world
Shall bear the olive freely.

The three-nooked world feems an odd phrafe, unless we confider that Antony speaks of the triple partition between Octavius, Lepidus, and himself; arrogantly and ignorantly prefuming there was ao world beyond those bounds which the triumvirate fwayed.

I

Mef. Antony

Enter a Messenger.

Is come into the field.

Caf. Go, charge, Agrippa.

Plant those that have revolted in the van ;
That Antony may feem. to spend his fury

Upon himself.

[Exeunt Cæfar and train. Eno. Alexas did revolt: he went to Jewry, on Affairs of Antony; there did perfuade Great Herod to incline himself to Cæfar, And leave his master Antony: for this pains, Cæfar hath hang'd him. Canidius and the rest That fell away, have entertainment, but No honourable truft. I have done ill; Of which I do accufe myself fo forely, That I will joy no more.

Enter a Soldier.

Sol. Enobarbus, Antony

Hath after thee fent all thy treasure, with
His bounty over-plus: The meffenger
Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now,
Unloading of his mules.

Eno. I give it

you.

Sol. I mock not, Enobarbus,

I tell you true: Beft you fee safe the bringer
Out of the hoft; I must attend mine office,
Or would have done't myself.
Your emperor

Continues ftill a Jove.

.Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth,

And feel I am so most. O Antony,

[Exit Soldier.

Thou mine of bounty, how would't thou have pay'd My better service, when my turpitude

Thou doft fo crown with gold! This bows my heart : If fwift thought break it not, a swifter mean

Shall out-ftr ke thought; but thought will do't, I feel. 1 fight against thee! no: I will go feek

Some ditch, wherein to dye; the foul'ft beft fits

My latter part of life t.

[Exit.

The contrition here shown by Enobarbus is very well, because

"SCENE VII. Between the Camps. Field of Bat"tle. larms. Enter Agrippa and bis Forces.

Agr. Retire, we have engag'd ourselves too far: "Cafar himself has work, and our oppreffion "Exceeds what we expected. [Retreat. Exeunt

"Alarums. Enter Antony and Forces, with Scarus

rounded.

"Sca. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed! "Had we done fo at firft, we had driven them home "With clouts about their heads.

"Ant. Thou bleed'st apace.

"Sca. I had a wound here that was like a T,

"But now 'tis made an H.

"Ant. They do retire.

[Retreat afar of.

"Sca. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes; I have yet "Room for fix fcotches more.

"Enter Eros.

"Eros. They are beaten, fir; and our advantage is ferves

"For a fair victory.

"Sca. Let us fcore their backs,

"And fnatch 'em up as we take hares, behind:

"Tis fport to maul a runner.

"Ant. I will reward thee

"Once for thy fprightly comfort, and ten-fold

"For thy good valour. Come thee on.

"Sca. I'll halt after.

SCENE VIII. Gates of Alexandria.

[Exeunt.

Enter Antony, marching; Scarus and Forces.

Ant. We have beat him to his camp;-Run one before,
And let the queen know of our guests:-
-To-morrow,

Before the fun fhall fee us, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all;

This little scene. of skirmish, in our view, deserves no other

notice than marks of omiffion.

For

For doughty-handed are you; and have fought,
Not as you lerv'd the cause, but as 't had been
Each man's like mine; you have all fhewn you Hectors.
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats; whilft they with joyful tears
Wafh the congealment from your wounds, and kiss.
The honour'd gashes whole.-Give me thy hand;

Enter Cleopatra, attended.

To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,

[to Sca.

Make her thanks blefs thee.-O thou day o' the world,
Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou,. attire and all,
Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.

Cle. Lord of lords,

O infinite virtue, com'ft thou fmiling from

The world's great snare uncaught?

Ant. My nightingale,

We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? though

grey

Do fomething mingle with our brown; yet have we
A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man,
Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand ;—
Kifs it, my warrior: he hath fought to-day,
As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Deftroy'd in fuch a shape.

Cle. I'll give thee, friend,

An armour all of gold; it was a king's.

Ant. He has deferv'd it, were it carbunel'd

Like holy Phebus' car. Give me thy hand ;

Through Alexandria make a jolly march;

Bear our hackt targets like the men that owe them :
Had our great palace the capacity

To camp this hoft, we all would fup together;
And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
Which promises royal peril.-Trumpeters,
With brazen din. blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with our rattling tabourins ;

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