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Der. He is dead, Cæfar ;
Not by a public' minister of justice,
Nor by.a hired knife; but that self hand,
Which writ his honour in the

it did,
Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it,
Splitted the heart itself. This is his sword
I robb'd his wound of it ; behold it stain'd
With his moft noble blood.

Caf. Look you fad, friends?
The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings
To wath the eyes of kings.

Agr. And ftrange it is,
That nature must compell as to lament
Our most perfifted deeds.

Mec. His taints and honours
Weigh'd equal with him.

Agr. A rarer fpirit never
Did steer humanity : but you, gods, will give us
Some faults to mark us men Cafar is touch'd.

Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before him,
He needs must see himself.

Caf. O Antony !
I have followed thee to this ;- but we do lance
Diseases in our bodies. I must perforce
Have shewn to thee such a declining day,
Or lock on thine ; we could not stall together
In the whole world: but yet let me lament,
With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts,
That thou, my brother, my competitor
In top of all design, my mate in empire,
Friend and companion in the front of war,
The arm of mine own body, and the heart
Where mine his thoughts did kindle,--that our ftars,
Unreconcileable, should divide
+ Our equalness to this.Hear me, good friends,

• It was not his own but Enobarbus's sword ended him, as appears precedently; our author nevertheless cannot be deemed guilty of an error or contradi&tion. It was very natural for Dercetas to suppora he had Nain himself with his own sword.

+ O&avius's panegyric. on his deceased friend, and late foe, .iso generous, senGble, and manly.

Enter a Messenger.
But I will tell you at some meeter Teason ;
The business of this man looks out of him,
We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you, fir?

Mef. A poor Egyptian : The queen, my mistress,
Confin'd in all the has, her monument,
Of thy intents defires instruction ;
That she preparedly may frame herself
To the way she's forc'd to.

Cæf. Bid her have good heart;
She foon Tall know of us, by some of ourse.
How honourably and how kindly we
Determin'd have for her : for Cæfar cannot
Leave to be gentle.

Mes. So the gods preserve thee! [Exit Messengers

Cés. Come hither, Proculeius ; go, and say
We purpose her no dame : give her what comforts

The quality of her palaon fhall require ;
Left, in her greatness, by fome mortal stroke
She do defeat us : for her life in Rome

Would be eternalizing our triumph : Go,
And, with your speedieft; bring us wbat She says,
And how you find her.
Pro. Cæfar, I fall.

Exii Proçuleius. Cal Gallus, go you along. (Exit Gall.j. Where't DoTo second Proculeius ?

['habella, All. Dolabella !

Cæs. Let him alone, for I remember now
How he's employ'd; he shall in time be ready.
Go with me to my tent: where you shall see
How hardly I was drawn into this war ;
How calm and gentle I proceeded ftill
In all my waitings: Go with me, and see
What I can shew in this.

[Exeunt. SEENE II. Alexandria. A Room in the Monument,

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Igas.
Cle. My desolation does begin to make.
A better life : 'Tis paltry to be Cafar;

Cæfar here thews double-dealing, ambition, and much more of. the politician than the honest man,


Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave,
A minister of her will; and it is

To do that thing that ends all other deeds;
Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change ;
Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung,
The beggar's nurse and Eæfar's.
Enter Proculeius, and Gallus, with Soldiers, to the Door

of the Monument, without.
Pro. Cæfar sends greeting to the queen of Egypt;
And bids thee ftudy on what fair demands
Thou mean'st to have him grant thee.
Cle. What's thy name ::
Pro. My name is Proculeius.

Cle. Antony
Did tell me of

bad me trust


I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd,
That have no use for trusting. If your master
Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him,
That majefty, to keep decorum, muft
No less beg than a kingdom : if he please
To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
He gives me so much of mine own, as I
Will kneel to him with thanks,

Pro. Be of good cheer ;
You are fall'n into a princely hand, fear nothing:
Make your full reference freely to my lord,
Who is so full of grace, that it flows over
On all that need : Let me report to him
Your sweet dependancy; and you shall find
A conqueror, that will pray in aid for kindness,
Where he for grace is kneelid to.

Cle. Pray you, telt him
I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him
The greatness he has got. I hourly learn
A doctrine of obedience; and would gladly
Look him i'the face.

Pro. This I'll report, dear lady.
Have comfort ; for, I know, your plight is pity'd
Of him that caus'd it. Fare you well. Hark, Gallus !
You see, how easily she may be surpriz'd;
Guard her 'till Cæfar come.

[Exit Proculeius.

Gallus maintains Converse with Cleopatra. Re-enter, into the Monument, from behind, Proculeius,

and Soldiers, hastily. Ira. O royal queen! Cha. O Cleopatrá! thou art taken, queen! Cle. Quick, quick, good hands. (drawing a Dagger,

Pro. Hold, worthy lady, hold: (Aaying ber. Do not yourself such wrong; who are in this Reliev'd, but not betray’d.

Cle. What, of death tooj
That rids our dogs of languish?

Pro. Cleopatra,
Do not abuse my master's bounty, by
The uodoing of yourself : let the wo·ld see
His nobleness well acted, which your death
Will never let come forth.

Cle. Where are thou, death ?
Come hither, come ! come, come, and take a quece
Worth many babes and beggars !

Pro. O, temperance, lady.

Cle. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, fir;
If idle talk will once be necessary,
I'll not speak neither : this mortal bouse I'll ruin,
Do Cæfar what he can. Know, fir, that I

not wait pinion'd at your master's court;
Nor once be chástis'd with the sober eye
Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoift me up,
And shew me to the shouting varletry
Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt
Be gentle grave into me; rather on Nilus mud.
Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies
Blow me into abhorring ; rather make
My country's high pyramides my gibbet,
And hang me up in chains

Pro. You do extend
These thoughts of horror farther than you shall
Find cause for it in Cafar.

Cleopatra, in this speech, displays great and becoming magnani. mity of spirit, finely opposed to the equivocal treacherous behaviour of Ottaviks.


Enter Dolabella,
Dol. Proculeius,
What thou hast done thy master Cæsar knows,
And he hath sent for thee: as for the queens
I'll take her to my guard.

Pro. So, Dolabella,
It shall content me beft : be gentle to her.
To Cafar I will speak what you shall please,
If you'll employ me to him.
Cle. Say, I would die.

[Exeunt Proculeius and Soldiers.
Dol. Most noble empress, you have heard of me?
Cle. I cannot tell.
Dol. Assuredly, you know me.

Cle. No matter, fir, what I have heard, or known.
You laugh, when boys, or women, tell their dreams;
Is’t not your trick?

Dol. I understand not, madam.

Cle. I dreamt there was an emperor Antony;
O, such another Neep! that I might see
But such another man.

Dol. If it might please you,

Cle. His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck
A sun and moon : which kept their course, and lighted
The little O o'the earth.

Dol. Most sovereign creature,

Cle. His legs beitrid the ocean ; his rear'd arm
Crested the world ; his voice was property'd
As all the tuned {pheres, when that to friends ;
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas,
That grew the more by reaping: His delights
Were dolphin-like; they shew'd his back above
The element they liv'd in : In his livery
Walk'd crowns and crownets ; realms and islands were
As plates dropt from his pocket ll.

# This panegyric upon fallen Antony is liberal and affe&tionate; the fancy and imagery are exquifte, nor does the expreffion fall thort of chen.


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