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Enter Antony and Enobarbus.
Ant. Set we our fquadrons on yond fide o' th' hill, In eye of Cæfar's battle; from which place
We may the number of the fhips behold,
And fo proceed accordingly.
Canidius, marching with his land-army one way over the Stage; and Taurus, the lieutenant of Cæfar, the other way. After their going in, is heard the noise of a fea-fight. Alarm. Enter Enobarbus.
Eno. Naught, naught, all naught. I can behold no longer;
(5) Th' Antonias, the Egyptian admiral,
With all their fixty, fly, and turn the rudder;
Scar. Gods and Goddeffes, All the whole Synod of them! Eno. What's thy paffion?
Scar. (6) The greater cantle of the world is loft With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away Kingdoms and provinces.
Eno. How appears the fight?
Scar. On our fide like the (7) token'd peftilence, Where death is fure. Yon (8) ribauld nag of Egypt,
(5) Th' Antonias, &c.] Which Plutarch fays, was the name
of Cleopatra's fhip.
(6) The greater cantle] A piece or lump.
Cantle is rather a corner. Cæfar in this play mentions the three-neck'd world. Of this triangular world every Triumvir
had a corner.
- A luxurious fquanderer.
(9) Whom leprofy o'ertake! i' th' midst o' th' fight, When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd Both as the fame, or rather ours the elder; (1) The brieze upon her, like a cow in June, Hoifts fails, and flies.
Eno. That I beheld:
Mine eyes did ficken at the fight, and could not
Scar. She once being looft,
The noble ruin of her magick, Antony,
Eno. Alack, alack.
Can. Our fortune on the fea is out of breath,
Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? why then, good night, indeed.
Can. Towards Peloponnefus are they fled.
And there I will attend what further comes.
My legions and my horfe; fix Kings already
The word is in the old edition ribaudred, which I do not un derftand, but mention it, in hopes others may raife fome happy conjecture.
(9) Whom leprofy o'ertake! - Leprofy, an epidemical diffemper of the Egyptians; to which Horace probably alludes in the controverted line,
Contaminato cum grege turpium
(1) The brieze upon ber,]
The brieze is the gad-fly, which ia fummer ftings the cows, and drives them violently about.
Shew me the way of yielding.
Eno. I'll yet follow
(2) The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason Sits in the wind against me.
Enter Antony, with Eros and other Attendants.
Ant. Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon't, It is afham'd to bear me. Friends, come hither, Iam (3) fo lated in the world, that I
Have loft my way for ever.
I've a fhip
Laden with gold, take that, divide it; fly,
And make your peace with Cafar.
Omnes. Fly! not we.
Ant. I've fled myself, and have instructed cowards To run, and fhew their fhoulders.
Friends, be gone.
I have myself refolv'd upon a course,
My very hairs do mutiny; for the white
Friends, be gone; you shall
I will poffefs you of that ship and treasure.
(2) The wounded chance of Antony, the authour, who loves to draw his the field, might not have written,
The wounded chafe of Antony,
-] I know not whether images from the sports of
The allufion is to a deer wounded and chafed, whom all other deer avoid. I quill, fays Enobarbus, follow Antony, though chafed and wounded.
The common reading however may very well ftand. (3)fo lated in the world,] Alluding to a benighted traveller.
I've loft command.] I am not mafter of my own
Therefore, I pray you'll fee you by and by. [Sits down.
Enter Cleopatra, led by Charmian and Iras, to Antony.
Eros. Nay, gentle Madam, to him. Comfort him. Iras. Do, moft dear Queen.
Char. Do why, what else?
Cleo. Let me fit down; oh Juno!
Ant. No, no, no, no, no.
Eros. See you here, Sir!
Ant. Oh fy, fy, fy.
Iras. Madam, oh good Emprefs!
Ant. Yes, my Lord, yes.-(5) He at Philippi kept
Eros. The Queen, my Lord, the Queen Iras. Go to him, Madam, fpeak to him, He is unqualitied with very fhame.
Cleo. Well then, fuftain me; oh!
Eros. Moft noble Sir, arife, the Queen approaches;
(5) He at Philippi kept
His fword e'en like a dancer,] In the Morifco, and perhaps anciently in the Pyrrhick dance, the dancers held fwords in their bands with the points upward.
and 'twas I,
That the MAD Brutus ended;] Nothing can be more in character, than for an infamous debauched tyrant to call the heroic love of one's country and public liberty, madness.
Dealt on lieutenantry,
I know not whether the meaning is, that Cæfar only acted as lieutenant at Philippi, or that he made his attempts only on lieutenants, and left the Generals to Antony.
Her head's declin'd, and (8) death will feize her, but Your comfort makes the rescue.
Ant. I have offended reputation;
A most unnoble fwerving
Eros. Sir, the Queen.
Ant. O whither haft thou led me, Egypt! fee, (9) How I convey my fhame out of thine eyes; By looking back on what I've left behind, 'Stroy'd in difhonour.
Cleo. Oh, my Lord, my Lord;
Forgive my fearful fails; I little thought,
Ant. Egypt, thou knew'ft too well,
My heart was to thy rudder (1) ty'd by th' ftring,
Cleo. Oh, my pardon.
Ant. Now I must
To the young man fend humble treaties, dodge
With half the bulk o' th' world, play'd as I pleas'd,
Cleo. O, pardon, pardon.
Ant. Fall not a tear, I fay; one of them rates All that is won and loft: give me a kiss,
Even this repays me.
We fent our schoolmafter; is he come back?
Love, I am full of lead; fome wine,
Within there, and our viands. Fortune knows,
We fcorn her moft, when moft fhe offers blows. [Ex..
(8) death will feize her, but
Your comfort, &c.] But has here, as once before in this play, the force of except, or unless.
(9) How I convey my fhame] How, by looking another way, I withdraw my ignominy from your fight..
(1) -ty'd by th' ftring,1 That is, by the heart firing.