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Eno. I'll strike, and cry, “ 3 lake all.”
Ant. Well said. Come on.-
Be bounteous at our meal.-Give me thy hand,
serv'd me well,
Cleo. What means this?
sorrow shoots Out of the mind.
Ant. And thou art honeft too.
Omnes. The Gods forbid !
Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night:
Cleo. What does he mean?
Ant. Tend me to-night ;
take all.] Let the survivor take all. No composition, victory or death,
JOHNSON --one of those odd tricks,-) I know not what obscurity the editors find in this passage. Trick is here used in the sense in which it is uttered every day by every mouth, elegant and vulgar: yet fir T. Hanmer changes it to freaks, and Dr. Warburton, in his rage of Gaļlicism, to iraits,
Haply, you shall not see me more; or if,
Eno. What mean you, sir,
Ant. Ho, ho, ho ! Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus ! Grace grow, where those drops fall! My hearty friends, You take me in too dolorous a fense: I spake to you for your comfort ; did desire you To burn this night with torches. Know, my hearts, I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you, Where rather I'll expect victorious life, Than? death and honour. Let's to supper, come, And drown consideration.
or if, A mangled loadow.) Or if you see me more, you will see me a mangled padow, only the external form of what I was.
JOHNSON. or if, A mangled padow.) The thought is, as usual, taken from fir Thomas North's tranllation of Plutarch:
:-“ for, said he, you know not whether you “ shall do so much for me to-morrow, or not, or whether you
Thall “ serve another master : and it may be, you shall see me no more, “ but a dead body."
Steevens. --onion-ey'd—} I have my eyes as full of tears as if they had been frected by onions.
JOHNSON. ?- death and honour.] That is, an honourable death.
Before the Palace
Eitter a Company of Soldiers. Sald. Brother, good night : to-morrow is the day. 2 Sold. It will determine
one way. Fare you well. Heard you of nothing strange about the streets ?
i Sold. Nothing: what news?
They meet with other soldiers.
[They place themselves on every corner of the flage. 2 Sold. Here, we; and if to-morrow Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope Our landmen will stand up. 1 Sold. 'Tis a brave army, and full of purpose.
[Mufick of bautboys under the page. 2 Sold. Peace, what noise ? 1 Sold. 'Lift, lift ! 2 Sold. Hark! 1 Sold. Mufick i' the air. 3 Sold. Under the earth. 4 Sold. It signs well, 7 does it not ? 3 Sold. No.
Sold. Peace, I say. What should this mean? 2 Sold. 'Tis the God Hercules, whom Antony lov'd, Now leaves him.
i Sold. Walk; let's see if other watchmen Do hear what we do.
2 Sold. How now, masters? [Speak together. Omnes. How now? how now? do you hear this? I Sold. Ay; is’t not strange? '11 figns well, &c.) i. e. it boes well, &c.
3 Sold. Do you hear, masters ? do you hear?
i sold. Follow the noise so far as we have quarter ; Let's see how 'twill give off.
Omnes. Content:'Tis strange. [Exeunt.
Enter Antony and Cleopatra, wiib Charmian and others,
Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros!
Cleo. 9 Nay, I'll help too.
Ant. What's this for? Ah, let be, let be! thou art The armourer of my heart :-False, false ; this, this... Cleo. Sooth-la, I'll help: thus it must be.
[Cleopatra puts the armour on Antony. Ant. Well, well, we shall thrive now. Seeft thou, my good fellow ? Go, put on thy defences,
Eno. ' Briefly, sir.
Ant. Rarely, rarely :
shine iron] I think it should be rather,
JOHNSON. 9 Nay, I'll help too.] These three little speeches, which in the other editions are only one, and given to Cleopatra, were happily disentangled by fir T. Hanmer.
JOHNSON. Briefly, sir.] That is, quickly, fir.
To doff it for our repose, shall hear a storm.-
Enter an officer armed.
Sold. A thousand, fir, Early though it be, have on their rivetted trim, And at the port expect you. [Shout. Trumpets flourish.
Enter other officers and soldiers. Cap. The morn is fair. Good-morrow, general ! All. Good-morrow, general !
Ant. 'Tis well blown, lads. This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes.So, so.—Come, give me that--this way—well said. Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me. This is a soldier's kiss: rebukeable,
[Kisses ber. And worthy shameful check it were, to stand On more mechanick compliment: l'll leave thee Now, like a man of steel.—You, that will fight, Follow me close, I'll bring you to't.-Adieu. [Exeunt.
Cbar. Please you to retire to your chamber?
Cleo, Lead me. He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæsar might Determine this great war in single fight! Then, Antony.—But now,-- Well!-On. [Ewexni.