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Enter Cleopatra, 'To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts, Make her thanks bless thee.-Othou day o' the world, Chain mine armd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness, to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing.
Cleo. Lord of lords ! Oh, infinite virtue ! com'st thou smiling from The world's great snare uncaught? · Ant. My nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? though
Cleo. I'll give thee, friend,
Ant. He has delerv'd it, were it carbuncled
"To this great fairy-] Mr. Upton has well observed, that fairy, which Dr Warburton and fir T. Hanmer explain by Inchantress, comprises the idea of power and beauty. JOHNSON.
get goal for goal of yourb.-) At all plays of barriers, the boundary is called a goal; to win a goal, is to be superiour in a content of activity.
JOHNSON. 3 It was a king's.] So in fir T. North's translation of Plu• tarch. _"'Then came Antony again to the palace greatly
boasting of this vi&tory, and sweetly kissed Cleopatra, armed
as he was when he came from the fight, recommending one “ of his men of arms unto her, that had valiantly fought in this “ kirmish Cleopatra, to reward his manliness, gave him an “ armour and head-piece of clean gold.” STEEVENS.
Like holy Phoebus' car. -Give me thy hand;
CÆSA R's CAMP.
Enter a Sentry and his company. Enter Enobarbus.
Sent. If we be not reliev'd within this hour,
1 Watch. This last day was a shrewd one to us,
Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,
Sent. Enobarbus ! 3 Watch. Peace; hark further. * Bear our hack'd targets, like the men that owe them. ] i. e. hack'd as much as the men are to whom they belong.
WARB. Why not rather, Bear our back'd targets with spirit and exalta. tion, such as becomes the brave warriors that own them?
Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night dispunge upon me; That life, a very rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me. s Throw my heart Against the fint and hardness of my fault; Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony, Nobler than my revolt is infamous, Forgive me in thine own particular ; But let the world rank me in register A master-leaver, and a fugitive: Oh Antony! oh Antony !
[Dies. 1 Walch. Let's speak to him.
Sent. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæsar.
2 Watch. Let's do so. But he sleeps.
Sent. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his
1 Watch. Go we to him.
[Drums afar off. • Hark, how the drums demurely wake the neepers: Let's bear him to the court of guard; he is of note. Our hour is fully out. 2 Watcb. Come on then; he may recover yet.
(Exeunt. -Throw my heart] The pathetick of Shakespeare too often ends in the ridiculous. It is painful to find the gloomy dig. nity of this noble scene deftroyed by the intrusion of a conceit so far-fetched and unaffecting.
Johnson. • Hark, bow i be drums demurely] Demurely for folemnly.
Betrvein the two Camps.
Enter Antony; and Scarus, with their army.
Scar. For both, my lord.
Ant. I would, they'd fight i' the fire, or in the air; We'd fight there too.
But this it is; our foot
They have put forth the haven.
[Exeunt. [Alarm ofur of, as at a sea-fight.
? They have fit forth the haven. Further on.] These words, further 01, though not neceflary, have been inserted in the later editions, and are not in the firit.
JOHNSON. $ where their appointment we may best discover,
And lock on th:ir endeavour.] i e. where we may best discover their num?ers, and see their motions.
WARBURTON. . But b ing charg'd, we will b: fill by land,
Which, as I ta", we fall;] i. e. unless we be charged we will remain quiet at land, which quiet I suppose we mall kecp. But leing charged was a phrase of that time, equivalent to unless we le, which the Oxford Editor not understanding, he has alter’d the line thus,
Not being charg'd, we will be fill by larid,
WARBURTON. Vol. VIII.
Re enter Antony and $carus. Ant. Yet they are not join'd. Where yonder pine does stand, I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word straight, how 'tis like to go.
[Exit. Re-enter Antony. Ant. All is loft; this foul Ægyptian hath be
! -Triple-turn'd whore!-] She was firft for Antony, then was fupposed by him to have turned to Cæfar, when he found his messenger kissing her hand, then the turned again to Antony, and now has turned to Cæsar. Shall I mention what has dropped into my imagination, that our author might perhaps have written triple-tongued? Double-tongued is a common term of reproach, which rage might improve to triple-longued, But the present reading may stand.