Ant. Most sweet Queen, Cleo. Nay, pray you, feek no colour for your going, But bid farewel, and go: when you fued staying, Then was the time for words; no going, then; Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Blifs in our Brows' bent, none our parts fo poor, Ant. How, now, lady? Cleo. I would I had thy inches, thou should'st know, There were a heart in Egypt. Ant. Hear me, Queen; The strong neceffity of time commands Breeds fcrupulous faction; the hated, grown to ftrength, Into the hearts of fuch as have not thriv'n Is Fulvia's death. Cleo. Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness. Can Fulvia die? 7 Ant. She's dead, my Queen. heaven. a race of heav'n.-] i. e. had a fmack or flavour of [(a) falive. Mr. Theobald Vulg. Save.] Look Look here, and at thy fovereign leifure read Cleo. O moft falfe love! Where be the facred vials thou fhould'ft fill 8 Cleo. Cut my lace, Charmian, come; But let it be, I'm quickly ill, and well: So, Antony loves. Ant. My precious Queen, forbear, And give true evidence to his love, which ftands Clea. So Fulvia told me. I pry'thee, turn afide, and weep for her; Like perfect honour. Ant. You'll heat my blood; no more. Cleo. You can do better yet; but this is meetly. Cleo. And target-Still he mends: But this is not the best. Look, pry'thee, Charmian, How this Herculean Roman does become 8 -I'm quickly ill, and well, So, Antony loves.] It should be pointed thus, I'm quickly ill and well: So Antony loves. So, i. e. thus fantastically and capricioufly. But the common pointing makes her fay the quite contrary. The The carriage of his chafe. Ant. I'll leave you, lady. Cleo. Courteous lord, one word; Sir, you and I must part; (but that's not it,) And I am all forgotten. Ant. But that your royalty Holds Idleness your fubject, I fhould take you Cleo. 'Tis fweating labour To bear fuch Idlenefs fo near the heart, Ant. Let us go: come, That thou, refiding here, goeft yet with me, 9 Oh, my oblivion is a very Antony, And I am all forgotten.] The plain meaning is, My forgetfulness makes me forget my felf. But the expreffes it by calling forgetfulness, Antony; because forgetfulness had forgot her, as Antony had done. For want of apprehending this quaintness of expreffion, the Oxford Editor is forced to tell us news, That all forgotten is an old way of speaking, for apt to forget every thing. But that your royalty Holds Idleness your fubject, 1 should take you For Idleness itself.] i. e. But that your charms hold me, whe am the greatest fool on earth in chains, I should have adjudged you to be the greateft. That this is the fenfe, is fhewn by her answer, 'Tis fweating labour To bear fuch Idlenefs fo near the heart, And And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. S C E NE V. [Exeunt. Changes to Cæfar's Palace in Rome. Enter Octavius Cæfar reading a letter, Lepidus, and attendants. OU may fee, Lepidus, and henceforth know, Caf. Y It is not Cefar's natural vice to hate One great competitor. From Alexandria Lep. I must not think, They're evils enough to darken all his goodness; Caf. You're too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not Amifs to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy, To give a kingdom for a mirth, to fit And keep the turn of tipling with a slave, To reel the streets at noon; and ftand the buffet With knaves that smell of fweat; fay, this becomes him; (As his compofure must be rare, indeed, Whom these things cannot blemish ;) yet must Antony No way excuse his foils, when we do bear So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd His vacancy with his voluptuoufnefs; Enter a Meffenger. Lep. Here's more news. Mef. Thy biddings have been done; and every hour, Most noble Cafar, fhalt thou have report How 'tis abroad. Pompey is ftrong at Sea, And, it appears, he is belov'd of those That only have fear'd Cafar: to the ports The Difcontents repair, and mens' reports Give him much wrong'd. Caf. I fhould have known no lefs; *It hath been taught us from the primal State, That he, which is, was wifh'd, until he were: And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd till ne'er worth love, 2 It hath been taught us from the primal State, That he, which is, was wish'd, until he were: And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd till ne'er worth love, Let us examine the fenfe of this in plain profe. The earlief biftories inform us, that the man in fupreme command was always wifh'd to gain that command, till he had obtain'd it. And he, whom the multitude has contentedly feen in a low condition, when be begins to be wanted by them, becomes to be fear'd by them. But do the multitude fear a man, because they want him? Certainly, we must read; Comes dear'd, by being lack'd. i. e. endear'd, a favourite to them. Befides, the context requires this reading; for it was not fear, but love, that made the people flock to young Pompey, and what occafion'd this reflexion. So in Coriolanus, Ifhall be lov'd, when I am lack'd, [(a) immature in knowledge. Oxford Editor. -- Vulg. being mature in knowledge.] VOL. VII. I Comes |