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Ile may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like, to quit me: Urge it thou:
Hence, with thy stripes, begone. [Exit THYREUS.

Cleo. Have you done yet?

Alack, our terrene moon
Is now eclips’d; and it portends alone
The fall of Antony!

I must stay his time. ' .
Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes
With one that ties his points?

Not know me yet?
Ant. Cold-hearted toward me?

Ah, dear, if I be so,
From my cold heart let heaven engender hail,
And poison it in the source; and the first stone
Drop in my neck: as it determines, so
Dissolve my life! The next Cæsarion sinite!!
Till, by degrees, the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the discandying of this pelleted storm,
Lie graveless; till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for prey!

Iain satisfied. .
Cæsar sits down in Alexandria; 'where -
I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy too
Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning most sealike.
Where hast thou been, my heart?-Dost thou hear,

If from the field I shall return once more

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7 - to quit me:) To repay me this insult; to requite me.

* l'ith one that ties his points?] i. e. with a menial attendant. Points were laces with metal tags, with which the old trunkhose were fastened. 9 -oma as it determines,] That is, as the hailstone dissolves.

- The next Cæsurion suite! Cæsarion was Cleopatra's son by Julius Cæsar.

.. weniger and fleet, --] Flout and ffect were synonymous.

To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
I and my sword will earn our chronicle ;3
There is hope in it yet.

Cleo.. We That's my brave lord !

Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd, And fight maliciously : for when mine hours Were nice and lucky,* men did ransome lives Of me for jests; but now, I'll set my teeth, And send to darkness all that stop me.-Come, Let's have one other gaudy night:' call to me. All my sad captains, fill our bowls ; once more Let's mock the midnight bell.

It is my birth-day:
I had thought, to have held it poor; but, since my

Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.

Ant. We'll yet do well.
Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord.
Ant. Do'so, we'll speak to them; and to-night

I'll force
The wine peep through their scars.--Come on, my

There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight,


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9 I and my sword will earn our chronicle ;] I and my sword will · do such acts as shall deserve to be recorded. :

4 Were nice and lucky,] Nice is trifling:

5- gaudy night:] This is still an epithet bestowed on feast days in the colleges of either university, Gawdy, or Grand day's in the Inns of court, are four in the year, Ascension day, Midsummer day, All-saints day, and Candlemas day. “ The etymology of the word,” says Blount, in his Dictionary, may be taken from Judge Gawdy, who (as some affirın) was the first institutor of those days; or rather from gaudium, 'because (to say truth) they are days of joy, as bringing good cheer to the hungry students. In colleges they are most commonly called Gandy, in inns of court Grand days, and in some other places they are called Collar days.Days of good cheer, in some of the foreign universities, are called Gaudeamus days.

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I'll make death love me; for I will contend
Even with his pestilent scythe. ,

Exeunt ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and Attendants.
Eno. Now he'll out-stare, the lightning. To be

Is, to be frighted out of fear: and in that mood,
The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still,
A diminution in our captain's brain
Restores his heart: When valour preys on reason,
It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
Some way to leave him.


SCENE I. Cæsar's Camp at Alexandria.
Enter Cæsar, reading a Letter; AGRIPPA, ME-

CÆNAS, and Others.
Cæs. He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power
To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger
He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal

Cæsar to Antony: Let the old ruffian know,
I have many other ways to die; mean time,
Laugh at his challenge.

Mec. ... Cæsar must think,
When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Make boot of his distraction: Never anger
Made good guard for itself,

Let our best heads Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles

• Make boot of—] Take advantage of.

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We mean to fight:Within our files there are
Of those that serv'd Mark Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it be done ;
And feast the army: we have store to do't,
And they have earn'd the waste. · Poor Antony! i

: Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.


MIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and Others.
Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius.

Ant. Why should he not?
Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better

He is twenty men to one.

. To-morrow, soldier,
By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live,
Or bathe my dying honour in the blood :
Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well?

Eno. I'll strike; and cry, Take all.?

Well said; coine on.
Call forth my household servants; let's to-night

Enter Servants.
Be bounteous at our meal.-Give me thy hand,
Thou hast been rightly honest;--so hast thou;
And thou, and thou,—and thou:--you have serv'

di me well, And kings have been your fellows. Cleo.

What means this?

9 Take all.] Let the survivor take all. No composition, victory or death.

Eno. 'Tis one of those odd tricks, which sorrow shoots

[Aside. Out of the mind. . Ant.

And thou art honest too.
I wish, I could be made so many men;
And all of you clapp'd up together in
An Antony; that I might do you service,
So good as you have done.

* The gods forbid! i Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night:

Scant not my cups; and make as much of me,
As when mine empire was your fellow too,
And suffer'd my command.

What does he mean?
Eno. To make his followers weep.

Tend me to-night;
May be, it is the period of your duty: -
Haply, you shall not see me more; or if,
A mangled shadow:8 perchance, to-morrow
You'll serve another master. I look on you,
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest fri unds,
I turn you not away; but, like a master
Married to your good service, stay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the gods yield you for't !

What mean you, sir, To give them this disconfort? Look, they weep; And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd;" for shame, Transform us not to women. Ant.

Ho, ho, ho! 8 cm-'or if,

A mangled shadow:] Or if you see me more, you will see me a mangled shadow, only the external form of what I was.

9 And the gods yield you for't!] i. e. reward you.

i onion-ey'd;] I have my eyes as full of tears as if they had been fretted by onions.

% Ant. Ho, ho, ho!] i. e, stop, or desist. Antony desires his followers to cease weeping.

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