Againit a iworder. -1 lee, men's judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes, and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To fuffer all alike. That he should dream,
Knowing all measures, the full Cafar will
Answer his emptiness! - Cafar, thou hast subdu'd
His judgment too.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. A messenger from Cafar.

Cleo. What, no more ceremony? see, my women,
Against the blown rose may they stop their nose,
That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, Sir.

Eno. (40) Mine honesty and I begin to square;
Tho' loyalty, well held, to fools does make
Our faith mere folly: yet he, that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fall'n Lord,
Does conquer him that did his master conquer,
And earns a place i'th' story.

Enter Thyreus.

Cleo. Cæfar's will?

Thyr. Hear it apart.

Cleo. None but friends; say boldly.

Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony.
Exo. He needs as many, Sir, as Cafar has:

Or needs not us. If Cafar please, our master

(40) Mine honesty and I begin to square;

The loyalty, well beld to fools, does make
Our faith mere folly: &c.]

If I fee any thing of the Poet's sentiment in this passage, both the text and pointing are flightly deprav'd; and, I think, I have reform'd both justly. After Enobarbus has faid, that his honesty and he begin to quarrel, (i. e. that his reason shews him to be mistaken in his firm adherence to Antony;) he immediately falls into this generous reflection: "Tho' loyalty, stubbornly preserv'd to a Master in his de" clin'd fortunes, seems folly in the eyes of fools; (i.e. men, who " have not honour enough to think more wisely;) yet he, who can "be so obstinately loyal, will make as great a figure on record, as "the conqueror."

Whose he is, we are, and that's Cæfar's.

Thyr. So.

Thus then, thou most renown'd, Cæfar intreats,
Not to confider in what case thou stand'st

Further than he is Cafar.

C'eo. Go on;-right royal.

Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony

As you did love, but as you fear'd him.

Cleo. Oh!

Afide.

Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he

Does pity, as constrained blemishes,

Not as defer'd.

Cleo. He is a God, and knows

What is most right. Mine honour was not yielded,

But conquer'd merely.

Eno. To be sure of that,

I will ask Antony

Sir, thou'rt so leaky,

That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for

Thy deareft quit thee.

Thyr. Shall I say to Cafar

What you require of him? he partly begs,

[Exit Eno.

To be defir'd to give. It much would please him,
That of his fortunes you would make a ftaff
To lean upon. But it would warm his spirits,

To hear from me you had left Antony,

And put yourself under his shroud, the universal landlord.

Cleo. What's your name?

Thyr. My name is Thyreus.

Cleo. (41) Most kind messenger,

Say to great Cæfar this; in deputation

(41) Moft kind messenger;

Say to great Cæfar this in difputation,

I kiss bis conqu'ring band :]

I kiss

I kiss his conqu'ring hand: tell him, I'm prompt
To lay my crown at's feet, and there to kneel.
Tell him, that from his all-obeying breath
I hear the doom of Egypt.

Thyr. 'Tis your noblest course :
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your hand.

Cleo. Your Cæfar's father oft,
When he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in,
Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
As it rain'd kisses.

Enter Antony, and Enobarbus.

Ant. Favours! by Jove, that thunders.

What art thou, fellow?

[Seeing Thyreus kiss her hand.

Thyr. One that but performs

The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest

To have command obey'd.

Eno. You will be whipp'd.

Ant. Approach there-ah, you kite! now, Gods

and Devils!

Authority melts from me of late. - When I cry'd, hoa!
Like boys unto a muss, Kings would start forth,
And cry, your will ? have you no ears ?

I'm Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him.

i. e. by Proxy; I depute you to pay him that duty in my name. Our Author has employ'd this word in several other passages.

Lent him our terror, drest him with our love,

And giv'n his deputation all the organs

Of our own pow'r.

Meas. for Meas.

And that his friends by deputation

Could not so soon be drawn.

1 Henry IV.

Ibid.

-Sometimes, great Agamemnon,

Thy topless deputation he puts on.

Treilus, &c. &c.

Enter Enter Servants.

Eno. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp,

Than with an old one dying.

Ant. Moon and stars!

Whip him:-Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries
That do acknowledge Cafar, should I find them

So faucy with the hand of She here, (what's her name,
Since the was Cleopatra?)-whip him, fellows
Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face,
And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.

Thyr. Mark Antony

Ant. Tug him away; being whipp'd,

Bring him again: this Jack of Casar's shall
Bear us an errand to him.

[Exeunt with Thyreus.

You were half blasted, ere I knew you: ha!
Have I my pillow left unprest in Rome,
Forborn the getting of a lawful race,

And by a jem of women, to be abus'd
By one that looks on feeders ?

Cleo. Good my Lord,

Ant. You have been a boggler ever.
But when we in our viciousness grow hard,
(O misery on't!) the wife Gods feal our eyes
In our own filth, drop our clear judgments, make us
Adore our errors, laugh at's while we ftrut
To our confufion.

Cleo. Oh, is't come to this?

Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon
Dead Cæfar's trencher: nay, you were a fragment
Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours,
Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have

Luxuriously pickt out

For, I am fure,

Though you can guess what temperance should be,

You know not what it is.

Cleo. Wherefore is this?

Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards,

And fay, God quit you, be familiar with
My play-fellow, your hand; this kingly seal,
And plighter of high hearts! O that I were

Upon

A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank
For being yare about him. Is he whipp'd?

Re-enter a Servant, with Thyreus,

Serv. Soundly, my Lord.
Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd a' pardon ?
Serv. He did ask favour.

Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent
Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou forry
To follow Cafar in his triumph, since

Thou hast been whipp'd for following him. Henceforth,
The white hand of a lady fever thee,

Shake to look on't. - Go, get thee back to Cafar,
Tell him thy entertainment: look, thou say,
He makes me angry with him: For he seems
Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry;
And, at this time, most easy 'tis to do't:
When my good stars, that were my former guides,
Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
Into the abyfm of hell. If he miflike
My speech, and what is done, tell him, he has
Hipparchus my enfranchis'd bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like, to quit me. Urge it thou:
Hence with thy stripes, be gone.

Cleo. Have you done yet?

[Exit Thyreus.

Ant. Alack, our terrene moon is now eclips'd,

And it portends alone the fall of Antony.

Cleo. I must stay his time.

Ant. To flatter Cafar, would you mingle eyes

With one that ties his points?

Cle. Not know me yet?

Ant. Cold-hearted toward me!

Cleo. Ah, dear, if I be so,

From.my cold heart let heav'n ingender hail,

And poison't in the fource, and the first stone

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