In the unfurinking ftation where he fought,
But like a man, he died.

Siw. Then he is dead?

Roffe. Ay, and brought off the field: your caufe of forrow

Muft not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.

Siw. Had he his hurts before?
Roffe. Ay, on the front.

Siw. Why, then God's foldier be he!
Had I as many fons as I have hairs,

I would not wifh them to a fairer death:
And fo his knell is knolled.

Mal. He's worth more forrow,

And that I'll spend for him.

Siw. He's worth no more;

They fay he parted well, and paid his fcore,
So, God be with him!---Here comes newer comfort.
Enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's Head.

Macd. Hail, King! for fo thou art. Behold
where ftands

Th' ufurper's curfed head; the time is free:
I fee thee compafs'd with thy kingdom's Peers,
That speak my falutation in their minds,
Whofe voices I defire aloud with mine.
Hail, King of Scotland!

All, Hail, King of Scotland!

[Flourish.

Mal. We fhall not spend a large expence of time, Before we reckon with your feveral loves,

And make us even with you. Thanes and kinfmen, Henceforth be Earls, the first that ever Scotland

Siward is defcribed to have died, feems very much a copy of Cataline and his defperate affociates' behaviour, in a much worft caufe. Nam fere, quem quifque vivus pugnando locum ceperat, cum ama anima corpore regebat. Saluft.

In fuch an honour named. What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad,
That fled the fnares of watchful tyranny,
Producing forth the cruel ministers

Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like Queen;
(Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands.
Took off her life;) this, and what needful elfe (48)
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time and place:
So thanks to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we invite to fee us crowned at Scone.
[Flourish. Exeunt omnes-

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-this, and what needful elfe

That calls upon us, by the grace of Heaven.] This is a reading only of Mr Pope; for all the copies, that I have seen, read, -by the grace of Grace.

It is an expreffion our Author is fond of: and fo he often ftyles the Divinity himself, as well as his attribute.

Whilft I, their King, that thither them importune,
Do curfe the grace that with fuch grace hath bleft them.
Two Gent. of Vero.

Hopeft thou my cure?
Hel. The greatest Grace lending grace, &c. All's Well, &c.
In the like manner he loves to redouble other words :
And fpight of pight needs muft I reft a while.

Now, for the love of love and his foft hours.

&c. &c.

3 Henry VI.

Anto and Cleop..

ANTONY

A N D

CLEO PATR A,

Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt.

Octavia, Sifter to Cæfar, and Wife to Antony.

Charmian,

Iras,

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Ladies attending on Cleopatra.

Ambasadors from Antony to Cæfar, Captains, Soldiers, Meffengers, and other Attendants.

The SCENE is difperfed in feveral parts of the
Roman Empire.

ANTONY and CLEOPATRA,

A CTO I.

SCENE, the Palace at Alexandria in Egypt.

Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO.

N

PHILO.

AY, but this dotage of our general

O'erflows the meafure: thofe his goodly eyes, .That o'er the files and mufters of the war

Have glowed like plated Mars, now bend, now turn
The office and devotion of their view

Upon a tawny front. His captain's heart,
Which in the fcuffles of great fights hath burst
The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper,
And is become the bellows and the fan

To cool a gypfy's luft. Look, where they come !
Flourish. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, her
Ladies in the Train, Eunuchs fanning ber.

(1) Take but good note, and you fhall fee in him

(1) Take but good note, and you shall fee in him

The triple pillar of the world transformed.

Into a frumper's fool.] I have not difturbed the text, because of the concurrence of the copies; because it is fenfe, as the paffage may be commented; and because our Author is fo licentious in his metaphors. I muft not, however, ftiile my ingenious friend Mr Warburton's note and emendation on it. "A pillar turned into a fool? This is as odd a tranf "formation as, any in all Ovid. But I am much inclined to think that Shakespeare wrote,