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The loyalty well held to fools, does make
@ur faith mere folly; yet he that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fall’n lord,
Does conquer

hin that did his master conquer, And earns a place i'th' story.

Wisdom fuperior to Fortune. Wisdom and fortune, combating together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance may shake it. Scene X. Vicious Persons infatuated by Heaven.

Good, my lord; When we in our viciousness grow hard, Oh misery on't! the wise gods seal our eyes In our own filth, drop our clear judgments, make us Adore our errors, laugh at's, while we strut To our confufion.

Fury expels Fear,
Now he'll outstare the lightning; to be furious
Is to be frighted out of fear, and, in that mood,
The dove will peck the estridge; I fee still
A diminution in our captain's brain
Restores his heart; when valour preys on reason,
It eats the sword it fights with.

A Master taking leave of his Servants.

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. It inay chance to-morrow,
You'll serve another master. I look on you,
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
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.
SCENE III. Early rising the Way to Eminence.

This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betiines.

SCENE VI. Antony to Cleopatra, at his Return

with Victory.

O, thou day o'th' world, (29) Chain mine arm’d neck, leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing.

Scene VII. Loathed Life. (30) Oh, fovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night difpunge upon me,


(29) Chain, &c.] i. e. Entwine me, armed as I am, in thy embraces. A chain, Mr. Edwards adds, Can. of Crit. p. 123. a gallant man would prefer before any gold one. He observes too, on the last line in the speech, (wherein Mr. Warburton tells us) Shakespear alludes “ to an admiral thip on the billows after a storm." Why should it be triumphing like an admiral ship on the billows after a storm? I thought victories gained, not storms escaped, had been the matter of triumphs; and, I suppose, ocher fhips dance on the billows just after the same manner as the ad. miral's does.

(30) Oh, &c.] Enobarbus here beautifully calls the moon, the sovereign mistress of true melancholy, and betrays a generous concern for his ingratitude. Bellario, in Philafier, Act 4. makes this affecting and inelancholy speech;

A heaviness near death sits on my brow,
And I must sleep : bear me, thou gentle bank
For ever, if thou wilt : you (weet ones all,
Let me, unworthy, press you: I could with,
I rather were a corse, strew'd o'er with you,



That life, a very rebel to my will,
May hang no longer on me.

Scene IX. Antony's Defpondency. (31) Oh sun, thy uprise shall I see no more : Fortune and Antony part here, even here

we shake hands-All come to this !.The hearts That pannell’d me at heels, to whom I gave Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets


Than quick above you ; dullness Thurs mine eyes,
And I am giddy : Oh, that I could take

So sound a Deep, that I might never wake! The despondency of both is beautiful : but the poet's art is ad. mirable, in so well suiting the sentiments : the despair of one proceeding from guilt ; the other from injured innocence.

(31) Oh sun, &c.] So Ajax, just before he kills himself, addreises himself to the sun,

Σεδω φαινης, &c.
Bright day-light, and thou glory of the world,
Oh sun-to thee now last I send my voice,

Now fast I call--and hence am heard no more. The word pannellod, in the text, hath greatly. disturbed the critics; fome altering it to pantler’d, others to pag’d, spanield, and the like : but Mr.Upton's last criticism seems most juft-"Who,". says he,“is so unacquainted with our author as to be ignorant of his vague and licentious use of metaphors : his sporting, as it were, with the meaning of words ? -The illusion here, licentious as it is, is to the pannel of a wainscot. But hear ye the poet himself in As you like it, Act 3: "Jar. This fellow will but join you together, as they join wainscot.” So that by the hearts that pannelld me at heels, he means, the hearts that join'd me, united themselves to me, &c. This might have been lengthened into a simile, but he chooses to express it more closely by a metaphor.Uplon's Observations on Shakespear, p. 200. n. 3. I would always prefer that criticism which retains the original word, if it gives a tolerable sense. Tho' the line

Do discandy, melt their sweets, &c. is very good senfe, I think, it would be better, if we read do discandying melt their sweets. The reafons are obvious.

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On blossoming Cafar; and this pine is bark'd
That over-topt them all.

Departing Greatness.
The foul and body rive not more in parting,
Than greatness going off.

SCENE X. Antony, on his faded Glory.
Ant. Sometime, we fee a cloud that's dragonish;
A vapour sometime, like a bear, or lion,
A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory,
With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen there

They are black vefper's pageants.

Eros. Ay, my lord.

Ant. That which is now a horse, even with a thought
The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct
As water is in water.

Eros. It does, my lord.

Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is
Even such a body; here I'm Antony,
Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
I made these wars for Egypt, and the Queen,
Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine;
(Which whilst it was mine, had annex'd to it
A million more, now loft ;) she, Eros, has
Packt cards with Cæfar, and false play'd my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph.
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros, there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.

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Description of Cleopatra's (supposed) Death.

Death of one person can be paid but once, And that she has discharg'd. What thou wouldít do, Í: done unto thy hand; the last she spake

Was Antony! most noble Antony !
Then in the midst a tearing groan did break
The name of Antony; it was divided
Between her heart and lips ; she render'd life,
Thy name fo buried in her.
SCENE XII. Cleopatra on the Death of Antony.

It were for me
To throw my sceptre at th' injurious gods,
To tell them that this world did equal theirs,
Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but nought:
Patience is fottish, and impatience does
Become a dog that's mad : then is it fin,
To rush into the secret house of death,
Ere death dare come to us? How do ye, women?
What, what good cheer? Why, how now, Charmian?
My noble girls ? -Ah women, women! Look,
Our lamp is spent, it's out-Good firs, take heart,
We'll bury him: and then what's brave, what's noble,
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us. Come, away,
This case of that huge fpirit now is cold.


Death. My defolation does begin to make A better life'; 'tis paltry to be Cæfar: Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, A minister of her will; and it is great, To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change ; (32) Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse, and Cæsar's.


(32) Which sleeps, &c.] Mr. Seward, in a note on the Fele One, mbserves; When we speak in contempt of any thing, we gene


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