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And feel I am so most. O Antony,
Field of Battle between the Camps.
Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA,
Alarum. Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, " wounded.
Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!
Thou bleed'st apace.
* And feel I am so most.] i.e. I am pre-eminently the first, the greatest villain of the earth. To stand alone, is still used in that sense, where any one towers above his competitors. And feel I am so most, must signify, I feel or know it myself, more than any other person can or does feel it. REED.
This blows my heart:] This generosity, (says Enobarbus,) swells my heart, so that it will quickly break, if thought break it not, a swifter mean.
but thought will do't, I feel.] Thought, in this passage, as in many others, signifies melancholy.
- and our oppression-] i. e. the force by which we are oppressed or overpowered.
Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T,
They do retire.
Enter EROS. Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage
serves For a fair victory. Scar.
Let us score their backs,
I will reward thee
I'll halt after. [Exeunt.
Under the Walls of Alexandria.
Alarum. Enter ANTONY, marching; SCARUS, and
Ant. We have beat him to his camp; Run one
before, And let the queen know of our guests.-To-morrow, Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all; For doughty-handed are you; and have fought Not as you serv'd the cause, but as it had been Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors. Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
clip your wides,] To clip is to embrace,
Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss The honour'd gashes whole.-Give me thy hand;
Enter CLEOPATRA, attended. To this great fairyI'll commend thy acts, Make her thanks bless thee.-0 thou day o' the
Lord of lords!
My nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. What, girl?
though grey, Do something mingle with our brown; yet have we A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man; Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand; Kiss it, my warrior:-He hath fought to-day, As if a god, in hate of mankind, had Destroy'd in such a shape. Cleo.
I'll give thee, friend, An armour all of gold; it was a king's.
Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled Like holy Phæbus' car.-Give me thy hand;
• To this great fairy-) Mr. Upton has well observed, that fairy, which Dr. Warburton and Sir T. Hanmer explain by Inchantress, comprises the idea of power and beauty. Johnson.
proof of harness-] i. e. armour of proof. Harnois, Fr. Arnese, Ital.
• The world's great snare-] i. e. the war.
? Get goal for goal of youth.) At all plays of barriers, the boundary is called a goal; to win a goal, is to be a superior in a contest of activity.
Through Alexandria make a jolly march ; -
gether, Applauding our approach.
Sentinels on their Post. Enter ENOBARBUS.
I Sold. If we be not reliev'd within this hour, We must return to the court of guard:' The night Is shiny; and, they say, we shall embattle By the second hour i' the morn. 2 Sold.
This last day was A shrewd one to us. Eno.
O, bear me witness, night,3 Sold. What man is this? 2 Sold.
Stand close, and list to him. Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon, When men revolted shall upon record
• Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them:) i.e. hack'd as much as the men to whom they belong; or perhaps, Bear our hack'd targets with spirit and exultation, such as becomes the brave warriors that own them.
tabourines;] A tabourin was a small drum. It is often mentioned in our ancient romances.
the court of guard:) i. e. the guard-room, the place where the guard musters. The same expression occurs again in Othello.
Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
Enobarbus! 3 Sold.
Peace; Hark further.
Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me;That life, a very rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me: Throw my heart 3 Against the flint and hardness of my fault; Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony, Nobler than my revolt is infamous, Forgive me in thine own particular ; But let the world rank me in register A master-leaver, and a fugitive: O Antony! O Antony !
[Dies. 2 Sold.
Let's speak To him.
1 Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæsar. 3 Sold.
Let's do so.
But he sleeps. i Sold. Swoons rather ; for so bad a prayer as his Was never yet for sleeping. 2 Sold.
Go we to him. 3 Sold. Awake, awake, sir ; speak to us. 2 Sold.
Hear you, sir? | Sold. The hand of death hath raught him.*
Hark, the drums [Drums afar off
2 - disponge upon me;] i. e. discharge, as a sponge, when squeezed, discharges the moisture it had imbibed. STEEVENS.
Throw my heart-] The pathetick of Shakspeare too often ends in the ridiculous. It is painful to find the gloomy dignity of this noble scene destroyed by the intrusion of a conceit so farfetched and unaffecting. JOHNSON.
* The hand of death hath raught him.] Raught is the ancient preterite of the verb to reach.