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To change a master.-—0, my fortunes have
Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria.
Flourish. Enter CÆSAR, with AGRIPPA, ENOBARBUS,
Enter a Messenger.
Go, charge Agrippa,
[Exeunt CÆSAR and his Train. Eno. Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry, On affairs of Antony; there did persuade Great Herod to incline himself to Cæsar, And leave his master Antony: for this pains, Cæsar hath hanged him. Canidius, and the rest That fell away, have entertainment, but No honorable trust. I have done ill, Of which I do accuse myself so sorely, That I will joy no more.
1 The following passages illustrate this passage:
« Come the three corners of the world in arms,
King Henry VI. Part II.
Enter a Soldier of Cæsar's.
Eno. I give it you.
Mock not, Enobarbus;
true. Best you safed the bringer Out of the host; I must attend mine office, Or would have done't myself. Your emperor Continues still a Jove.
[Exit Soldier. Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth, And feel I am so most. O Antony, Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid My better service, when my turpitude Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows' my heart: If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean Shall outstrike thought; but thought will do't, I feel. I fight against thee! -No; I will go seek Some ditch, wherein to die; the foul'st best fits My latter part of life.
SCENE VII. Field of Battle between the Camps.
Alarum. Drums and trumpets.
and others. Agr. Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far; Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression? Exceeds what we expected.
Alarum. Enter Antony and Scarus, wounded. Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed! 1 “This generosity (says Enobarbus) swells my heart, so that it will quickly break, if thought break it not.”
means the force by which we are oppressed or overpowered.
2 «Our oppression
Had we done so at first, we had driven them home
Thou bleed'st apace.
They do retire. Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes;! I have yet Room for six scotches more.
Enter Eros. Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage
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
Forces. 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 escaped. I thank you all ; For doughty-handed are you; and have fought Not as you served 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 : Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
1 The hole in a bench, ad levandum alvum. 2 Antony, after his success, intends to bring his officers to sup with Cleopatra.
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
Lord of lords !
My nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. What, girl ? though
gray Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet
I'll give thee, friend,
Ant. He has deserved it, were it carbuncled Like holy Phoebus' car.—Give me thy hand; Through Alexandria make a jolly march ; Bear our hacked targets like the men that owe them.5 Had our great palace the capacity Το
camp this host, we all would sup together, And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
1 Fairy, in former times, did not signify only a diminutive, imaginary being, but an enchanter.
2 i. e. armor of proof (harnois, Fr.; arnese, Ital.). 3 i. e. the war.
4 At all plays of barriers, the boundary is called a goal; to win a goal is to be superior in a contest of activity.
5 " With spirit and exultation, such as become the brave warriors that own them."
Which promises royal peril.— Trumpeters,
SCENE IX. Cæsar's Camp.
Sentinels on their post. Enter ENOBARBUS. 1 Sold. If we be not relieved 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 him. Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon, When men revolted shall upon record Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did Before thy face repent! 1 Sold.
Enobarbus! 3 Sold. 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 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
i Tabourines were small drums. 2 The guard room.