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The loyalty well held to fools, does make
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,
ACT IV. SCENE II.
Tend me to-night;
Married to your good service, stay till death;
This morning, like the spirit of a youth
SCENE VI. Antony to Cleopatra, at his Return
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,
That life, a very rebel to my will,
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,
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.
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.
On blossoming Cafar; and this pine is bark'd
SCENE X. Antony, on his faded Glory.
vapour sometime, like a bear, or lion,
Eros. Ay, my lord.
Ant. That which is now a horse, even with a thought
Eros. It does, my lord.
Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is
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 !
It were for me
ACT V. SCENE I.
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