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SCENE 1.-The Plains of Philippi.
Enter OCTAVIUS ANTONY, and their Army.
Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:
You said, the eneiny would not come down,
But keep the hills and upper regions ;

It proves not so; their battles are at band;
They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
Answering before we do demand of them.

Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Wherefore they do it: they could be content
To visit other places; and come down
With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face,
To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage;
But is not so.

Enter a MESSENGER.

Meis. Prepare you, generals:

The enemy comes on in gallant show;
Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
And something to be done immediately.

Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on.
Upon the left hand of the even field.

Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the
left.

Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent
Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so.

[March. Dram. Ester BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their ermy; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others.

Bru. They stand, and would have parley.
Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and

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Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of bat

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Ant. No, Cesar, we will answer on their

charge.

Make furth, the generals would have some words. bet. Sur not until the signal.

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I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.

Bru. Oh! if thou wert the noblest of thy

strain,

Young man, thou could'st not die more honourable.

Cas. A peevish school-boy, worthless of such
honour,

Join'd with a masker and a reveller.
Ant. Old Cassius still!

Oct. Come, Antony; away.-
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth:
If you dare fight to-day, come to the field;
If not, when you have stomachs.

[Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTÓNY,
and their Army.

Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow;
and swim, bark!

The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Bru. Ho!

Lucilius; hark, a word with you.

Luc. My lord.

[BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart. Cas. Messala,

Mes. What says my general?

Cas. Messala,

This is my birth-day; as this very day

Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala:
Be thou my witness, that, against my will,
As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set
Upon one battle all our liberties.
You know, that I held Epicurus strong,
And his opinion: now I change my mind,
And partly credit things that do presage.
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign⚫
Two mighty eagles fell; and there they perch'd,
Who to Philippi here consorted + us,
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands,
This morning are they fled away and gone;
And, in their steads, do ravens, crows, and kites,
As we were sickly prey; their shadows seem
Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us,
A canopy most fatal, under which

Bra. Words before blows: Is it so, country-Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.

men 1

Ort. Not that we love words better, as you do.
Bra. Good words are better than bad strokes,

Octavias.

Ast. In your had strokes, Brutus, you give good words:

en the hole you made in Cesar's heart, Craz, Lang live! hail, Cesar!

Cas. Antony,

The stare of your blows are yet unknown; for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,

#ad leave them honeyless.

Ant. Not stingless too.

kru. Oh! yes, and soundless too;

For yua have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,

And, very wisely, threat before you sting.

Mes. Believe not so.

Cas. I but believe it partly;
For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd
To meet all perils very constantly.
Bru. Even so, Lucilius.

Cas. Now, most noble Brutus,

The gods to-day stand friendly; that we may,
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain,
Let's reason with the worst that may befall.

If we do lose this battle, then is this
The very last time we shall speak together;
What are you then determined to do?

Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy,
By which I did blame Cato for the death
Which he did give himself—(I know not how,

Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile But I do find it cowardly and vile,

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That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome:
He bears too great a mind. But this same day
Must end that work the ides of March begun ;
And whether we shall meet again, I know not.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take :-
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius !
If we do meet again, why we shall smile;
If not, why then this parting was well made.

Enter PINDARUS.

Come hither, Sirrah :

In Parthia did I take thee prisoner ;
And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
That whatsoever I did bid thee do,

Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep
thine oath !

Now be a freeman: and, with this good sword,

Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus ! That ran through Cesar's bowels, search this If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed! If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.

Bru. Why then, lead on.-Oh! that a man might know

The end of this day's business ere it come !
But it sufficeth, that the day will end,
And then the end is known.-Come, ho! away!
[Exeunt.
SOENE II.-The same.-The Field of Battle.
Alarum.-Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA.
Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these
bills.

Unto the legions on the other side:

[Loud Alarum. Let them set on at once; for I perceive But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing, And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same.-Another part of the Field.

Alarum.-Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS.
Cas. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy:
This ensign here of mine was turning back;
I slew the coward, and did take it from him.
Tit. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too
early;

Who having some advantage on Octavius,
Took it too eargerly; his soldiers fell to spoil,
Whilst we by Antony are all enclos'd.

Enter PINDARUS.

Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord! Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.

Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius ;

Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire ? Tit. They are, my lord.

Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me,

Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him,

Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
And here again; that I may rest assur'd,
Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy.
Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought.
[Exit.
Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;
My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou not'st about the field.-
[Exit PINDARUS.
This day I breathed first time is come round,
And where I did begin, there I shall end;
My life has run his compass.-Sirrah, what news?
Pin. [Above.] O my lord!

Cas. What news

Pin. Titinius is?

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bosom.

Stand not to answer; Here, take thou the hilts;
And, when my face is cover'd as 'tis now,
Guide thou the sword. Cesar, thou art reveng'd,
Even with the sword that kill'd thee.

[Dies.

Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Durst I have done my will. O Cassius! Far from this country Pindarus shall run, Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Erit.

Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA.

Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius' legions are by Autony.

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Mes. Where did you leave him?
Tit. All disconsolate,

With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the

ground?

Tit. He lies not like the living. O my heart! Mes. Is not that he?

Tit. No, this was he, Messala,

But Cassius is no more.-O setting sun!
As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night,
So in his red blood Cassius' day is set;
The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are
done!

Mistrust of my success hath done this decd.

Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done

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Tit. Hie you, Messala,

And I will seek for Pindarus the white.
[Exit MESSALA.
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius ?
Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,
And bid me give't thee? Didst thou not hear
their shouts ?

Alas! thou hast misconstrued every thing.
But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;
Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
Will do his bidding.-Brutus, come apace,
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.-
By your leave, gods :-This is a Roman's part:
Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.
[Dies.

Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and Lu.

CILIUS.

Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body

lie?

Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it. Bru. Titinius' face is upward.

Cato. He is slain.

Bru. O Julius Cesar, thou art mighty yet!

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I will proclaim my name about the field :-
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
A fue to tyrants, and my country's friend:
I am the soul of Marcus Cato, ho!

[Charges the Enemy. Brs. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, iny country's friend; know me for Brutus.

CATO is

[Exit, charging the Enemy. overpowered and falls. Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thon down!

Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius;
And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son.
1 Soid. Yield, or thou diest.

Luc. Only 1 yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; [Offering Money. Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. 1 Seld. We must not.-A noble prisoner! 2 Seid. Room, hol Tell Antony, Brutus is

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Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief, That it runs over even at his eyes.

Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.

Vol. What says my lord?

Br. Why, this, Volummins:

The ghost of Cesar hath appear'd to me
Two several times by night at Sardis, once;
And this last night, here in Philippi' fields.
I know my hour is come.

Vol. Not so, my lord.

Bru. Nay, i am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou see'st the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit:

It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,

Thou know'st that we two went to school together;

Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,
Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
[Alarum still.

Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying

here.

Bru. Farewell to you;-and you;—and you,
Volumnius.-

Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep:
Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen,
My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life,
I found no man, but he was true to me.
I shall have glory by this losing day
More than Octavius and Mark Antony,
By this vile conquest, shall attain unto.
So, fare you well at once: for Brutus' tongue
Hath almost ended his life's history:

Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest;

That have but labour'd to attain this hour. [Alarum. Cry within; Fly, Ay, fly. Cli. Fly, my lord, fly.

Bru. Hence; I will follow thee.

[Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUM

NIUS.

I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:
Thou art a fellow of a good respect;

Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it:
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
Stra. Give me your hand first: Fare you well,
my lord.

Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cesar, now be still:

I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
[He runs on his Sword and dies.
Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY,
MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their Army.
Oct. What man is that?

Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master?

Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala;

The conquerors can but make a fire of him;

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For Brutus only overcame himself,
And no man else hath honour by his death.
Luc. So Brutus should be found.-I thank
thee, Brutus,

That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.
Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain
them.

Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer + me to you. Oct. Do so, Messala.

Mes. How died my master, Strato ?

Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it.

Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master.

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Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all = All the conspirators, save only he,

Did that they did in envy of great Cesar:
He, only, in a general honest thought,
And common good to all made one of them.
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, This was a man!

Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,

With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
So, call the field to rest: and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.

(Ereunt.

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.

LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.

THIS play is supposed to have been written in the year 1608; and some of its incidents may have been borrowed from a production of Daniel's, called "The Tragedie of Cleopatra," which was entered on the books of the, Stationers' Company in the year 1593. It rapidly condenses the events of a considerable period, commencing with the triple partition of the empire at the death of Brutus, B. C. 41, and terminating with the final overthrow of the Prolemean dynasty, B. C. 23. Its historical features are, upon the whole, accurately drawn ; and the sentiments of many of the characters are literally copied from Plutarch and other biographers.---An` tony's illest connection with Cleopatra, his brutal treatment of the amiable Octavia, and his absurd assump-" tion of despotic power in bequeathing the Roman provinces to a degraded progeny, were the ostensible grounds of the rupture which ended in his death, and united the whole extent of Roman conquest under one imperial sceptre. The character of Cleopatra, the fascinating, dexterous, and incontinent Egyptian, abounds in portical beauty; and the rough soldier's description of her passage down the Cydnus, has ever been considered a luxuriant specimen of glowing oriental description. But it is in the portrait of Antony that the discriminating reader will chiefly discover the pencil of a master. It is a choice finish to the outline of his character, as given in the play of Julius Cesar. He was then "a masker and a reveller," of comely person, lively Wit, and tusinuating address :---but the fire of youth, and the dictates of ambition, restrained his licentious cravings within tolerable bounds. In the decline of life, and in the lap of voluptuousness, with wealth at his command, and monarchs at his footstool, we find him alternately playing the fool, the hero, or the barbarian, triding away the treasures of the East in sensuality and indolence, and destroying a noble army by cowardice and obstinacy. Still, the rays of inherent greatness occasionally gleam through a cloud of ignoble propenties, and glimmerings of Roman greatness partially reclaim a carcer of the most doting effeminacy. The philosophy of his mind, and the cool superiority of maturer years, are admirably pourtrayed in the first reCriminatory scene with Octavius Cesar, who, notwithstanding the flattery of historians," was deceitful, meanspirited, proud, and revengeful."---Dr. Johnson says: "This play keeps curiosity always busy, and the pas Bans always interested. The continual hurry of the action, the variety of incidents, and the quick succession of one passage to another, call the mind forwards without intermission from the first act to the last. But the power of delighting is derived principally from the frequent changes of the scene; for, except the femi sine arts (some of which are too low) which distinguish Cleopatra, no character is very strongly discrimi mazed. Upton, who did not easily miss what he desired to find, has discovered that the language of Antony la. with great skill and learning, made pompous and superb, according to his real practice. But I think his diction not distinguishable from that of others: the most tumid speech in the play is that which Cesar makes to Antuny."

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Triumvirs.

MENAS, MENECRATES, VARRIUS, Friends of
Pompey.

TAURUS, Lieutenant-general to Cesar.

CANIDIUS, Lieutenant-general to Antony.
SILIUS, an Officer in Ventidius' Army.

EUPHRONIUS, an Ambassador from Antony to

Cesar.

Friends of Antony. ALEXAS, MARDIAN, SELFUCUs, and DIOMEDES,

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Attendants on Cleopatra.

A SOOTHSAYER. A CLOWN.

CLEOPATRA, Queen of Egypt.

OCTAVIA, Sister to Cesar, and wife to Antony.
CHARMIAN, and IRAs, Attendants on Cleopatra.

Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other
Attendants.

SCENE, changes to several Parts of the Roman Empire.

ACT L

Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
Which in the scuffles of great tights hath burst

WEVE L-Alexandria.-A Room in CLEO-The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper;

PATRA'S Palace.

Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO.
Ph-Z. Nav. but this dotage of our general's
imdyws the measure; those his goodly eyes,
er the fies and musters of the war

Be cup glow “of like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
The veure and devotion of their view

And is become the bellows and the fan

To cool a gypsy's lust. Look where they come!
Flourish. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA with
their Trains: EUNUCHS janning her.
Take but good note and you shall see in hi

• Renounces.

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