Were we before our armies and to fight,

I fhould do thus.

Caf. Welcome to Rome.

Ant. Thank you.

Caf. Sit.

Ant. Sit, Sir.

Cf. Nay, then

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Ant. I learn, you take things ill, which are not fo Or being, concern you not.

Caf. I must be laught at,

If, or for nothing, or a little, I

Should fay my felf offended, and with you

Chiefly i'th' world: More laught at, that I should
Once name you derogately, when to found

Your name it not concern'd me.

Ant. My being in Egypt, Cafar, what was't to you?
Caf. No more than my refiding here at Rome

Might be to you in Egypt: yet if you there
Did practife on my state, your being in Ægypt
Might be my question.

Ant. How intend you, practis'd?

Caf. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent, By what did here befall. (19) Your wife and brother Made wars upon me; and their conteftation

Was theam'd for you, you were the word of war.

Ant. You do mistake your bufinefs: my brother never Did urge me in his act: I did inquire it,

And have my learning from fome true reports

(19)

-Your wife and brother

Made wars upon me ; and their conteftation

Was theam for you, you were the word of war.] The only meaning of this can be, that the war, which Antony's wife and brother made upon Cæfar, was theam for Antony too to make war; or was the occafion why he did make war. But this is directly contrary to the context, which fhews, Antony did neither encourage them to it, nor fecond them in it. We cannot doubt then, but the Poet wrote;

-and their conteftation

Was theam'd for you;

i. e. The pretence of their war was on your account, they took up arms in your name, and you were made the theam and subject of their infurrection.

Mr. Warburton,

That

That drew their fwords with you.
Difcredit my authority with yours,

Did he not rather

And make the wars alike against my stomach,
Having alike your caufe? of this, my letters
Before did fatisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel,
(As matter whole you've not to make it with)
It must not be with this.

Caf. You praise your self,

By laying defects of judgment to me: but
You patch up your excufes.

Ant. Not fo, not fo;

I know, you could not lack, (I'm certain on't)
Very neceffity of this thought, that I,

Your Partner in the caufe 'gainft which he fought,
Could not with grateful eyes attend those wars,
Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife,
I would, you had her spirit in fuch another;
The third a'th' world is yours, which with a fnaffle
You may pace eafy; but not fuch a wife.

Eno. Would, we had all fuch wives, that the men might go to wars with the women!

Ant. So much uncurbable her garboiles, Cafar,
Made out of her impatience, which not wanted
Shrewdness of policy too, I grieving grant,
Did you too much difquiet: For that you must
But fay, I could not help it.

Caf. I wrote to you,

When rioting in Alexandria, you

Did pocket up my letters; and with taunts
Did gibe my miffive out of audience.

Ant. Sir, he fell on me, ere admitted: then
Three Kings I had newly feasted, and did want
Of what I was i'th' morning: but, next day,
I told him of my felf; which was as much
As to have afk'd him pardon. Let this fellow
Be nothing of our ftrife: if we contend,
Out of our question wipe him.
Caf. You have broken

The article of your oath, which
Have tongue to charge me with.

you

fhall never

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Lep. Soft, Cefar.

Ant. No, Lepidus, let him fpeak;

The Honour's facred which he talks on now,
Suppofing, that I lackt it: but on, Cæfar,
The article of my oath

Caf. To lend me arms and aid, when I requir'd them, The which you both deny'd.

Ant. Neglected, rather:

And then, when poifon'd hours had bound me up
From mine own knowledge; as nearly as I may,
I'll play the penitent to you. But mine honefty
Shall not make poor my Greatnefs ; nor my Power
Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,
To have me out of Egypt, made wars here;
For which my felf, the ignorant motive, do
So far afk pardon, as befits mine Honour
To stoop in fuch a cafe.

Lep. Tis nobly fpoken.

Mec. If it might please you, to enforce no further
The griefs between ye: to forget them quite,
Were to remember, that the present need
Speaks to attone you.

Lep. Worthily fpoken, Mecanas.

Eno. Or if you borrow one another's love for the inftant, you may, when you hear no more words of Pompey, return it again you fhall have time to wrangle in, when you have nothing else to do.

Ant. (20) Thou art a Soldier only; fpeak no more. Eno. That truth fhould be filent, I had almost forgot. Ant. You wrong this Prefence, therefore speak no more. Eno. Go to then: your confiderate ftone. Caf. I do not much dislike the matter, but The manner of his fpeech: for't cannot be,

(20) Thou art a foldier, only speak no more.] I think, the tranfpofi tion of the comma here is abfolutely neceffary, because the remove will give a sense which the context seems to require. The argument be. twixt Antony and Cæfar turns upon high matters of state; and Enobarbus bufily interpofing with his blunt reflections, Antony checks him, and would say, Don't you pretend to mix your counsel in these affairs, that are only a foldier, and action all your talent.

We

We shall remain in friendship, our conditions
So differing in their acts. Yet if I knew

What hoop would hold us ftaunch, from edge to edge
O' th' world, I would pursue it.

Agr. Give me leave, Cafar.

Caf. Speak, Agrippa.

Agr. Thou haft a fifter by the mother's fide,
Admir'd Octavia! great Mark Antony
Is now a widower.

Caf. Say not fo, Agrippa;

(21) If Cleopatra heard you, your approof Were well deferv'd of rashness.

Ant. I am not married, Cafar, let me hear
Agrippa further speak.

Agr. To hold you in perpetual amity,
To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts
With an unflipping knot, take Antony
Octavia to his Wife; whofe beauty claims
No worse a Hufband than the best of men;
Whofe virtue, and whose general graces speak
That which none else can utter. By this marriage,
All little jealoufies, which now feem great,

And all great fears, which now import their dangers,
Would then be nothing. Truths would be but tales,
Where now half tales be truths: her love to both
Would each to other, and all loves to both
Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke,
For 'tis a ftudied, not a present thought,
By duty ruminated.

Ant. Will Cafar speak?

(21) If Cleopatra beard you, your proof were

Well deferved of rafhness.] But was Agrippa's barely faying, that Antony was a widower, any proof that he was fo? Befides, will Well deferved of rafonefs run as the initial part of a verfe, in Mr. Pope's ear? If fo, emphafis and cadence are tuned peculiarly, to his fervice. I make no fcruple to restore,

If Cleopatra beard you, your approof

Were well deferv'd of rafhrefs.

I have in a former note juftified our author's ufage of this word, approof, i. e. allowance, admitting. And so the French use their ap prouver; i. e. gréer, trouver bon.

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Caf. Not 'till he hears, how Antony is touch'd With what is fpoke already.

Ant. What power is in Agrippa

(If I would fay, "Agrippa, be it so,”) To make this good?

Caf. The power of Cæfar, and His power unto Octavia.

Ant. May I never

To this good purpose, that fo fairly fhews,
Dream of impediment! let me have thy hand;
Further this act of grace: and from this hour,
The heart of brothers govern in our loves,
And fway our great defigns!

Caf. There is my hand:

A Sifter I bequeath you, whom no Brother
Did ever love fo dearly. Let her live

To join our kingdoms, and our hearts, and never
Fly off our loves again!

Lep. Happily, amen.

Ant. I did not think to draw my sword 'gainst Pompey, For he hath laid ftrange courtefies and great

Of late upon me.

I must thank him only,

Left my remembrance fuffer ill report;

At heel of that, defy him.

Lep. Time calls upon's:

Of us muft Pompey presently be fought,

Or else he feeks out us.

Ant. Where lies he?

Caf. About the Mount Mifenum.

Ant. What is his ftrength by Land?
Caf. Great, and increafing: but by Sea

He is an abfolute master..

Ant. So is the fame.

Would, we had spoke together! hafte we for it
Yet, ere we put our felves in arms, dispatch we
The bufinefs we have talk'd of.

Caf. With most gladness;

And do invite you to my Sifter's view,
Whither ftraight I'll lead you.

Ant. Let us, Lepidus, not lack your company.

;

Lep.