We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? though grey Do something mingle with our brown+; yet have we 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 Phoebus' car.-Give me thy hand; Through Alexandria make a jolly march; Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them:8 To camp this host, we all would sup together; Make mingle with our rattling tabourines ;9 That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together, Applauding our approach. our younger brown;" - MALONE. [Exeunt. 7 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. & 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. 9 tabourines ;] A tabourin was a small drum. It is often mentioned in our ancient romances. SCENE IX. Cæsar's Camp. Sentinels on their Post. Enter ENOBARbus. 1 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. A shrewd one to us. Eno. This last day was 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 hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did Before thy face repent! 1 Sold. 3 Sold. Hark further. Enobarbus! Peace: Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, May hang no longer on me: Throw my heart3 the court of guard:] i. e. the guard-room, the place where the guard musters. The same expression occurs again in Othello. +"list him."-MALONE. 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 far-fetched and unaffecting. JOHNSON. Nobler than my revolt is infamous, Forgive me in thine own particular; O Antony! O Antony! 2 Sold. To him. Let's speak 1 Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæsar. 3 Sold. [Dies. Let's do so. But he sleeps. 1 Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his Was never yet for sleeping.† 2 Sold. Go we to him. Hear you, sir? 3 Sold. Awake, awake, sir; speak to us. 2 Sold. 1 Sold. The hand of death hath raught him.* Hark, the drums [Drums afar off. Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour Is fully out. Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, with Forces, marching. Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea; We please them not by land. Scar. For both, my lord. Ant. I would, they'd fight i'the fire, or in the air; +"sleep." Malone. 4 The hand of death hath raught him.] Raught is the ancient preterite of the verb to reach. 5 Hark, the drums Demurely-] Demurely for solemnly. |