O my remembrance is a very Antony,
And I am all forgotten.
It was her memory, not her oblivion, that, like Antony, vas forgetting and deserting her. I think a slight change will restore the passage. The queen, having something to say, which she is not able, or would not seem able to recollect, cries out,
O my oblivion!—'Tis a very Antony.
The thought of which I was in quest is a very Antony, is treacherous and fugitive, and has irrevocably left me,
And I am all forgotten.
If this reading stand, I think the explanation of Hanmer must be received, (see 1765, VII, 122, 6)
I.iv.3 (127,9) One great competitor] Perhaps, Our great competitor.
I.iv.12 (128,1) as the spots of heaven,/More fiery by night's blackness] If by spots are meant stars, as night has no other fiery spots, the comparison is forced and harsh, stars having been always supposed to beautify the night; nor do I comprehend what there is in the counter-part of this simile, which answers to night's blackness. Hanmer reads,
—spots on ermine