Where haft thou been, my heart dost thou hear, lady?

If from the field I should return once more

To kifs thefe lips, I will appear in blood;
I and my fword will earn my chronicle;
There's hope in't yet.

Cico. That's my brave Lord.

Ant. I will be treble-finew'd, hearted, breath'd,
And fight malicioufly: for when my hours
Were nice and lucky, men did ransome lives
Of me for jefts; but now I'll fet my teeth,
And fend to darkness all that ftop me. Come,
Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me
All my fad captains, fill our bowls; once more
Let's mock the midnight bell.

Cleo. It is my birth-day;

I had thought t'have held it poor: But fince my Lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.

Ant. We will yet do well.

Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my Lord.

Ant. Do fo, we'll fpeak to them, and to-night I'll force The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my Queen; There's fap in't yet. The next time I do fight, I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his peftilent scythe.

[Exeunt.

Eno. Now he'll out-ftare the lightning; to be furious,
Is to be frighted out of fear; and, in that mood,
The dove will peck the eftridge; and, I see still,
A diminution in our captain's brain

Reftores his heart; when valour preys on reason,
It eats the sword it fights with: I will seek
Some way to leave him.

[Exit.

ACT

ACT IV.

SCENE, Cæfar's Camp.

Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, and Mecenas, with their Army. Cæfar reading a Letter.

H

CESAR.

E calls me boy; and chides, as he had power
To beat me out of Egypt. My meffenger
He hath whipt with rods, dares me to perfonal combat,
Cafar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know,

I have many other ways to die: mean time,
Laugh at his challenge.

Mec. Cæfar must think,

When one fo great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Make boot of his diftraction: never anger
Made good guard for itself.

Caf. Let our best heads

Know, that to-morrow the laft of many battles
We mean to fight. Within our files there are
Of those that ferv'd Mark Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See, it be done';
And feaft the army; we have store to do't,
And they have earn'd the wafte. Poor Antony!

[Exeunt.

SCENE, the Palace in Alexandria.

Enter Antony and Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, with others.

Ant.

E will not fight with me, Domitius.
Eno. No.

HE

Ant. Why should he not?

Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,

He's

He's twenty men to one.

Ant. To-morrow, foldier,

By fea and land I'll fight: or I will live,
Or bathe my dying honour in the blood
Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well?
Eno. I'll ftrike, and cry, "take all."

Ant. Well faid, come on:

Call forth my houfhold fervants, let's to-night
Enter Servants.

Be bounteous at our meal. Give me thy hand,
Thou hast been rightly honeft; so hast thou,

And thou, and thou, and thou: you've ferv'd me well,
And Kings have been your fellows.

Cleo. What means this?

Eno. 'Tis one of those odd tricks, which forrow fhoots Out of the mind.

Ant. And thou art honest too :

I wish, I could be made fo many men ;
And all of you clapt up together in

An Antony; that I might do you fervice,
So good as you have done.

Omnes. The Gods forbid !

Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night;

Scant not my cups, and make as much of me,

As when my Empire was your fellow too,

And fuffer'd my command.

Cleo. What does he mean?

Eno. To make his followers weep.
Ant. Tend me to-night;

May be, it is the period of your duty;

Haply, you fhall not fee me more; or if,

A mangled fhadow. It may chance, to-morrow
You'll ferve another mafter. I look on you,
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
I turn you not away; but like a master

Married to your good fervice, ftay till death :
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the Gods yield you for't!

Eno. What mean you, Sir,

To

To give them this difcomfort? look, they weep.
And I, an afs, am onion-ey'd; for shame,
Transform us not to women.

Ant. Ho, ho, ho!

Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus !

Grace grow, where thofe drops fall! my hearty friends,
You take me in too dolorous a sense;

I fpake t' you for your comfort, did defire you
To burn this night with torches: know, my hearts,
I hope well of to-morrow, and will lead
Where rather I'll expect victorious life,

you,

Than death and honour. Let's to fupper, come,
And drown confideration.

[Exeunt. SCENE, a Court of Guard before the Palace.

1 Sold.

B

Enter a company of Soldiers.

Rother, good-night: to-morrow is the day.
2 Sold. It will determine one way: Fare
you well.

Heard you of nothing ftrange about the streets?
1 Sold. Nothing what news?

2 Sold. Belike, 'tis but a rumour; good-night to you. 1 Sold. Well, Sir, good night.

[They meet with other Soldiers.

2 Sold. Soldiers, have careful watch.

1 Sold. And you, good-night, good-night.

[They place themselves on every corner of the flage.

z Sold. Here, we; and if to-morrow

Our navy thrive, I have an abfolute hope

Our landmen will stand up.

1 Sold. "Tis a brave army, and full of purpose.

[Mufick of the bautboys is under the ftage.

2 Sold. Peace, what noise?

1 Sold. Lift, lift!

2 Sold. Hark!

1 Sold. Mufick i̇'th' air.

3 Sold. Under the earth.It fignes well, does it not?

2 Sold. No.

Sola.

1 Sold. Peace, I say: what should this mean?

2 Sold. 'Tis the God Hercules, who loved Antony, Now leaves him.

1 Sold. Walk, let's fee if other watchmen Do hear what we do.

2 Sold. How now, masters?

[Speak together.

Omnes. How now? how now? do you hear this? 1 Sold. Is't not strange?

3 Sold. Do you hear, mafters ? do you hear? 1 Sold. Follow the noise fo far as we have quarter, Let's fee how 'twill give off.

Omnes. Content: 'tis ftrange.

[Exeunt.

Ant.

SCENE changes to Cleopatra's Palace.

Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with others.

"EROS, mine armour, Eros.

Cleo. Sleep a little.

Ant. No, my chuck: Eros, come, mine armour, Eros.
Enter Eros.

Come, my good fellow, put thine iron on;
If fortune be not ours to-day, it is

Because we brave her.

Come.

Cleo. Nay, I'll help too, Antony.

What's this for? ah, let be, let be; thou art

The armourer of my heart ;-false, false; this, this ;

Sooth-la, I'll help: thus it must be.

Ant. Well, well, we fhall thrive now;

Seeft thou, my good fellow? Go, put on thy defences. Eno. Briefly, Sir.

Cleo. Is not this buckled well?

Ant. Rarely, rarely:

He that unbuckles this, till we do please

To doff't for our repose, fhall hear a storm.

Thou fumbleft, Eros; and my Queen's a squire
More tight at this than thou; dispatch. O love!
That thou couldst fee my wars to-day, and knew'st
The royal occupation; thou fhouldft fee

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