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; Cico. That's my brave Lord. Ant. I will be treble-finew'd, hearted, breath'd, 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, Reftores his heart; when valour preys on reason, [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 I have many other ways to die: mean time, Mec. Cæfar must think, When one fo great begins to rage, he's hunted Caf. Let our best heads Know, that to-morrow the laft of many battles [Exeunt. SCENE, the Palace in Alexandria. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, with others. Ant. E will not fight with me, Domitius. 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, Ant. Well faid, come on: Call forth my houfhold fervants, let's to-night Be bounteous at our meal. Give me thy hand, And thou, and thou, and thou: you've ferv'd me well, 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 ; An Antony; that I might do you fervice, 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. 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 Married to your good fervice, ftay till death : Eno. What mean you, Sir, To To give them this difcomfort? look, they weep. Ant. Ho, ho, ho! Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus ! Grace grow, where thofe drops fall! my hearty friends, I fpake t' you for your comfort, did defire you you, Than death and honour. Let's to fupper, come, [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. Heard you of nothing ftrange about the streets? 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. Come, my good fellow, put thine iron on; 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 A work |