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; fo haft 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 honeft 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 mine Empire was your fellow too,

And suffer'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 shall 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 mafter
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,

Το

To give them this discomfort? look, they weep.
And I, an ass, 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 those drops fall! my hearty friends,
You take me in too dolorous a fenfe;

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 you,
Where rather I'll expect victorious life,

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

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

1 Sold.

BR

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 ather Soldiers.

2 Sold. Soldiers, have careful watch.

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

[They place themselves in every corner of the flage.

2 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 hautboys is under the flage.

2 Sold. Peace, what noife?

1 Sold. Lift, lift!

2 Sold. Hark!

1 Sold. Mufick i'th' air.3 Sold. Under the earth.

It fignes well, does it not? 2 Sold. No.

1 Sold.

1 Sold. Peace, I fay: what fhould 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, mafters ?

[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? I Sold. Follow the noise fo far as we have quarter, Let's fee how 'twill give off.

Omnes. Content: 'tis ftrange.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Cleopatra's Palace..

Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with others.

Ant. E Cleo. Sleep a little.

ROS, mine armour, Eros.

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;-falfe, 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 repofe, fhall hear a storm.

Thou fumbleft, Eros; and my Queen's a fquire
More tight at this than thou; difpatch. O love!
That thou could'ft fee my wars to day, and knew'ft
The royal occupation; thou should't fee

A

A workman in't.

Enter an armed Soldier:

Good morrow to thee, welcome;

Thou look'st like him, that knows a warlike charge:
To bufinefs that we love we rife betime,

And go to't with delight.

Sold. A thoufand, Sir,

Early though't be, have on their rivetted trim,

And at the port expect you.

Shout. Trumpets flourish.

Enter Captains and Soldiers.

Cap. The morn is fair; good morrow, General!
All. Good morrow, General!

Ant. 'Tis well blown, lads.

This morning, like the spirit of a youth

That means to be of note, begins betimes.

So, fo; come, give me that, this way--well faid.
Fare thee well, dame, what e'er becomes of me,
This is a foldier's kiss: rebukeable,

And worthy fhameful cheek it were, to stand
On more mechanick compliment: I'll leave thee
Now, like a man of steel. You, that will fight,
Follow me close, I'll bring you to't: adieu.
Char. Please you to retire to your chamber?
Cleo. Lead me:

[Exeunt.

He goes forth gallantly: That he and Cæfar might
Determine this great war in fingle fight!

Then, Antony,

-but now,"

well on.

SCENE changes to a Camp.

[Exeunt.

Trumpets found. Enter Antony, and Eros; a Soldier meeting them.

Sold. (27)HE Gods make this a happy day to Antony!

T

Ant.

(27) Eros. The Gods make This a happy Day to Antony !] 'Tis evident, as Dr. Thirlby likewife conjectur'd, by what Antony

Ant. 'Would, thou and those thy fcars had once pr vail'd

To make me fight at land!

Eros. Hadft thou done fo,

The Kings, that have revolted, and the Soldier,
That has this morning left thee, would have still
Follow'd thy heels.

Ant. Who's
Eros. Who?

gone this morning?

One ever near thee.

Call for Enobarbus,

He shall not hear thee; or from Cæfar's camp
Say, "I am none of thine.

Ant. What fay'st thou?

Sold. Sir,

He is with Cefar.

Eros. Sir, his chefts and treafure

He has not with him.

Ant. Is he gone?

Sold. Moft certain.

Ant. Go, Eros, fend his treasure after, do it,
Detain no jot, I charge thee: write to him,
I will fubfcribe gentle adieus, and greetings:
Say, that I wish he never find more caufe
To change a mafter. Oh, my fortunes have
Corrupted honeft men! dispatch, my Eros.

SCENE changes to Cæfar's Camp:

[Exeunt.

Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, with Enobarbus, and Dolabella.

Caf. Go

O forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:
Our will is, Antony be took alive;

Make it so known.

Agr. Cafar, I fhall.

Caf. The time of universal Peace is near;

Prove this a profp'rous day, the three-nook'd world
Shall bear the olive freely.

immediately replies, that this Line fhould not be placed to Eros, but to the Soldier, who, before the Battle of Actium, advis'd. Antony to try his Fate at Land.

Enter