SCENE IT.

Alexandria. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, ENO-
BARBUS, CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, with others.

Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius.
Eno. No.

Ant. Why should he not?

Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, He is 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.(8)

Ant. Well faid; come on.

Call forth my household fervants; let's to-night
Enter Servants.

Be bounteous at our meal.-Give me thy hand,
Thou haft been rightly honeft ;-fo haft thou ;-

And thou;-and thou;-and thou :-you have ferv'd

me well,

And kings have been your fellows.

Cleo. What means this?

Eno. [Afide.] '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 service,
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 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,

(8) Let the furvivor take all. No compofition, victory or death. JOH.

A mangled fhadow :[8] Perchance, to-morrow
You'll ferve another mafter. I look on you,
As one that takes his leave. Mine honeft friends,
I turn you not away; but, like a mafter
Married to your good fervice, stay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I afk no more,
And the Gods yield you for't?

Eno. What mean you, fir,

To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep; And I, an afs, am onion-ey'd :[9] for fhame, 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 fense:

I fpake to 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.[1] Let's to fupper; come,
And drown confideration.

SCENE III.

[Exeunt.

Before the Palace. Enter a Company of Soldiers.

I Sold. Brother, 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? I Sold. Nothing : What news ?

2 Sold. Belike, 'tis but a rumour: Good night to you. x Sold. Well, fir, 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 Stage..

2 Sold. Here, we and if to-morrow

Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope

[8] Or if you fee me more, you will fee me a mangled shadow, only

the external form of what I was. JOHNS.

[9] I have my eyes as full of tears as if they had been fretted by onions. JOHNS.

[1] That is an honourable death. UPTON,

Our landmen will ftand up.

I Sold. 'Tis a brave army, and full of purpose.

[Mufic of Hautboys under the Stage.

Peace, what noife?

2 Sold.

1 Sold.

Lift, lift!

I Sold.

No.

Peace, I fay. What fhould this mean? 2 Sold. 'Tis the God Hercules, whom Antony lov'd, 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? I Sold. Ay; Is't. not ftrange?

3 Söld. 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.

SCENE IV.

[Exeunt.

CLEOPATRA'S Palace. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with CHARMIAN, and others.

Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros!

Cleo. Sleep a little.

Ant. No, my chuck.--Eros, come! Mine armour, Eros!

Enter EROS.

Come, 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.

Ant. What's this for? Ah, let be, let be! thou art The armourer of my heart :-Falfe, falfe; this, thisGleo. Sooth-la, I'll help; thus it muft be.

[CLEOPATRA puts the Armour on ANTONY. Ant. Well, well; we fhall thrive now.

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

Eros. Briefly, fir.[3]

Cleo. Is not this buckled well?

Ant. Rarely, rarely,

He that unbuckles this, till we do please

To doff it for our repofe, fhall hear a ftorm.-
Thou fumbleft, Eros; and my queen's a 'fquire.
More tight at this than thou. Dispatch.-O love!
That thou could'st see my wars to-day, and knew’st
The royal occupation! thou should't fee

Enter an Officer, armed.

A workman in it.

-Good-morrow to thee; welcome :

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

And go to it with delight.

Off. A thoufand, fir,

Early though it be, have on their rivetted trim,
And at the port expect you. [Shout. Trumpets flourish.

Enter other Officers, 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 fäid.
Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me :
This is a foldier's kifs: rebukeable, [Kiffes her.
And worthy fhameful check it were, to ftand
On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee
Now, like a man of fteel.-You, that will fight,
Follow me clofe; I'll bring you to't.-Adieu !

[Exeunt.

Char. Pleafe you, to retire you to your chamber ?
Cleo. Lead me.

He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæfar might
Determine this great war in fingle fight!
Then, Antony.-But now,-Well!-On.

[Exeunt.

[3] That is, quickly, fir, JOHNS.

SCENE V.

A Camp. Trumpets found. Enter ANTONY and EROS; a Soldier meeting them.

Sold. The Gods make this a happy day to Antony ! Ant. 'Would, thou and thofe thy fears had once prevail'd

To make me fight at land!

Eros. Hadft thou done fo,

The kings that have revolted, and the foldier
That has this morning left thee, would have ftill
Follow'd thy heels.

Ant. Who's gone this morning?

Eros. Who?

One ever near thee: Call for Enobarbus,

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

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.-Enobarbus!

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

CAESAR's Camp. Enter CESAR, AGRIPPA, with ENOBARBUS, and DOLABELLA.

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

Make it fo known.

Agr. Cæfar, I fhall.

Caf. The time of univerfal peace is near :

[Exit.