Enter an Officer, arm'd. A workman in't. Good morrow to thee; welcome ; 1. O. A thousand, fir, Early though't be, have on their rivetted trim, [Shout within. Trumpets. Enter other Officers, Soldiers, &c. 2. O. The morn is fair. Good morrow, general. all. Good morrow, general. ANT. 'Tis well blown, lads. This morning, like the fpirit of a youth And worthy fhameful check it were, to ftand [Exeunt EROS, ANTONY, Officers, and Soldiers. CHA. Please you, retire into your chamber. CLE. Lead me. He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæfar might [Exeunt. SCENE II.Under the Walls of Alexandria. Antony's Camp. Trumpets. Enter ANTONY, and EROS; DIOMEDE meeting them. Dro. The gods make this a happy day to Antony ! ANT. 'Would thou and those thy fcars had once pre To make me fight at land! Dro. Had'ft thou done fo, [-vail'd The Kings that have revolted, and the foldier ANT.-Who's gone this morning? Dro. 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. -What fay'st thou? Dro. -Sir, He is with Cæfar. ERO.Sir, his chefts and treasure He has not with him. ANT.-Is he gone? Dio. Moft certain. ANT. Go, Eros, fend his treasure after; do it, Enobarbus! SCENE III. Before Alexandria. Cæfar's Camp. Flourish. Enter CÆSAR, with AGRIPPA, ENOBARBUS, and Others. CAS. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight: Our will is, Antony be took alive; Make it fo known. AGR.Cafar, I fhall. [Exit AGRIPPA, E CAS. The time of universal peace is near: Prove this a profperous day, the three-nook'd world Off. Antony Enter an Officer. Is come into the field. CAS. -Go, charge Agrippa Plant those that have revolted in the van; Upon himself. [Exeunt CESAR, and Train. ENO. Alexas did revolt: he went to Jewry, on Great Herod to incline himself to Cæfar, Enter a Soldier. Sol. -Enobarbus, Antony Hath after thee fent all thy treasure, with ENO. I give it you. Sol. -I mock not, Enobarbus, I tell you true: Beft you fee fafe the bringer And feel I am so most. O Antony, Thou mine of bounty, how would'ft thou have pay'd My better service, when my turpitude Thou doft fo crown with gold! This bows my heart: If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean Shall out-ftrike thought; but thought will do't, I feel. Some ditch, wherein to die; the foul'ft beft fits [Exit. SCENE IV. Between the Camps. Field of Battle. Alarums. Enter AGRIPPA, and Forces.› AGR. Retire, we have engag'd ourselves too far: Cæfar himself has work, and our oppreffion Exceeds what we expected. [Retreat. Exeunt. Alarums. Enter ANTONY, and Forces; with DIOMEDE, wounded. Dro. O my brave Emperor, this is fought indeed! Had we done so at first, we had driv'n them home With clouts about their heads. ANT.Thou bleed'ft apace. Dro. I had a wound here that was like a T, But now 'tis made an H. ANT. They do retire. [Retreat afar off. Dio. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes; I have yet Room for fix fcotches more. Enter EROS. ERO. They are beaten, fir; and our advantage ferves For a fair victory. Dio. Let us fcore their backs, And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind; "Tis fport, to maul a runner. ANT. I will reward, thee Once for thy fprightly comfort, and ten-fold Dio. I'll halt after. SCENE V. Gates of Alexandria... [Exeunt. Enter ANTONY, marching; Diomede, and Forces. ANT. We have beat him to his camp; Run one before, And let the Queen know of our gefts:To-morrow, Before the fun fhall fee us, we'll spill the bloodThat has to-day escap'd. I thank you all; For doughty-handed are you; and have fought, Not as you ferv'd the cause, but as 't had been Each man's like mine; you have all shewn Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, Tell them your feats; whilft they with joyful tears Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss The honour'd gashes whole. Give me thy hand; [to Dio. Enter CLEOPATRA, attended. To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts, you Hector's. Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day o'the world, Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing. CLE. Lord of lords, O infinite virtue, com'ft thou fmiling from ANT. My nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? though grey Do fomething mingle with our brown; yet have we A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man, |