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hope well of to-morrow, and will lead you,
Where rather I'll expect victorious life,
Than death and honour. Let's to supper, come,
And drown confideration.

A Court of Guard 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 strange about the streets ?

I Sold. Nothing : what news ? 2 Sold. Belike 'tis but a rumour ; good-night to you. I Sold. Well, Sir, good-night.

(They meet with other Soldiers. 2 Sold. Soldiers, have careful watch. 1 Sold. And you ; good-night, good-night.

[Tbey place themselves in every corner of the ftage. 2 Sold. Here we ; and if ro-morrow Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope Our landmen will stand up. I Sold. 'Tis a brave army, and full of purpose.

[Mufick of the bautboys is under the stage. 2 Sold. Peace, what noise ? 1 Sold. List, lift ! 2 Sold. Hark! I Sold, Musick i' th' air.

3 Sold. Under the earth. It signs well, do's it not ?

2 Sold. No.
1 Sold. Peace I say : what should this mean?

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

I Sold. Walk, let's see if other watchmen
Do hear what we do.

2 Sold. How now, masters ?
Omnes. How now ? how now ? do you hear this?
I Sold. Is't not strange ?
3 Sold. Do you hear, masters ? do you hear ?

i Sold. Follow the noise so far as we have quarter, Let's see how 'twill give off,


Omnes. Content : 'tis strange.

[Exeunt. SCEN E IV. Cleopatra's Palace,

Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with others.
Ant. 'Eros, mine armour, Eros.
Cleo. Sleep a little.
Ant. No, my chuck : Eros, come, mine armour, Eros.

Enter Eros.
Come, my good fellow, put mine 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, iet be, thou art
The armourer of my heart ; false, false ; this, this.

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

Ant. Well, well, We shall thrive now.

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

Eros. Briefy, Sir.
Cleo. Is not this buckled well?

Ant. Oh! rarely, rarely:
He that unbuckles this, 'till we do please
To doff’t for our repose, shall hear a storm.
Thou fumblest, Eros, and my Queen's 'a Squire
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 see
A workman in't.

Enter an armed Soldier.
Good-morrow to thee, welcome ;
Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge :
To business that we love we rise betime,
And go to’t with delight.

Sold. A thousand, Sir,
Early though’t be, have on their riveted trim,
And at the port expect you. [Shout. Trumpets fiourile.

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


-this way

A Camp.

That means to be of note, begins betimes.
So, so ; come, give me that,

well said.
Fare thee well," dame, whate'er becomes of me,
This is a soldier's kiss : rebukeable,
And worthy shameful check 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. [Exeunt.

Char. Please you retire to your chamber ?

Cleo, Lead me :
He goes forth gallantly: That he and Cæfar might
Determine this great war in single fight!
Then Antony--but now well, on.

[Exeunt. SCENE V. Trumpets found. Enter Antony and Eros: an old Soldier

meeting them. Sold. The Gods make this a happy day to Antony !

Ant; Would thou and those thy scars had once prevaild. To make me fight at land !

Eros. Hadit thou done so,
The Kings that have revolted, and the soldier
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 Ænobarbus,
He shall not hear thee, or from Cæsar's camp
Say, I am none of thine.

Ant. What say'st thou ?

Sold. Sir,
He is with Cæfur.

Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure
He has not with him.

Ant. Is he gone ?
Sold. Most certain.

Ant. Go, Eros, fend his treasure after, do it,
Detain no jot, I charge thee : write to him,
I will subscribe gentle adieus, and greetings :
Say, that I wish he never find more cause


To change a master. Oh, my fortunes have
Corrupted honest men ! dispatch, my Eros.

[Exeunt. SCENE VI. Cæsar's Camp. Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, with Ænobarbus, and Dolabella,

Cæs. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight :
Our will is, Antony be took alive ;
Make it so known.

Agr. Cæfar, I shall.

ces. The time of universal peace is near;
Prove this a prosp'rous day, the three-nook'd world
Shall bear the olive freely.

Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Mark Antony is come into the field.

Cæs. Go, charge, Agrippa ;
Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself.

Ano. Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry on
Affairs of Antony ; there did perswade
Great Herod to incline himself to Cæfar,
And leave his master Antony. For his pains
Cæfar hath hang'd him: Canidius and the rest
That fell away have entertainment, but
No honourable truft: I have done ill,
Of which I do accuse my self so sorely,
That I will joy no more,

Enter a Soldier of Cæsar.
Sold. Ænobarbus, Antony
Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
His bounty over-plus. The messenger
Came on my guard, and at thy tent is now
Unloading of his mules.

Æno. I give it you.

Sold. Mock me not, Ænobarbus,
I tell you true : best you see safe the bringer
Out of the host : I must attend mine office,
Or would have done't my self. Your Emperor
Continues still a yove.

[Exit Æno. I am alone the villain of the earth, And feel I am so mort. Oh Antony,



Thou mine of bounty, how wouldft thou have paid
My better service, when my turpitude
Thou doft so crown with gold! This bows my heart;
If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean
Shall out-Atrike thought; but thought will do't, I feel.
I fight against thee ! - no, I will go

Some ditch, where I may die ; the foul’It best fits
My latter.part of life.

Before the Walls of Alexandria.
Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa,
Agr. Retire, we have engag'd our felves too far :
Cæfar himself has work, our opposition
Exceeds what we expected.

Alarum. Enter Antony, and Scarus-wounded.
Scar. O my brave Emperor, this is fought indeed;
Had we done so at first, we had droven them home
With clouts about their heads.

Ant. Thou bleed’It apace.

Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T,
But now 'tis made an H.

Ant. They do retire,

Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes; I have yet
Room for six scotches. more.

Enter Eros.
Eros. They're beaten, Sir, and our advantage serves
For a fair victory.

Scar. Let us score their backs,
And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind;
'Tis sport to maul a runner.

Ant. I will reward thee,
Once for thy sprightly comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come on,
Scar. I'll halt after.

[Exerint, Alarum. Enter Antony again in a Marcb,

Scarus with others.
Ant. We've beat him to his camp ; run one before,
And let the Queen know of our gests; to-morrow
Before the sun shall see's, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all ;




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