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Att. Fly !'not we.

All that is won and lost. Give me a kiss,
Ant. I have fled myself; and have instructed cowards Even this repays me. We sent our schoolmaster,
To run, and show their shoulders.-Friends, be gone! Is he come back ? – Love, I am full of lead :
I have myself resolv'd upon a course,

Some wine, within there, and our viands. - Fortune
Which has no need of

be gone!

My treasure's in the harbour, take it!- 0,

We scorn her most, when most she offers blows. I follow'd that I blush to look upon!

My very hairs do mutiny; for the white
Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them

SCENE X. Caesar's camp, in Egypt.
For fear and doting. — Friends, be gone! you shall Enter Caesar, DOLABELLA, THYREUS, und others.
Have letters from me to some friends, that will Caes. Let him appear that's come from Antony !
Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad, Know you him?
Nor make replies of loathness: take the hint Dol. Caesar, 'tis his schoolmaster :
Which my despair proclaims; let that be left An argument that he is pluck’d, when hither
Which leaves itself: to the sea-side straightway He sends so poor a pinion of his wing,
I will possess you of that ship and treasure. Which had superfluous kings for messengers,
Leave me, I pray, a little ! 'pray you now! Not many moons gone by.
Nay, do so! for, indeed, I have lost command,

Therefore I pray you! - I'll see you by and by. Caes. Approach, and speak !

[Sits down. Eup. Such as I am, I come from Antony:
Enter Eros, and CLEOPATRA, led by CHARMIAN I was of late as petty to his ends,
and IRAS.

As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf
Eros. Nay, gentle madam, to him! - Comfort him! To his grand sea.
Iras. Do, most dear queen!

Caes. Be it so. Declare thine office!
Char. Do! Why, what else?

Eup. Lord of his fortunes, he salutes thee, and
Cleo. Let me sit down. O Juno !

Requires to live in Egypt: which not granted,
Ant. No, no, no, no, no!

He lessens his requests; and to thee sues
Eros. See you here, sir?

To let him breathe between the heavens and earth,
Ant. O fye, fye, fye!

A private man in Athens. This for him.
Char. Madam,

Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness;
Iras. Madam; o good empress!

Submits her to thy might; and of thee craves
Eros. Sir, sir, -

The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs,
Ant. Yes, my lord, yes ! - He, at Philippi, kept Now hazarded to thy grace.
His sword even like a dancer, while I struck

Cues. For Antony,
The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas ), I have no ears to his request. The queen
That the mad Brutus ended: he alune

Of audience, nor desire, shall fail; so she
Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had

From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend,
In the brave squares of war: yet now - • No matter ! Or take his life there. This if she perform,
Cleo. Ah, stand by!

She shall not sue unheard. So to them both!
Eros. The qneen, my lord, the queen!

Eup. Fortune pursue thee!
Iras. Go to him, madam, speak to him!

Caes. Bring him through the bands.
He is unqualitied with very shame.

(Exit Euphronius, Cleo. Well then Sustain me!-0!.

To try thy eloqnence, now 'tis time! dispatch!
Eros. Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches ! From Antony win Cleopatra: promise, (To Thyreus.
Her head's declin’d, and death will seize her; but And in our name, what she requires; add more,
Your comfort makes the rescue.

From thine invention, offers : women are not,
Ant. I have offended reputation ;

In their best fortunes, strong; but want will perjuren
A most unnoble swerving.

The ne'er-touch'd vestal. Try thy cunning, Tinyreus!
Eros. Sir, the queen!

Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we
Ant. 0, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See, Will answer as a law,
How I convey my shame out of thine eyes

Thyr. Caesar, I go!
By looking back on what I have left behind

Caes. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw; 'Stroy'd in dishonour.

And what thou think'st his very action speaks
Cleo. O my lord, my lord!

In every power that moves.
Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought,

Thyr. Caesar, I shall !

[Exeunt. You would have follow'd. Ant. Egypt, thou knew'st too well,

SCENE XI. - Alexandria. A room in the palace.
My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings, Enter CLEOPATRA, EXOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and .
And thou should'st tow me after: o'er my spirit

Thy full supremacy thou knew'st; and that

Cleo. What shall we do, Enobarbus?
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods Eno. Think, and die!
Command me.

Cleo. Is Antony, or we, in fault for this?
Cleo, 0, my pardon!

Eno. Antony only, that would make his will
Ant. Now I must

Lord of his reason. What although you fled
To the young man send humble treaties, dodge From that great face of war, whose several ranges
And palter in the shifts of lowness; who

Frighted each other? why should he follow?
With half the bulk o'the world play'd as I pleas’d, The itch of his affection should not then
Making and marring fortunes. You did know, Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point,
How much you were my conqueror; and that When half to half the world oppos’d, he being,
My sword, made weak by my affection, would The mered question. 'Twas a shame no less
Obey it on all cause.

Than was his loss, to course your flying flags,
Cleo. O pardon, pardon!

And leave his navy gazing.
Ant. Fall not a tear, I say! one of them rates Cleo. Pr’ythee, peace!

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You were half blasted ere I knew yon. - Ha!

But when we in our viciousness grow hard, Thyr. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he (o misery on't!) the wise gods seal our eyes;

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Enter Antony, with EUPHRONIUS.

Thyr. Shall I say to Caesar Ant. Is this his answer?

What you require of him? for he partly begs Eup. Ay, my lord !

To be desir’d to give. It much would please him, Ant. The queen

That of his fortunes you should make a staff Shall then have courtesy, so she will yield To lean upon : but it would warm his spirits

To hear from me you had left Antony, Eup. He says so.

And put yourself under his shroud, Ant. Let her know it.

The universal landlord. To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head,

Cleo. What's your name? And he will fill thy wishes to the brim

Thyr. My name is Thyreus. With principalities.

Cleo. Most kind messenger,
Cleo. That head, my lord ?

Say to great Caesar this: In disputation
Ant. To him again. Tell him, he wears the rose I kiss his conqu’ring hand: tell him, I am prompt
Of youth upon him; from which the world should To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel:

Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear
Something particular: his coin, ships, legions

The doom of Egypt.
May be a coward's; whose niinisters would prevail Thyr. "Tis your noblest conrse.
Under the service of a child, as soon,

Wisdom and fortune combating together,
As i'the command of Caesar: I dare him therefore if that the former dare but what it can,
To lay his gay comparisons apart,

No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay And answer nie declin'd, sword against sword, My duty ou your

hand. Ourselves alone: I'll write it ; follow me!

Cleo. Your Caesar's father
(Exeunt Antony and Euphronius. Oft, when he hath mus'd of taking kingdoms in,
Eno. Yes, like enongh, high-battled Caesar will Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
Unstate his happiness, and be stag'd to the show, As it rain'd kisses.
Against a sworder. - 1 see, men's judgments are

Re-enter Antony and ENOBARBCS.
A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Ant. Favours, by Jove, that thunders! --
Do draw the inward quality after them,

What art thou, fellow?
To suffer all alike. That he should dream,

Thyr. One, that but performs
Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest
Answer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast subdu'd to have command obey'd.
His judgment too.

Eno. You will be whipp'd.
Enter an Attendant,

Ant. Approach, there! - Ay, you kite! – Now gods

and devils ! Att. A messenger from Caesar! Cleo. What, no more ceremony?

Authority melts from me. Of late, when I cry'd, ko'

See, my women!

Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth, Against the blown rose may they stop their nose,

And cry, Your will? Have you no ears ? I am
That kneel'd unto the buds.

Enter Attendants.
Admit him, sir!
Eno. Mine honesty, and I, begin to square !

Antony yet. Take hence this Jack, and whip him! [ Aside.

Eno. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp,

Than with an old one dying.
The loyalty, well held to fools, does make

Ant. Moon and stars !
Oar faith mere folly: yet he, that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fallen-lord,

Whip him!- Were't twenty of the greatest tribeDoes conquer him that did his master conquer,

taries, And earns a place i'the story.

That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find them Enter ThyreUS.

name, Cleo. Caesar's will ?

Since she was Cleopatra ?) – whip him, fellows

, Thyr. Hear it apart !

Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face,
Cleo. None but friends ; say boldly!

And whine aloud for mercy! Take him hence!
Thyr. So, haply, are they friends to Antony. Thyr. Mark Antony,
Eno. He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has; Ant. Tug him away! being whipp’d,
Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master
Will leap to be his friend: for us, you know,'

Bring him again !- 'This Jack of Caesar's shall

Bear us an errand to him.
Whose he is, we are; and that's, Caesar's.
Thyr. So. —
Thus, then, thon most renown'd; Caesar entreats, ilave I my pillow left unpress'd iv Rome,
Not to consider in what case thou stand'st, Forborne the getting of a lawful race,
Further than he is Caesar.
Cleo. Go on! Right royal !

And by a gem of women, to be abus'd

By one that looks on feeders?
Thyr. He knows, that you embrace not Antony Cleo. Good my lord, -
As you did love, but as yon fear'd him.

Ant. You have been a boggler
Cleo. O!
Does pity as constrained blemishes,

In our own filth drop our clear judgments; max-
Not as deserv'd.
Cleo. He is a god, and knows

Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strat

To our confusion.
What is most right. Mine honour was not yielded, Cleo. 0,

it come to this?
But conquer'd merely.
Eno. To be sure of that,

Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon,

[-Aside. Dead Caesar's trencher: nay, you were å
Sir, sir, thou'rt so leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
Thy dearest quit thee.

Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have
[Exit Enobarbus. Luxuriously pick'd out:- for, I am sure,

(Excunt Attend. with Thyrest



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Though you can guess, what temperance should be, All my sad captairs, fill our bowls! once more
Yon know not what it is.

Let's mock the midnight bell!
Cleo. Wherefore is this?"

Cleo. It is my birth-day:
Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards, I had thought, to have held it poor; but, since my
And say, God quit you! be fumiliar with

My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal, Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
And plighter of high hearts! - 0, that I were Ant. We'll yet do well.
Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar

Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord!
The horned herd! for I have savage cause;

Ant. Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-niglit I'll
And to proclaim it civilly, were like

A halter'd neck, which does the hangman thank The wine peep through their sears. -

Come on, my
For being yare about him. — Is he whipp'd ?

Re-enter Attendants, with THYREUS. There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight,
1 Att. Soundly, my lord!

I'll make death love me; for I will contend
Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd he pardon?

Even with his pestilent scythe.
1 Ait, fie did ask favour.

(Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra, and Attendants. -ant. If that thy father live, let him repent Eno. Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be Thon wast vot made his daughter; and be thou sorry furious, To follow Caesar in liis triumph, since

Is, to be frighted out of fear: and, in that mood, Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: hence - The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still, forth,

A dimination in our captain's brain
The ite hand of a lady fever thee,

Restores his heart. When valour preys on reason,
Shake thou to look on't! - Get thee back to Caesar, It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
Tell him thy entertainment! Look, thou say, Some way to leave him.

He makes me angry with him: for he seems
Proud and disdainful; harping on what I am;
Not what he knew I was. Jie makes me angry;

And at this time most easy 'tis ta do't;

SCENE I. — Caesar's camp at Alexandria.
When my good stars, that were my former guides, Enter Caesar, reading a letter; Agrippa, Mecae-
Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires

Nas, and Others.
Into the abism of hell. If he mislike

Caes. He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power
My speech, and what is done; tell him, he has To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger
Hipparchus, my enfranchis'd bondman, whom

lle hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,

As he shall like, to quit me. Urge it thou ! Caesar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know,
Hence, with thy stripes, begone! [Exit Thyreus. I have many other ways to die: mean time,
Cleo. Have you doue yet?

Langh at his challenge.
Ant. Alack, our terrene moon

Mec. Caesar must think,
Is now eclips'd ; and it portends alone

When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
The fall of Autony !

Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Cleo. I must stay his time.

Make boot of his distraction. Never anger
Ant. To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes

Made good guard for itself.
With one that ties his points ?

Caes. Let our best heads
Cleo. Not know me yet?

Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles
Ant. Cold-hearted toward me?

We mean to fight. Within our files there are Cleo. Ah, dear, if I be so,

of those, that serv'd Mark Antony but late,

cold heart let heaven engender hail,

Enough to fetch him in. See it be done;
Aud poison it in the source; and the first stone

And teast the army: we have store to do't,
Drop in my neck: as it determines, so

And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony !
Dissolve my life! The next Caesarion smite!

[Txeunt. Till, by degrces, the memory of my womb,

SCENE II. — Alexandria. A room in the palace.
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the discandying of this pelleted storm,

Lie graveless; till the flies and gnats of Nile

IRAS, ALEXAs, and Others.
Have buried them for prey!

Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius!
ant. I am satisfied.

Eno. No,
Caesar sits down in Alexandria; where

Ant. Why should he not?
I will oppose his fate. Our force by land

Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
Hath nobly held; our sever'd

He is twenty men to one.
Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning most sea-like.

Ant. To-morrow, soldier,
Where hast thou been, my heart? – Dost thou hear, By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live,

Or bathe my dying honour in the blood
If from the field I shall return once more

Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well ?
To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;

Eno. I'll strike; and cry, Tuke all!
I and my sword will earn our chronicle;

Ant. Well said ; come on!
There is hope iu it yet.

Call forth my household servants; let's to-night
Cleo. That's my brave lord !

Enter Servants.
Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd, Be bounteous at our meal!-- Give me thy hand,
And fight maliciously: for when mine hours Thou hast been rigthly honest!--so hast thou;
Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives And thou, and thou, and thou! — you have
Of me for jests; but now, I'll set my teeth,

serv'd me well,
And send to darkness all that stop me. - Come, And kings have been your fellows.
Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me

Cleo. What means this?

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2 off. The morn is fair. - Good-morrow, general! Music of hautboys under the stage. Follow me close! I'll bring you to't!-- Adien!

[Exeunt Antony, Eros, Officers, and Soldiers.
Char. Please you, retire to your chamber?
He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might
Then, Antony, - but now, well, on! (E.reunt.

SCENE V.- ANTONY's camp near Alexandria.

Trumpets sound. Enter Antony and Eros; a Soldier 2 Sold. "Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony lov'd, Sold. The gods make this a happy day to Antony!

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Eno. 'Tis one of those odd tricks, which sorrow 2 Sold. How now, masters ? shoots

(Aside. Sold. How now? Out of the mind.

How now? do you hear this? Ant. And thou art honest too !

(Several speaking together I wish, I could be made so many men ;

1 Sold. Ay ; is't not strange? And all of you clapp'd up together in

3 Sold. Do you hear, masters? do you hear? An Antony; that I might do you service,

1 Sold. Follow the noise so far, as we have quarter; So good as you have done.

Let's see how't will give off. Serv. The gods forbid !

Sold. (Several speaking.] Content: 'tis strange! Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night:

Exeint. Scant not my cups; and make as much of me, SCENE IV.- The same. A room in the palace

. As when mine empire was your fellow too,

Enter Antony, and CleopaTRA; Charman, and Others, And suffer'd my command.

attending Cleo. What does he mean?

Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros! Eno. To make his followers weep.

Cleo. Sleep a little. Ant. Tend me to-night;

Ant. No, my chuck!- Eros, come! mine armour, May be, it is the period of your duty :

Haply, you shall not see me more; or if,

Enter Eros, with armour.
A mangled shadow: perchance, to-morrow Come, my good fellow, put thine iron op!-
You'll serve another master. I look on yon, If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends, Because we brave her. — Come!
I turn you not away; but, like a master

Cleo. Nay, I'll help too.
Married to your good service, stay till death! What's this for?
Tend me to-night two hours,

ask no more,

Ant. Ah, let be, let bé! thon art And the gods yield you for't!

The armourer of my heart. — False, false; this, this! Eno. What mean you, sir,

Cleo. Sooth, la, l'll help! Thus it must be!
To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep; Ant. Well, well!
And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd; for shame,

We shall thrive now.–Seest thou, my good fellow?
Transform us not to women.

Go, put on thy defences. Ant. Ho, ho, ho!

Eros. Briefly, sir!
Now the witch take me, if I'meant it thus!

Cleo. Is not this buckled well?
Grace grow where those drops fall ! My hearty friends, Ant. Rarely, rarely!
You take me in too dolorous a sense:

He that unbuckles this, till we do please
I spake to you for your comfort; did desire you To doff't for our repose, shall hear a storm. -
To burn this night with torches. Know, my hearts, Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen’s a squire

, I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you, More tight at this, than thou: 'dispatch ! - love, Where rather I'll expect victorious life,

That thou could'st see my wars to-day, and knew'st Than death and honour. Let's to supper! come, The royal occupation ! thou should'st see And drown consideration !


Enter an Officer, armed.
SCENE 11I. The sume. Before the palace. A workman in't!- Good-morrow to thee; welcome!

Enter two Soldiers, to their guard. Thou look’st like him that knows a warlike charge: 1 Sold. Brother, good night! to-morrow is the day! To business that we love, we rise betime, 2 Sold. It will determine one way: fare you well! And go to it with delight. Heard you of nothing strange about the streets ? 1 Off A thonsand, sir, 1 Sold. Nothing. What news ?

Early though it be, have on their riveted trim, 2 Sold. Belike, 'tis but a rumour:

And at the port expect you. Good night to you! 1 Sold. Well, sir, good night!

Enter other Officers, and Soldiers. Enter two other Soldiers. 2 Sold. Soldiers,

All. Good-morrow, general!
Have careful watch!

Ant. 'Tis well blown, lads !
3 Sold. And you. Good night, good night! This morning, like the spirit of a youth

{The first two place themselves at their posts: That means to be of note, begins betimes...
4 Sold. Here we; (They take their posts.) and if so, so; come, give me that : this way: wellsaid!

Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me! Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope

This is a soldier's kiss: rebukable, Our landmen will stand up.

And worthy shameful check it were, to stand
3 Sold. 'Tis a brave army,
And full of purpose.

On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee
Now, like a man of steel. - You, that will fight

4 Sold. Peace! what noise?
1 Sold. List, list!
2 Sold. Hark!

Cleo. Lead me!
1 Sold. Music i'the air.
3 Sold. Under the earth!

Determine this great war in single fight!
4 Sold. It signs well,
Does't not?
8 Sold. No.
1 Sold. Peace, I say! What should this mean?
Now leaves him.
1 Sold. Walk! let's see if other watchmen

Do hear what we do. (They advance to another post. To make me fight at land!

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Sold. Had'st thou done so,

Agr. Retire, we have engag'd ourselves too far: The kings that have revolted, and the soldier Caesar himself has work, and our oppression That has this morning left thee, would have still Exceeds what we expected.

(Exeunt. Follow'd thy heels.

Alarum. Enter ANTONY, and Scants woundel. Ant. Who's gone this morning?

Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed! Sold. Who?

Had we done so at first, we had driven them home
One ever near thee; call for Enobarbus,

With clouts about their heads.
He shall not hear thee; or from Caesar's camp Ant. Thou bleed'st apace.
Say, I am none of thine.

Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T,
Ant. What say'st thou ?

But now is made an H.
Sold. Sir,

Ant. They do retire.
He is with Caesar,

Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes; I have yet
Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure

Room for six scotches more.
He has not with him.

Enter Eros.
Ant. Is he gone?

Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage serves
Sold. Most certain.

For a fair victory.
Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it!

Scar. Let ns score their backs,
Detain no jot, charge thee! write to him

And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind; (I will subscribe) gentle adieus, and greetings!

"Tis sport to maul a runner.
Say, that I wish he never find more cause

Ant. I will reward thee
To change a master. – 0, my fortunes have

Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
Corupted honest men !- Eros, dispatch! (Exeunt. For thy good valour. Come thee on!
SCENE VI.- Caesar's camp before Alexandria. Scar. I'll halt after.

Flourish. Enter Caesar, with AGRIPPA, EXOBARBUS,
and Others.

SCENE VHT.- Under the walls of Alexandria. Caes. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight! Alaruin. Enter Antony, marching; Scaets, and Our will is, Antony be took alive ;

forces. Make it so known!

Ant. We have beat him to his camp. Run one before,
Agr. Caesar, I shall !

[Exit Agrippa. And let the queen know of our guests!-To-morrow,
Caes. The time of universal peace is near : Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood
Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world that has to-day escap'd. I thank you all!
Shall bear the olive freely.

For doughty-handed are you; and have fought
Enter a Messenger.

Not as yoa serv'd the cause, but as it had been Mess. Antony

Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors.
Is come into the field.

Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Caes. Go, charge Agrippa

Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
Plant those that have revolted in the van,

Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss That Antony may seem to spend his fury

The honour'd gashes whole. Give me thy hand! Upon himself. (Exeunt Cuesar and his train.

[To Scarus. Eno. Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry,

Enter CLEOPATRA, attended.
On affairs of Antony; there did persuade

To this great fany Pll commend thy acts,
Great Aerod to incline himself to Caesar,

Make her thanks bless thee.-0 thou day o'the world.
And leave his master Antony: for this pains, Chain mine arm'd neck! leap thou, attire and all,
Caesar hath hang'd him. Cavidius , and the rest, Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
That fell away, have entertainment, but

Ride on the pants triumphing!
No honourable trust. I have done ill;

Cleo. Lord of lords !
Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,

O infinite virtue! com’st thou smiling from
That I will joy no more.

The world's great snare uncaught?
Enter a Soldier of Caesar's.

Ant. My nightingale,
Sold. Enobarbus, Antony

We have beat them to their beds. What, girl ? though
Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with

grey His bounty overplus. The messenger.

Do something mingle with our brown; yet have we
Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now, A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
Unloading of his mules.

Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man;
Eno. I give it

Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand; –
Sold. Mock me uot, Enobarbus!

Kiss it, my warrior! -- He hath fought to-day,
I tell you true. Best that you saf’d the bringer As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Out of the host; I must attend mine office, Destroy'd in such a shape.
Or would have done't myself. Your emperor Cleo. P'll give thee, friend,
Continues still a Jore.

[Èxit Soldier. An armour all of gold; it was a king's.
Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth,

Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled
And feel I am so most. O Antony,

Like holy Phoebus' car. - Give me thy hand!
Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
My better service, when my turpitude

Bear our hack'd targets like the men,that owe them :
Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart : Had our great palace the capacity
If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean To camp this host, we all would snp together;
Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't, I feel. And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
I fight against thee!- No: I will go seek Which promises royal peril. - Trumpeters,
Some ditch, wherein to die; the foul'st best fits With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
My latter part of life.

(Exit. Make iningle with our rattling tabourines;
SCENE VII. — Field of battle between the camps. That heaven and earth may strike their soands to-
Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA, and gether,
Lapplauding our approach.


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