From my cold heart let heaven ingender bail,
And poifon't in the fource, and the first stone
Drop in my neck; as it determines, fo
Diffolve my life! the next Cæfario fmite!
Till by degrees the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the difcandying of this pelletted storm,
Lie gravelefs; till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for prey!

Ant. I'm fatisfied.

Cæfar fets down 'fore Alexandria, where
I will oppose his fate.

Our force by land

Hath nobly held; our fever'd navy too

Have knit again, and float, threat'ning moft fea-like.
Where haft thou been, my heart? doft thou hear, Lady?
Jf from the field 1 fhould return once more
To kifs thefe lips, I will appear in blood;

I and my fword will earn my chronicle;
There's hope in't yet.

Cico. That's my brave Lord.

Ant. I will be treble-finew'd, hearted, breath'd,
And fight malicioufly: for when my hours
Were nice* and lucky, men did ransom lives
Of me for jefts; but now I'll fet my teeth,
And fend to darkness all that stop me. Come,
Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me
All my fad captains, fill our bowls; once more
Let's mock the midnight-bell.

Cleo. It is my birth-day;

I had thought t'have held it poor: but fince my
Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.

Ant. We will yet do well.

Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my Lord.

Lord

Ant. Do fo, we'll fpeak to them, and to night I'll force

The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my There's fap in't yet. The next time I do fight, [Queen; I'll make death love me: for I will contend

Even with his peftilent fcythe.

[Exeunt. Eno. Now he'll outftare the lightning; to be furious,

nice, for delicate, courtly, flowing in peace.

"Is to be frighted out of fear; and, in that mood, "The dove will peck the eftridge; and 1 fee ftill "A diminution in our captain's brain

"Reffores his heart; when Valour preys on Reason, It eats the fword it fights with; 1 will feek Some way to leave him.

LExit.

ACT

IV.

SCENE I.

Cafar's Camp.

Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, and Mecenas, with their army Cæfar reading a letter.

"Gef. To beat me out of Egypt. My meffenger H

E calls me boy; and chides, as he had power

He hath whipp'd with rods, dares me to perfonal com
Cæfar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know,

He hath many other ways to die: mean time
I at his challenge laugh.

Mec. Cæfar muft think,

When one fo great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Make boot of his distraction: never anger
Made good guard for itself.

Caf. Let our best heads

Know that to-morrow the laft of many battles
We mean to fight. Within our files there are
Of those that ferv'd Mark Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it be done;
And feaft the army; we have store to do't,
And they have earn'd the wafte. Poor Antony !

SCENE

[bat,

[Exeunt.

II. The palace in Alexandria.

Enter Antony and Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian,

Iras, Alexas, with others.

Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius,

Eno. No.

Ant. Why fhould he not?

Eno He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, 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; so hast 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 traits, which forrow shoots Out of the mind.

Ant. And thou art honeft too :

I wish I could be made fo many men;
And all of you clapp'd 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,

A mangled fhadow. It may chance to-morrow

You'll ferve another mafter.

As one that takes his leave.

I look on you
Mine honest friends,

I turn you not away; but like a master

Married to your good service, stay til death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the gods yield you for't!

Eno. What mean you, Sir,

To give them this difcomfort? look, they weep.
And I, an afs, am onion-ey'd; for fhame,
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 sense;

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.

And drown confideration.

Let's to fupper, come,

[Exeunt.

SCENE. A court of guard before the palace.
Enter a company of Soldiers.

1 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? 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 other Soldiers.

2 Sold. Soldiers have careful watch.

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

[They place themfelves 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. [Mufic of the hautboys is under the flage.

2 Sold. Peace, what noife?

1 Sold. Lift, lik!

2 Sold Hark!

1 Seld. Mufic i' th' air... 3 Sold. Under the earth.. It figns well, does it not? 2 Sold No.

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,

i. c. blast, bewitch.

2 Sold. How now, Mafters?

[Speak together.

Omnes. How now, how now, do you hear this?
Sold. Is't not ftrange?

3 Sold. Do you hear Masters ? do you hear?

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

Omnes, Content: 'tis ftrange.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. Changes to 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.

Gleo. Nay, I'll help too, Antony.

What's this for? ah, let be, let be; thou art

The armourer of my heart;-falfe, falfe; 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. Eros. Briefly, Sir.

Cleo. Is not this buckled well 2

Ant. Rarely, rarely.

He that unbuckles this, till we do please

To doff't for our repofe, fhall hear a storin.

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

A workman in't.

Enter an armed Soldier.

Good morrow to thee, welcome;

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

And go to't with delight.