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Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards,
Enter Attendants, with Thyreus.
And plighter of high hearts!—O, is he whipp'd?
l Atten. Soundly, my lord.
Ant. Cry'd he? and begg'd he pardon?
l Atten. He did ask favour.
Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry To follow Caesar in his triumph, since Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: henceforth, The white hand of a lady fever thee, Shake thou to look on't. Get thee back to Caesar, Tell him thy entertainment: Look, thou say, He makes me angry with him: for he seems Proud and disdainful; harping on what I am, Not what he knew I was: He makes me angry; And at this time most easy 'tis to do't; When my good stars, that were my former guides, Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike My speech, and what is done; tell him, he has Hipparchus, myenfranched bondman, whom He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture, As he shall like, to quit me: Urge it thou; Hence with thy stripes, be gone. [Exit Thyreus.
Cleo. Have you done yet?
Ant. Alack, our terrene moon
Cleo. I must stay his time. [To her Women.
Ant. To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points?
Cleo. Not know me yet?
Ant- Cold-hearted toward me?
Cleo. Ah, dear, if I be so,
Ant. I am satisfy'd.
Cleo. That's my brave lord!
Ant. I will be treble sinew'd, hearted, breath'd,
Cleo. It is my birth day:
lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
Ant. We'll yet do well.
Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord.
Ant. Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night 111 force
The wine peep through their scars.—Come on, my queen; There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight, I'll make death love me ; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe. [Exeunt Anton Y, Cleopatra, Charmian, and A1"raNDAn'rs. Enob. Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious, Is, to be frighted out of fear: in that mood, The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still, A diminution in our captain's brain, Restores his heart: when valour preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek Some way to leave him. [Exit.
Enter Antony and Cleopatr ; Charmian, Iras, and Others, attending.
Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros!
Ant. No, my chuck.—Eros, come; mine armour, Eros !
Enter Eros, with Armour.
Come, my good fellow, put thine iron on:—
If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
Because we brave her.—Come. [eros arms him.
Cleo. Nay, I'll help too.
Ant. What's this for? Ah, let be, let be! thou art The armourer of my heart: False, false; this, this.
Cleo. Sooth, la, I'll help: Thus it must be.
Ant. Well, well; We shall thrive now. —Seest thou, my good fellow? Go, put on thy defences.
Eros. Briefly, sir.
Cleo. Is not this buckled well?
Ant. O, 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: Despatch.—O love, That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st The royal occupation! thou shouldst see
Enter an Officer, armed.
A workman in't.—Good morrow to thee; welcome;
1 Off. A thousand, sir.
Early though't be, have on their rivetted trim,
[Shouts within—Trumpets* And at the port expect you.
Enter Other Officers, Soldiers, &c.
2 Off. The morn is fair.—Good morrow, general. All. Good morrow, general.
Ant. Tis well blown, lads.
So, so; come, give me that: this way; well said.
[Exeunt Eros, Antony, Officers, and Sol-
Char. Please you, retire into your chamber.
Cleo. Lead me. He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might Determine this great war in single fight! Then, Antony—But now Well, on. [Exeuttt.
Under the Walls of Alexandria.
Enter Antony and Eros; Diomede meeting them.
Diom. The gods make this a happy day to Antony!
Ant. 'Would thou, and those thy scars, had once prevail'd To make me fight at land!
Diom. Hadst thou done so,
Ant. Who's gone this morning?