I hope well of to-morrow, and will lead you,
Where rather I'll expect victorious life,

Than death and honour. Let's to fupper, come,
And drown confideration.

SCENE III.

A Court of Guard before the Palace.

Enter a Company of Soldiers.

[Exeunt.

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 themselves in every corner of the ftage.

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.

[Mufick of the bautboys is under the ftage.

2 Sold. Peace, what noise

1 Sold. Lift, lift!

2 Sold. Hark!

1 Sold. Mufick i' th' air. 3 Sold. Under the earth. It figns well, do's 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.

2 Sold. How now, masters ?

Omnes. How now? how now? do you hear this?
1 Sold. Is't not strange?

3 Sold. Do you hear, masters ? do you hear?
I Sold. Follow the noise fo far as we have quarter,
Let's fee how 'twill give off.

Omnes,

Omnes. Content: 'tis ftrange.

SCENE IV. Cleopatra's Palace.
Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with others.

Ant. Eros, mine armour, Eros.

Cleo. Sleep a little.

[Exeunt.

Ant. No, my chuck: Eros, come, mine armour, Er.. 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, let be, thou art The armourer of my heart; falfe, falfe; this, this. Cleo. Sooth-la I'll help: thus must it be.

Ant. Well, well,

We fhall thrive now.

Go put on thy defences.

Eros. Briefly, Sir.

Seeft thou, my good fellow?

Cleo. Is not this buckled well?

Ant. Oh! rarely, rarely:

He that unbuckles this, 'till we do please
To doff't for our repofe, fhall hear a storm.
Thou fumbleft, Eros, and my Queen's a Squire
More tight at this than thou; difpatch. O love!
That thou could'ft fee my wars to-day, and knew'st
The royal occupation; thou should'st see

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.

Sold. A thoufand, Sir,

Early though't be, have on their riveted trim,

And at the port expect you.

[Shout. Trumpets flourish.

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 fpirit of a youth

That

That means to be of note, begins betimes.

So, fo; come, give me that, this way well faid.
Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me,
This is a foldier's kifs: rebukeable,

And worthy fhameful check it were, to stand
On more mechanick compliment; I'll leave thee
Now, like a man of feel. You that will fight,
Follow me clofe, I'll bring you to't adieu.

Char. Pleafe you retire to your chamber?

Cleo. Lead me:

[Exeunt.

He goes forth gallantly: That he and Cæfar might
Determine this great war in fingle fight!

Then Antony-but now-well, on.

SCENE V. A Camp.

[Exeunt.

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 fcars had once prevail'd To make me fight at land!

Eros. Hadft thou done fo,

The Kings that have revolted, and the foldier
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 Enobarbus,

He shall not hear thee, or from Cafar's camp
Say, I am none of thine.

Ant. What fay'ft thou?

Sold. Sir,

He is with Cæfar.

Eros. Sir, his chefts and treafure

He has not with him.

Ant. Is he gone?

Sold. Moft certain.

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

Το

To change a mafter. Oh, my fortunes have
Corrupted honeft men! dispatch, my Eros.

SCENE VI. Cæfar's Camp.

[Exeunt

Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, with nobarbus, and Dolabella. Caf. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight: Our will is, Antony be took alive;

Make it so known.

Agr. Cæfar, I fhall.

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

Enter a Messenger.

Mef. Mark Antony is come into the field.
Caf. Go, charge, Agrippa;

Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may feem to spend his fury
Upon himself.

[Exeunt.

no. Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry on
Affairs of Antony; there did perfwade
Great Herod to incline himself to Cæfar,
And leave his mafter 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 forely,
That I will joy no more.

Enter a Soldier of Cæfar.

Sold. Enobarbus, Antony

Hath after thee fent all thy treasure, with
His bounty over-plus. The meffenger
Came on my guard, and at thy tent is now
Unloading of his mules.

Eno. give it you.

Sold. Mock me not,

nobarbus,

I tell you true: beft you see safe the bringer
Out of the hoft: muft attend mine office,
Or would have done't my self. Your Emperor
Continues ftill a Jove.

Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth,
And feel I am fo moft., Oh Antony,

[Exit,

Thos

Thou mine of bounty, how would ft thou have paid
My better service, when my turpitude

Thou doft fo crown with gold! This bows my heart;
If fwift thought break it not, a swifter mean

Shall out-ftrike thought; but thought will do't, I feel.
I fight against thee! - no, I will go feek

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

SCENE

VII.

Before the Walls of Alexandria.

[Exit.

Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa. Agr. Retire, we have engag'd our felves too far: Cafar himself has work, our opposition

Exceeds what we expected.

[Exit.

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

Ant. Thou bleed'ft 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 fix fcotches more.

Enter Eros.

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

Scar. 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

For thy good valour.

Scar. I'll halt after.

Come on.

Alarum. Enter Antony again in a March,

Scarus with others.

[Exeunt.

Ant. We've beat him to his camp; run one before,
And let the Queen know of our gefts; to-morrow
Before the fun fhall fee's, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all ;
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