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And send 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 since my Lord
Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.'

Aut. We will yet do well.
Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my Lord.
Ant. Do fo, we'll speak to them, and to-night I'll

force The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my

Queen;
There's fap 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. Eno. Now he'll out-stare the lightning. To be

furious, Is to be frighted out of fear; and, in that mood, The dove will peck the estridge; and I fee 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.

АстIV.

SCENE I.

Cæsar's Camp.

Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, and Mecænas, with their armıy. Cæsar reading a letter.

Cefar. HE

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

To beat me out of Ægypt. My mellenger He hath whip'd with rods, dares me to personal

combat,
Cæfar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know,
He hath many other ways to die : mean time,
Laugli at his challenge.

Mec. Cæsar muft think,
When one so 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.

Cali Let our best heads
Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles
We mean to fight. Within our files there are
Of those that serv'd Mark Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it be done ;
And feast the army ; we have store to do't,
And they have earn!d the waste. Poor Antony !

[Exeunt.

SC E NË II.

The Palace in Alexandria.
Enter Antony and Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Char-

mian, Iras, Alexas, with others.
Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius.
Eno, No.
Ant. Why should he not?

Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better He's twenty men to one.

[fortune, Ant. To-morrow, soldier, By sea 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 strike, and cry, “ take all.

Ant. Well said. Come on. Call forth my household servants; let's to-niglit

Enter Servants. Be bounteous at our meal. Give me thy hand, Thou haft been rightly honest; so haft thou ; And thou; and thou; and thou. You've served And kings have been your fellows. [me well,

Cleo. What means ihis?

Take advantage of. Johnson.

Eno. aside.] 'Tis one of those odd tricks whic'ı Out of the mind.

[sorrow shoots Ant And thou art Monest too, I wish I could be made so many men, And all of you clap'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 fellow wait on me to-night;
Scant not my cups, and make as much of me
As when mine empire was your fellow too,
And suffer'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 shall not see me more; or if,
A mangled shadow. "It may chance, tó-morrow
You'll serve another master. I look on you
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest frient's,
I turn you not away; but, like a master
Married to your good service, stay till death :
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the gods shield you for't?

Eno. What mean you, Sir, To give them this discomfort ? Look, they we'ep. And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd. For thame, 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 {pake t you for your comfort, did desire you To burn this night with torches Know, my hearts, I hope well of to-morrow, and will lead you Where rasher I'll expect victorious life, Than deaih and honour. Let's to supper, come, And drown confideration.

(Exeunt.

VOL. IX.

S CE N E

III.

A Court of Guard before the Palace.

Enter a company of Soldiers.

to you.

'? 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 ?

1 Sold. Nothing. What news?
2 Sold. Belike 'tis but a rumour. Good-nighit
1 Sold. Well, Sir, good night.

[They meet with other Soldiers.
2 Sold. Soldiers, have careful watch.
I Sold. And you. Good night, good night.
[They place themselves on every corner of the stage.

2 Solà. Here we; and if to-morrow Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope Our landmen will stand up. 1 Sold. 'Tis a brave army, and full of purpose.

[Music of the hautboys is under the stage. 2 Sold. Peace, what noise ? I Sold. List, list! 2 Sold. Hark! I Sold. Music i' th' air.

3 Sold. Under the earth.It signs well, does it not?

2 Sold. No.
I 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 ? [Speak together. Omnes. How now? how now? do you hear this? I Sold. Is't not strange? 3.Sold. Do you hear, malters? do you hear?

Sold. Follow the noise so far as we have quarter ;Let's see how 'will give off.

Omnes. Content. 'Tis strange. [Exeunt.

S CE N E IV.

Changes to Cleopatra's Palace. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with Charmian and

others.

this;

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 thine 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 för ? Ah, let be, let be; thou art The armourer of my heart; -false, false; this, Cleo, Sooth-la, I'll help. Thus it must be.

[Cleopatra puts the armour on Anto'y.. Ant. Welī, well, we shall thrive now; Seest thou, my good fellow ? Go, put on thy desences. .

Eno. Briefly, Sir.
Cleo. Is not this buckled well ?

Ant. 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. Dispatcli. O Love!
That thou couldst see my wars to day, and knew'st
The royal occupation; thou shouldıt see
A workman in'i.

Enter an arnie / Soli'ier. Good-morrow to thee; welcome ;Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike c'large:

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