To business that we love we rife betime,

And go to't with delight,

Soid. A thoufand, Sir,

Early though 't be, have on their rivetted 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!

Aut. 'Tis well blown, lads.

This morning, like the spirit of a youth
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, [Kiffes her.
And worthy fhameful check it were, to ftand
On more mechanic compliment: I'll leave thee
Now like a man of fteel. You that will fight,
Follow me clofe, I'll bring you to't. Adieu.
[Exeunt.

Char. Please you retire to your chamber?

Cleo. Lead me.

He goes for h gallantly. That he and Cæfar might
Determine this great war in fingle fight !
Then, Antony.—But now.-Well!—On. [Exeunt.

Trumpets found. Enter Antony and Eros; a Soldier meeting them,

Sol. The gods make this a happy day to Antony! Ant. 'Would thou and those thy fears 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 still.

Follow'd thy heels.

Ant. Who's gone this morning?

Eros. Who?

One ever near thee.

Call for Enobarbus;

He fhall not hear thee; or from Cæfar's camp
Say, "I am none of thine."

Ant. What fay'it thou?

Sold. Sir,

He is with Cæfar.

Eros. Sir, his chefts and treasure

He has not with him.

Ant. Is he gone?

Sold. Molt 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 with he never find more caufe To change a mafter. Oh, my fortunes have Corrupted honeft men! Difpatch, my Eros. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

Changes to Cæfar's Camp.

Enter Cafar, Agrippa, with Enobarbus and Dolabella.

Caf. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight: Our will is, Antony be took alive;

Make it fo known.

Agr. Cæfar, I thall.

Caf. The time of univerfal peace is near.

Prove this a profp'rous day, the three-nook'd world Shall bear the olive freely.

Enter a Mejenger.

Meff. Mark Antony is come into the field.
Cal. Go, charge Agrippa

Plant thofe that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may feem to ipend his fury
Upon himfelf

[Exeunt.

Eno, Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry on

Affairs of Antony; there did perfuade

Great Herod to encline himself to Cæfar,
And leave his mafter Antony; for this 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 accufe myself fa forely,
That I will joy no more.

Enter a Soldier of Cæfar's.

Sold. Enobarbus, Antony

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

Eno. I give it you.

Sold. Mock not, Enobarbus.

I tell you true.

Beft you fafed the bringer

Out of the hoft; I must attend mine office,
Or would have done 't myself. Your Emperor
Continues ftill a Jove.

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

[Exit.

Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid My better fervice, when my turpitude.

*

Thou doft fo crown with gold! This blows my

heart;

If fwift thought break it not, a fwifter mean
Shall out-ftrike thought; but thought will do't, I
I fight against thee! No, I will go feek [feel.
Some ditch where I may die; the foul'ft best fits
My later part of life.
[Exit.

*This generofity, fays Enobarbus, fwells my heart fo, that it will quickly break, if thought break it not, a fwifter mean. Johnson.

Before the Walls of Alexandria.

Alarm. Drums and trumpets. Enter Agrippa.

Agr. Retire, we have engag'd ourselves too far: Cæfar himself has work, and our oppreffion * Exceeds what we expected.

[Exit.

Alarm. Enter Antony, and Scarus wounded.

Scar. O my brave Emperor! this is fought indeed: Had we done fo at first, we had drove 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

For a fair victory.

Scar. Let us feore their backs,

[ferves

And fnatch '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. Come thee on.

Scar. I'll halt after.

[Exeunt.

Alarm. Enter Antony again in a march, Scarus

with others.

Ant. We've beat him to his camp; run one before, And let the queen know of our guefts. To-morrow, Before the fun fhall fee's, we'll ipill. the blood That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all; For doughty-handed are you, and have fought

Oppreffion, for oppofition. Warburton.

Not as you ferv'd the caufe, but as 't had been
Each man's like mine; you have fhewn all Hectors.
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends;
Tell them your feats, whilst they with joyful tears
Wafh the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honour'd gashes whole. Give me thy hand;
[To Scarus..

Enter Cleopatra.

To this great Fairy I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks blefs thee. Othou day o'th' world,
Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness, to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.

Cleo. Lord of lords!

Oh, infinite virtue! com'ft thou fmiling from
The world's great fnare uncaught?
Ant. My nightingale!

We've beat them to their beds.

though gray

What! girl,

Do fomething mingle with our younger brown,
Yet ha' we a brain that nourishes our nerves,
And can get goal for goal* of youth. Behold this
Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand. [man;
Kifs it, my warrior. He hath fought to-day,
As if a god in hate of mankind had

Destroy'd in fuch a fhape.

Cleo. I'll give thee, friend,

An armour all of gold; it was a king's.

Ant He has deferv'd it, were it carbuncled

Like holy Phoebus' car.- -Give me thy hand;
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;

Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them.
Had our great palace the capacity

To camp this hoft, we would all fup together;
And drink carowses to the next day's fate,
Which promifes royal peril. Trumpeters,
With brazen din blaft you the city's ear,

*A all plas of barriers, the boundary is called a boysal is to be fuperior in a contest of acti

goal

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