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To business that we love we rise betime,
And go to't with delight,

Soid. A thousand, Sir,
Early though 't be, have on their rivetted trim,
And at the port expect you,

[Shout. Trumpets flourise. Enter Captains and Soldiers. Cap. The morn is fair. Good morrow, general! AL. Good morrow, general!

Ant. 'Tis well blown, lads. This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of noie, begins betimes. So, fo. -Come, give me that -- This way-Well

said. Fare thee well, dame; whate'er becomes of me, This is a soldier's kils : rebukeable, [Killes her. And worthy sha'neful check it were, to land On more mechanic compliment: PHI leave thee Now like a man of steel. You that will fight, Follow me clole, 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 Cæsar might Determine this great war in single fight! Then, Antony.--But now.--Well!-On. [Exeuns.

SC: EN E
Changes to a Camp.

Trumpets found. Enter Antony and Eros; a Sola

dier nieeting theni, Sol. The gods make this a happy day to Antony! Ant. 'Would thou and those thy scars-nad once

prevaild To make ne fight at land!

Eros. Hadst thou done so, The kings that have revolted, and the soldier 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 shall not hear thee; or from Cæsar's camp
Say, “ I am none of thine.”

Ant. What lay'it thou?

Sold. Sir,
He is with Cæsar.

Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure
He has not with him.

Ant. Is he gone? Sold. Most certain." Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after ; do it; Detain no jot, I charge thee. Write to him, I will subscribe gentle adieus and greetings. Say, that I wish he never find more caule To change a master. Oh, my fortunes have Corrupted honeft men ! Dilpatch, my Eros. [Exeunt.

S CE N E VI.

Changes to 'Cæsar's Gamp. - Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, with Enobarbus and

Dolabella.

Cæs. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight :
Our will is, Antony be took alive;
Make it so known.

Agr. Cæsar, I ihall.

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

Enter a Mefenger.
Mel. Mark Antony is come into the field.

Cel: Go, charge Agrippa
Plant those that have revolted in the van,
Tnat Antony may seem to spend his füry
Upon time if

[Exeunt, E10, Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry on

Affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to encline himself to Cæsar,
And leave his master Antony; for this pains
Cæsar haih hang'd him: Canidius, and the restu
That fell away, have entertainment, but
No honourable trust I have done ill,
Of which I do accuse myself so forely,
That I will joy no more.

Enter a Soldier of Cæfar'să
Sold. Enobarbus, Antony
Hath after thee fent all thy treasure, with
His bounty overplus. The mellenger
Came on my guard, and at thy tent is now .
l'nloading of his mules.

Eno. I give it you.

Sold. Mock not, Enobarbus.
I tell you true. Best you safed the bringer
Out of the host ; I must attend mine office,
Or would have done 't myself. Your Emperor
Continues still a Jove.

[Exit.
Eno. I anr alone the villain of the earth,
And feel I am so most. O Antony,
Thou mine of bounty, how wouldlt thou have paid
My better service, when my turpitude.
Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows *

heart; If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean Shail out-strike thought; but thought will do't, I I fight against thee!--No, I will go

feek

[feel. Some dirch where I may die; the foul'st best fits My later part of life.

[Exit. * This generosity, says Enobarbus, swells my heart fó, that it will quickly break, if thought break it not, a swif. ier mean. Johnsoa.

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SCE N E VII.
Before the Walls of Alexandria.

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Alarm. Drums and trumpets. Enter. Agrippa..

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

[Exit. Alarm. Enter Antony, and Scarus wounded. .

Scar. O my brave Emperor! this is fought indeed: Had we done so 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 scotches more.

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

[serves
Scar. Let us sepre their backs,
And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind;
'Tis sport to maul a runner.

Ant. I will reward thee
Once for thy sprightly comfort, and ten-fold.
For thy good valour. Coine 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; rup one before,
And let the queen know of our guests. To-morrow,
Before the sun shall see's, we'll ipill.th blood
That has to-day escap'd.' I thank you all;
For doughty-handed are you, and have fought

Oppression, for oppofition. Warburton,

Not as you serv'd the cause, but as 't had been
Each man's like mine ; you have lheun all Hectors,
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends;
Tell them your fears, whilst they with joyful tears
wash 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 bless 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.

Clco, Lord of lords !
Oh, infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from
The world's great fnare uncaught?

Ant. My nightingale!
We've beat them to their beds.

What! girl,
though gray
Do something 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;
Kiss it, my warrior. He hath fought to-day,
As if a god in late of mankind had
Destroy'd in such a Mape.

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 host, we would all sup together;
And drink carowíts to the next day's fate,
which promises roval peril. Trumpeters,
With brazen din biart you ihe city's ear,

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