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Scene I.—Cæsar's Camp at Alexandria.
Mecænas, and others.
Mec. Cæsar must think,
Cæs. Let our best heads
Of those that served Marc Antony but late,
me well, And they have earned the waste.—Poor Antony! And kings have been your fellows :
[Exeunt. Cleo. What means this?
Eno. 'T' is one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots
Out of the mind.
I wish I could be made so many men,
And all of you clapped up together in
An Antony; that I might do you service
Serv. The gods forbid !
Ant. Well, my good fellows, waiton me to-night; Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better Scant not my cups; and make as much of me fortune,
As when mine empire was your fellow too, He is twenty men to one.
And suffered my command. Ant. To-morrow, soldier,
Cleo. What does he mean? By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live,
Eno. To make his followers weep. Or bathe my dying honour in the blood
Ant. "Tend me to night: Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight | May be it is the period of your duty : well!
Haply you shall not see me more; or if, Eno. I 'll strike, and cry “Take all!” . A mangled shadow : perchance to-morrow Ant. Well said; come on.
You 'll serve another master. I look on you
I turn you not away ; but, like a master
Married to your good service, stay till death. Be bounteous at our meal.—Give me thy hand; "Tend me to-night two hours; I ask no more; Thou hast been rightly honest :-so hast thou ;- And the gods yield you for 't !
Eno. What mean you, sir,
Ant. Ho, ho, ho!
2nd Sol. How now, masters?
[Several speaking together.
quarter: Let's see how 't will give off. Sol. [Several speaking). Content. "T is strange!
To burn this night with torches. Know, my
hearts, I hope well of to-morrow, and will lead you | Scene IV.-The same. A Room in the Palace. Where rather I 'll expect victorious life Than death and honour. Let's to supper,-come,
Enter Antony and CleopatRA; CHARMIAN and And drown consideration. . (Exeunt.
others attending. Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros. Cleo. Sleep a little.
Ant. No, my chuck.-Eros, come: mine Scene III.-The same. Before the Palace.
armour, Eros. Enter two Soldiers to their guard.
Enter Eros, with armour. 1st Sol. Brother, good night : to-morrow is Come, my good fellow, put thine iron on : the day.
If fortune be not ours to-day, it is 2nd Sol. It will determine one way: fare you Because we brave her.—Come. well.
Cleo. Nay, I 'll help too. Heard you of nothing strange about the streets ? What's this for? 1st Sol. Nothing: what news?
Ant. Ah, let be, let be! thou art 2nd Sol. Belike 't is but a rumour: good night The armourer of my heart.-False, false : this, to you.
this. 1st Sol. Well, sir, good night.
Cleo. Sooth, la, I 'll help: thus it must be.
Ant. Well, well:
We shall thrive now.-Seest thou, my good fel2nd Sol. Soldiers, have careful watch.
[ The first two place themselves at their posts. Eros. Briefly, sir.
Ant. Rarely, rarely :
To doff 't for our repose, shall hear a storm.3rd Sol. 'Tis a brave army, and full of purpose. | Thou fumblest, Eros, and my queen 's a squire
[Music of hautboys under the stage. More tight at this than thou : despatch.-0 love, 4th Sol. Peace: what noise ?
That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and 1st Sol. List, list!
knew'st 2nd Sol. Hark!
The royal occupation, thou shouldst see 1st Sol. Music i' the air! 3rd Sol. Under the earth!
Enter an Officer, armed. 4th Sol. It signs well, does it not?
A workman in 't!—Good-morrow to thee: wel3rd Sol. No.
come. 1st Sol. Peace, I say. What should this mean? Thou look’st like him that knows a warlike charge: 2nd Sol. 'T is the god Hercules, whom Antony To business that we love we rise betime, loved,
And go to 't with delight. Now leaves him.
1st Offi. A thousand, sir, 1st Sol. Walk: let's see if other watchmen Early though it be, have on their rivetted trim, Do hear what we do.
And at the port expect you. [They advance to another post.
[Shout. Trumpets. Flourish.
Enter other Officers, and Soldiers.
Scene VI.-Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria. 2nd Offi. The morn is fair.--Good-morrow, general.
Flourish. Enter Cæsar, with Agrippa, All. Good-morrow, general.
ENOBARBUS, and others. Ant. "T is well blown, lads.
Cæs. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight. This morning, like the spirit of a youth
Our will is Antony be took alive :
Make it so known.
Agr. Cæsar, I shall. (Exit AGRIPPA. Fare thee well, dame : whate'er becomes of
Cæs. The time of universal peace is near : me:
Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nooked This is a soldier's kiss [Kisses her]: rebukable
world And worthy shameful check it were to stand
| Shall bear the olive freely.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Antony is come into the field. [Ereunt ANTONY, Eros, Officers, and Soldiers.
Cæs. Go, charge Agrippa Char. Please you, retire to your chamber?
Plant those that have revolted in the van, Cleo. Lead me.
That Antony may seem to spend his fury He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæsar
Upon himself. [Exeunt CÆSAR and his Train. might
Eno. Alexas did revolt, and went to Jewry Determine this great war in single fight!
On affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Cæsar,
Scene V.-Antony's Camp near Alexandria. That fell away have entertainment, but
No honourable trust. I have done ill:
Of which I do accuse myself so sorely
That I will joy no more.
Enter a Soldier of Cæsar's.
Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with To make me fight at land !
His bounty overplus. The messenger Sol. Hadst thou done so,
Came on my guard ; and at thy tent is now, The kings that have revolted, and the soldier 1 Unloading of his mules. That has this morning left thee, would have still Eno. I give it you. Followed thy heels.
Sol. Mock not, Enobarbus : Ant. Who's gone this morning?
I tell you true. Best that you safed the bringer Sol. Who?
Out of the host : I must attend mine office, One ever near thee. Call for Enobarbus :
Or would have done't myself. Your emperor He shall not hear thee; or from Cæsar's camp Continues still a Jove."
[Erit Soldier. Say, “I am none of thine.”
Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth, Ant. What sayst thou?
And feel I am so most. O Antony, Sol. Sir, he is with Cæsar.
Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure he has not
paid with him.
My better service, when my turpitude Ant. Is he gone?
Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my Sol. Most certain.
heart: Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after : do it: | If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean Detain no jot, I charge thee. Write to him Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do 't, (I will subscribe) gentle adieus and greetings: Say that I wish he never find more cause
I fight against thee !—No: I will go seek
Scene VII._Field of Battle between the Camps.
Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing. Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa Cleo. Lord of lords ! and others.
O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from
Ant. My nightingale,
Exeunt. | We have beat them to their beds. What, girl,
though grey Alarum. Enter Antony, and Scarus, wounded. Do something mingle with our younger brown;
Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed! Yet have we a brain that nourishes our nerves, Had we done so at first, we had driven them home And can get goal for goal of youth. Behold this With clouts about their heads.
man; Ant. Thou bleed'st apace.
Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand : Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T; Kiss it, my warrior.—He hath fought to-day But now 't is made an H.
As if a god, in hate of mankind, had Ant. They do retire.
Destroyed in such a shape. Scar. We 'll beat 'em into bench-holes: I have yet |
Cleo. I'll give thee, friend, Room for six scotches more.
An armour all of gold: it was a king's.
Ant. He has deserved it, were it carbuncled Enter Eros.
Like holy Phæbus' car.-Give me thy hand: Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage Through Alexandria make a jolly march; serves
Bear our hacked targets like the men that owe For a fair victory.
them. Scar. Let us score their backs,
Had our great palace the capacity And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind : To camp this host, we all would sup together, "T is sport to maul a runner.
And drink carouses to the next day's fate, Ant. I will reward thee
Which promises royal peril.—Trumpeters, Once for thy sprightly comfort, and tenfold With brazen din blast you the city's ear; For thy good valour. Come thee on.
Make mingle with our rattling tabourines; Scar. I'll halt after. [Exeunt. That heaven and earth may strike their sounds
together, Applauding our approach!
[Exeunt. Scene VIII.—Under the Walls of Alexandria.
Alarum. Enter Antony, marching ; Scarus, and
Sentinels on their posts. Enter ENOBARBUS.
1st Sol. If we be not relieved within this hour,
2nd Sol. This last day was a shrewd one to us.
Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blesséd moon,
1st Sol. Enobarbus !
Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The honoured gashes whole.—Give me thy hand:
Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, | 1st Sol. Let's hear him; for the things he speaks
3rd Sol. Let's do so. But he sleeps. Forgive me in thine own particular;
1st Sol. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as But let the world rank me in register
his was never yet for sleep. A master-leaver and a fugitive.
2nd Sol. Go we to him. O Antony! O Antony !
[Dies. 3rd Sol. Awake, sir, awake; speak to us. 2nd Sol. Let's speak to him.
2nd Sol. Hear you, sir !
Scene X.—Between the two Camps.
Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea :
Scar. For both, my lord.
Ant. I would they'd fight i'the fire, or in the air:
Re-enter ANTONY and SCARUS.
pine does stand