Sca. I had a wound here that was like a T, But now 'tis made an H. Ant. They do retire. Sca. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes: I have yet Room for six scotches more. Enter EROS. Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage serves For a fair victory. Sca. Let us score their backs, And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind: 'Tis sport to maul a runner. Under the walls of Alexandria. Alarum. Enter ANTONY, marching; SCARUS, and forces. Ant. We have beat him to his camp. Run one before, And let the queen know of our guests.-To-morrow, Not as you served the cause, but as it had been Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors. Enter the city, clip 1 your wives, your friends, 1 Tell them your feats; whilst they, with joyful tears, Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss The honor'd gashes whole.--Give me thy hand : Enter CLEOPATRA, attended. [to Scarus. To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts; Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day o' the world, Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness 2 to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing. Cle. Lord of lords! O infinite virtue! comest thou smiling from The world's great snare uncaught? Ant. My nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? though gray Do something mingle with our younger brown; yet have we A brain that norishes our nerves, and can Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man: 1 Embrace. 2 Armour of proof. Destroy'd in such a shape. Cle. I'll give thee, friend, An armour all of gold; it was a king's. Ant. He has deserved 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 owe1 them. Had our great palace the capacity To camp this host, we all would sup together; Make mingle with our rattling tabourines; ? That heaven and earth may strike their sounds to 1 Sol. If we be not relieved within this hour, We must return to the court of guard: the night Is shiny; and, they say, we shall embattle By the second hour i̇' the morn. 2 Sol. This last day was 1 Own. 2 Small drums. A shrewd one to us. Eno. O, bear me witness, night, 3 Sol. What man is this? 2 Sol. Stand close, and list him. Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon, When men revolted shall upon record Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did Before thy face repent! 1 Sol. 3 Sol. Hark farther. Enobarbus! Peace; Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge 1 upon me; That life, a very rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me: throw my heart Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, Nobler than my revolt is infamous, Forgive me in thine own particular; A master-leaver, and a fugitive. O Antony! O Antony! 2 Sol. To him. Let's speak [dies. 1 Sol. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæsar. 3 Sol. Let's do so: but he sleeps. 1 Discharge, as a moist sponge when squeezed. 1 Sol. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his Was never yet for sleep. 2 Sol. Go we to him. 3 Sol. Awake, awake, sir; speak to us. 2 Sol. 1 Sol. The hand of death hath raught1 him. Hark, the drums Demurely wake the sleepers. Hear you, sir? [drums afar off. Let us bear him To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, with forces, marching. Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea; We please them not by land. Sca. For both, my lord. Ant. I would, they'd fight i' the fire or in the air; We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot, Upon the hills adjoining to the city, Shall stay with us: order for sea is given; They have put forth the haven. Let's seek a spot, Where their appointment we may best discover, And look on their endeavor. [Exeunt. 1 Reached. |