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Sca. I had a wound here that was like a T,
But now 'tis made an H.

They do retire.
Sca. We 'll beat 'em into bench-holes: I have

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.

I will reward thee
Once for thy spritely comfort, and tenfold
For thy good valor. Come thee on.

I'll halt after. [Exeunt.


Under the walls of Alexandria.
Alarum. Enter ANTONY, marching ; SCARUS, and

Ant. We have beat him to his camp. Run one

And let the queen know of our guests.—To-morrow,
Before the sun shall see us, we 'll spill the blood
That has to-day escaped. I thank you all ;
For doughty-handed are you; and have fought

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,
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 :

[to Scarus.

Enter CLEOPATRA, attended. To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts; Make her thanks bless thee. Othou day o' the

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.

Lord of lords !
O infinite virtue! comest thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught ?

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:
Commend unto his lips thy favoring hand ;-
Kiss it, my warrior. He hath fought to-day,
As if a god, in hate of mankind, had

1 Embrace,

2 Armour of proof.

Destroy'd in such a shape.

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 owe?

them. Had our great palace the capacity To camp this host, we all would sup together ; And drink carouses to the next day's fate, Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters, With brazen din blast you the city's ear; Make mingle with our rattling tabourines; ? That heaven and earth may strike their sounds to

gether, Applauding our approach.



Cæsar's camp.

SENTINELS on their post. Enter ENOBARBUS. 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 i' the morn. 2 Sol.

This last day was

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A shrewd one to us.

0, 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


record Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did Before thy face repent ! 1 Sol.

Enobarbus ! 3 Sol.

Peace; Hark farther.

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 Against the flint and hardness of

my Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony, Nobler than my revolt is infamous, Forgive me in thine own particular; But let the world rank me in register A master-leaver, and a fugitive. O Antony! O Antony !

[dies. 2 Sol.

Let's speak To him.

1 Sol. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæsar. 3 Sol.

Let's do so : but he sleeps.


| 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.

Hear you, sir ? 1 Sol. The hand of death hath raught1 him. Hark, the drums

[drums afar off. Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him To the court of guard; he is of note : our hour Is fully out.

3 Sol. Come on then; He may recover yet. [Exeunt with the body.


Between the two camps.
Enter Antony and SCARUS, with forces, marching.

Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea;
We please them not by land.

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.


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