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Sca. I had a wound here that was like a T,
They do retire.
Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage
serves For a fair victory. Sca.
Let us score their backs,
I will reward thee
I'll halt after. [Exeunt.
Under the walls of Alexandria.
Not as you served the cause, but as it had been
Enter CLEOPATRA, attended. To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts; Make her thanks bless thee. Othou day o' the
Lord of lords !
My nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. What, girl?
though gray Do something mingle with our younger brown; yet
2 Armour of proof.
Destroy'd in such a shape.
I'll give thee, friend,
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.
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
A shrewd one to us.
0, bear me witness, night,-
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.
Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea;
For both, my
lord. Ant. I would, they'd fight i' the fire or in the
We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot,