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Ant. To let a fellow that will take rewards,
Enter Attendants, with Thyreus.
l Atten. Soundly, my lord.
Ant. If that thy father live, let him repent
forth, The white hand of a lady fever thee, Shake thou to look on't. Get thee back to Cæsar, Tell him thy entertainment: Look, thou say, He makes me angry with him : for he seems Proud and disdainful; harping on what am, Not what he knew I was: He makes me angry; And at this time most easy 'tis to do't; When my good stars, that were my former guides, Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike My speech, and what is done; tell him, he has Hipparchus, my enfranched bondinan, whom He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture, As he shall like, to quit me: Urge it thou; Hence with thy stripes, be gone. [Exit Thyreus.
Cleo. Have you done yet?
Ant. Alack, our terrene moon
Cleo. I must stay his time. [To her Women.
Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes
Cleo. Not know me yet?
Cleo. Ah, dear, if I be so, From
cold heart let Heaven engender hail,
life! The next Cæsarion smite!
Ant. I am satisfy'd.
in blood; I and my sword will earn our chronicle; There is hope in it yet.
Cleo. That's my brave lord !
Ant. I will be treble sinew'd, hearted, breath'd,
Cleo. It is my birth day:
Ant. We'll yet do well.
The wine peep through their scars. -Come
on, my queen; There's
sap in't yet. The next time I do fight, I'll make death love me ; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe. [Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra, Charmian,
and Attendants. Enob. Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be
ACT THE FOURTH.
The same - Another Room.
Enter Antony and Cleopatra ; Charmian, Iras,
and Others, attending.
Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros !
Enter Eros, with Armour. Come, my good fellow, put thine iron on:If fortune be not ours to-day, it is Because we brave her.—Come. [eros arms him.
Cleo. Nay, I'll help too.
Ant. What's this for? Ah, let be, let be! thou art The armourer of my heart: False, false ; this, this.
Cleo. Sooth, la, I'll help: Thus it must be.
Ant. Well, well;
Eros. Briefly, sir.
Ant. O, rarely, rarely:
Enter an Officer, armed. A workman in't.--Good morrow to thee; welcome; Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge: To business that we love, we rise betime, And go to't with delight.
1 Off. A thousand, sir. Early though't be, have on their rivetted trim,
[Shouts within—Trumpets. And at the port expect you.
Enter Other Officers, Soldiers, &c. 2 Off. The morn is fair.—Good morrow, general. All. Good morrow, general.
Ant. 'Tis well blown, lads.
So, so; come, give me that: this way; well said.
you, retire into your chamber.
Diom. The gods make this a happy day to Antony !
Diom. Hadst thou done so,
Ant. Who's gone this morning?