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The armourer of my heart :- False, false ; this, this.

Cleo. Sooth, la, I 'll help: Thus it must be.

Well, well; We shall thrive now. - See'st thou, my good

Go, put on thy defences.

Briefly, sir.
Cleo. Is not this buckled well?

Rarely ; rarely:
He that unbuckles this, till we do please
To doff't' for our repose, shall hear a storm.
Thou fumblest, Eros ; and my queen 's a squire
More tight at this than thou: Despatch.-o love,
That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st
The royal occupation ! thou shouldst see

Enter an Officer, armed. A workman in 't. — Good morrow to thee; wel

come; Thou look’st like him that knows a warlike charge: To business that we love, we rise betime, And go to it with delight. 1 Off:

A thousand, sir, Early though it be, have on their riveted trim, And at the port expect you.

[Shout. Trumpets. Flourish.

Enter other Officers, and Soldiers. 2 Off. The morn is fair. — Good morrow, general. Al. Good morrow, general. Ant.

'Tis well blown, lads. This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. So, so; come, give me that: this way, well said. Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me:

1 Put it off.

2 Handy.

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This is a soldier's kiss : rebukable, [Kisses her.
And worthy shameful check it were, to stand
On more mechanick compliment; I 'll leave thee,
Now, like a man of steel. — You that will fight,
Follow me close ; I'll bring you to’t. Adieu.

[Exeunt Antony, Eros, Officers, and

Char. Please

you, retire to your chamber?
He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæsar might
Determine this great war in single fight !
Then, Antony, But now, - Well, on. [Exeunt.

Lead me,


Antony's Camp near Alexandria.

Trumpets sound. Enter Antony and EROS; a

Soldier meeting them.
Sold. The gods make this a happy day to An-

tony ! Ant. 'Would, thou and those thy scars had once

prevail'd To make me fight at land ! Sold.

Hadst thou done so, The kings that have revolted, and the soldier That has this morning left thee, would have still Follow'd thy heels. Ant.

Who's gone this morning? Sold.

Who? One ever near thee : Call for Enobarbus, He shall not hear thee; or from Cæsar's camp Say, I am none of thine. Ant.

What say'st thou ? Sold.

Sir, He is with Cæsar. Eros.

Şir, his chests and treasure

He has not with him.

Is he gone?

Most certain. Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it; Detain no, jot, I charge thee: write to him (I will subscribe) gentle adieus, and greetings: Say, that I wish he never find more cause To change a master. — 0, my fortunes have Corrupted honest men:- Eros, despatch. [Exeunt.


Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria.

Flourish. Enter CÆSAR with AGRIPPA, ENOBAR

BUS, and others.
Cæs. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight :
Our will is, Antony be took alive;
Make it so known.
Agr. Cæsar, I shall.

Cæs. The time of universal peace is near :
Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world
Shall bear the olive freely.


Enter a Messenger.

Is come into the field.

Go, charge Agrippa
Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself. Exeunt CÆSAR and his Train.

Eno. Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry,
On affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Cæsar,
And leave his master Antony: for this pains,
Cæsar hath hang'd him. Canidius, and the rest

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,

Enobarbus, Antony
Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
His bounty overplus: The messenger
Came on my guard, and at thy tent is now,
Unloading of his mules.

Eno. I give it you.

Mock me not, Enobarbus.
I tell you true: Best that you saf'd the bringer
Out of the host; I must attend mine office,
Or would have done 't myself. Your emperor
Continues still a Jove.

[Exit Soldier. Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth, And feel I am so most. O Antony, Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid My better service, when my turpitude Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows 3 my

heart: If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean, Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do 't,

I feel.
I fight against thee! - No: I will go seek
Some ditch, wherein to die; the foul'st best fits
My latter part of life.


3 Swells.


Field of Battle between the Camps.

Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA,

and others. Agr. Retire, we have engag'd ourselves too far: Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression Exceeds what we expected.


Alarum. Enter Antony and SCARUS, wounded.

Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed! Had we done so at first, we had driven them home With clouts about their heads. Ant.

Thou bleed'st apace. Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T, But now 'tis made an H. Ant.

They do retire. Scar. We 'll beat 'em into bench-holes; I have

yet Room for six scotches 4 more.

Enter EROS. Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage


For a fair victory.

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 ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.

I'll halt after. (Exeunt.

4 Cuts.

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