Cleo. Ah, dear, if I be fo, From my cold heart let heaven ingender hail, Ant. I'm fatisfied: Cæfar fets down in Alexandria, where I will oppofe his fate. Our force by land Hath nobly held; our fever'd navy too Have knit again, and float, threatning moft fea-like. I and my fword will earn my There's hope in't yet. Cleo. That's my brave lord. chronicle; Ant. I will be treble-finew'd, hearted, breath'd, And fight maliciously for when my hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jefts; but now I'll fet my teeth, And fend to darknefs all that ftop me. Come, Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me All my fad captains, fill our bowls; once more Let's mock the midnight bell. Cleo. It is my birth-day; I had thought, t'have held it poor: But fince my lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra. Ant. We will yet do well. Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord. Ant. Do fo, we'll fpeak to them, and to-night I'll force The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my Queen; There's There's fap in't yet. The next time I do fight, [Exeunt. Eno. Now he'll out-ftare the lightning; to be furious, Is to be frighted out of fear; and, in that mood, Reftores his heart; when valour preys on reafon, A CT IV. SCENE I. CAESAR'S Camp. [Exit. Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, and Mecenas, with their Army. Cæfar reading a Letter. H CAESAR. E calls me boy; and chides, as he had power To beat me out of Egypt. My messenger He hath whipt with rods, dares me to perfonal combat, Cafar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know, I have many other ways to die: : mean time, Laugh at his challenge. Mec. Cæfar muft think, When one fo great begins to rage, he's hunted Caf. Let our best heads Know that to-morrow the last of many battles And feast the army; we have ftore to do't, And they have earn'd the wafte. Poor Antony? [Exeunt. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian Iras, Alexas, with others. Ant. HE will not fight with me, Domitius. Eno. No. Ant. Why fhould he not? Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, He's twenty men to one. Ant. To-morrow, foldier, By fea and land I'll fight: or I will live, Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well? Ant. Well faid, come on: Call forth my houfhold fervants, let's to-night Enter Servants. Be bounteous at our meal. Give me thy hand, Thou haft been rightly honeft; fo haft thou, And thou, and thou, and thou: you've ferv'd me well, And Kings have been your fellows. Cleo. What means this? [fhoots Eno. 'Tis one of thofe odd Traits, which forrow Out of the mind. Ant. And thou art honeft too: I wish, I could be made so many men; Omnes. The Gods forbid! 'Tis one of thofe odd Tricks, -] The Uniformity of the Meta hor leads us to fee that Shakespear wrote Traits, arrows, fhafts. War. Ant. Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night; Scant not my cups, and make as much of me, As when mine Empire was your fellow too, And fuffer'd my command. Cleo. What does he mean? Eno. To make his followers weep. May be, it is the period of your duty; A mangled fhadow. It may chance to-morrow, I look on you, As one that takes his leave. Mine honeft friends, Married to your good service, ftay till death: Eno. What mean you, Sir, To give them this discomfort? look, they weep. Ant. Ho, ho, ho! Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus ! I fpake t' you for your comfort, did defire you Than death and honour. Let's to fupper, come, [Exeunt. SCENE. A Court of Guard before the Palace. Enter a company of Soldiers. 1 Sold. BROTHER, good-night: to-morrow is 2 Sold. It will determine one way : Fare you well. Heard you of nothing ftrange about the ftreets? M 6 1 Sold. 1 Sold. Nothing what news? : 2 Sold. Belike, 'tis but a rumour; good-night to you. 1 Sold. Well, Sir, good-night. [They meet with other Soldiers. 2 Sold. Soldiers, have careful watch. 1 Sold. And you, good-night, good-night. [They place themfelves in every corner of the stage. 2 Sold. Here, we; and if to-morrow Our navy thrive, I have an abfolute hope Our landmen will stand up. 1 Sold. 'Tis a brave army, and full of purpose. [Mufic of the hautboys is under the ftage. 2 Sold. Peace, what noife? 1 Sold. Lift, lift! 2 Sold. Hark! 1 Sold. Mufic i' th' air.. 3 Sold. Under the earth It fignes well, does it not? 2 Sold. No. 1 Sold. Peace, I fay: what fhould this mean! 2 Sold. 'Tis the God Hercules, who loved Antony, Now leaves him. 1 Sold. Walk, let's fee if other watchmen Do hear what we do. 2 Sold. How now, masters ? [Speak together. Omnes. How now? how now? do you hear this? 1 Sold. Is't not ftrange? 3 Sold. Do you hear, mafters ? do you hear? Let's fee how 'twill give off. Omnes. Content: 'tis flrange. SCENE [Exeunt. III. Changes to Cleopatra's Palace, Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with others. Ant. ERO ROS, mine armour, Eros. Ant. |