Before the sun shall see us, we 'll spill the blood The honoured 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.-O thou day o' the world! Chain mine armed neck: leap thou, attire and all, Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand :Kiss it, my warrior.-He hath fought to-day As if a god, in hate of mankind, had Destroyed in such a shape. Cleo. 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 hacked targets like the men that owe them. Had our great palace the capacity To camp this host, we all would sup together, Applauding our approach! SCENE IX. CÆSAR's Camp. [Exeunt. Sentinels on their posts. Enter ENOBARBUS 1st 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. 2nd Sol. This last day was a shrewd one to us. Eno. O, bear me witness, night,— 3rd Sol. What man is this? 2nd Sol. Stand close, and list him. Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blesséd moon, When men revolted shall upon record Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did Before thy face repent!— 1st Sol. Enobarbus ! 3rd Sol. Peace: hark further. Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge 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 fault; This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me: Hast sold me to this novice: and my heart O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more! Do we shake hands.-All come to this?—The hearts That spanielled me at heels, to whom I Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,- Enter CLEOPatra. Ah, thou spell: avaunt! Cleo. Why is my lord enraged against his love? Ant. Vanish; or I shall give thee thy deserving, And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take thee, And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians: If it be well to live: but better 't were Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die: To the Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall Under this plot: she dies for 't.-Eros, ho! [Exit. Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is Even such a body: here I am Antony; Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave. I made these wars for Egypt; and the queen (Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine; Which, whilst it was mine, had annexed unto 't A million more, now lost)-she, Eros, has Packed cards with Cæsar, and false played my glory Unto an enemy's triumph. Nay, weep not, gentle Eros: there is left us Ourselves to end ourselves.-O, thy vile lady! Enter MARDIAN. She hath robbed me of my sword. Mar. Ant. Eros, unarm: the long day's task is done, And we must sleep.-That thou depart'st hence safe Does pay thy labour richly: go.-[Exit MARDIAN. The sevenfold shield of Ajax cannot keep [Exit EROS. So it must be, for now Since the torch is out, I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and I have lived in such dishonour that the gods With ships made cities, condemn myself, to lack |