To burn this night with torches: Know, my hearts, I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you, Where rather I'll expect victorious life,

Than death and honour. Let's to supper; come, And drown consideration.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

THE SAME. BEFORE THE PALACE.

Enter two Soldiers, to their guard.

1 Sold. Brother, good night: to-morrow is the

day.

2 Sold. It will determine one way: fare you

well.

Heard you of nothing strange about the streets?

1 Sold. Nothing: What news?

S Sold.

And you: Good night, good night.

[The first two place themselves at their posts.

4 Sold. Here we: [They take their posts.] and if

to-morrow

Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope

Our landmen will stand up.

3 Sold.

'Tis a brave army,

And full of purpose.

[Musick of hautboys under the stage. Peace, what noise?

4 Sold.

1 Sold.

List, list!

2 Sold. 'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony

lov'd,

Now leaves him.

1 Sold.

Walk; let's see if other watchmen

Do hear what we do. [They advance to another post.

3 Sold. Do you hear, masters? do you hear?

1 Sold.

Follow the noise so far as we have

quarter;

Let's see how't will give off.

Sold. [several speaking.] Content: 'Tis strange.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

THE SAME. A ROOM IN THE PALACE.

Enter Antony, and Cleopatra; Charmian, and
Others, attending.

Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros!

Cleo.

Sleep a little.

Ant. No, my chuck.-Eros, come; mine ar

mour, 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.

Cleo.

What's this for?

Ant.

Come.

Nay, I'll help too.

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;

We shall thrive now.-Seest thou, my good fellow? Go, put on thy defences.

Eros.

Cleo. Is not this buckled well?

Ant.

Briefly, sir.

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

H

More tight at this, than thou: Despatch.-0 love,

That thou could'st see my wars to-day, and knews't The royal occupation! thou should'st see

Enter an Officer, armed.

A workmen 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, ge

neral.

All. 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:
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 Ant. Eros, Officers, and Soldiers. Char. Please you, retire to your chamber?

Cleo.

He

Lead me.

goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæsar might Determine this great war in single fight!

Then, Antony, -But now,-Well, on.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.

ANTONY'S CAMP NEAR ALEXANDRIA.

Trumpets sound. Enter Antony and Eros; a
Soldier meeting them.

Sold. The gods make this a happy day to Antony!

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

prevail'd

To make me fight at land!

Sold.

Had'st 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.

Sold.

Who's gone this morning?

One ever near thee: Call for Enobarbus,

Who?

He shall not hear thee; or from Cæsar's camp

Say, I am none of thine.