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To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
I and my sword will earn our chronicle ;3
There is hope in it yet.

That's my brave lord !
Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd,
And fight maliciously : for when mine hours
Were nice and lucky, men did ransome lives
Of me for jests; but now, I'll set my teeth,
And send to darkness all that stop me.-Come,
Let's have one other gaudy night:' call to me
All my sad captains, fill our bowls ; once more
Let's mock the midnight bell.

It is my birth-day: I had thought, to have held it poor; but, since my

Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.

Ant. We'll yet do well.
Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord.
Ant. Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night

l'll force The wine peep through their scars.-Come on, my

queen; There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight,


· I and my sword will earn our chronicle;] I and my sword will do such acts as shall deserve to be recorded. * Were nice and lucky,] Nice is trifling.

gaudy night:) This is still an epithet bestowed on feast days in the colleges of either university. "Gawdy, or Grand days in the Inns of court, are four in the year, Ascension day, Midsummer day, All-saints day, and Candlemas day. “ The etymology of the word,” says Blount, in his Dictionary, "may be taken from Judge Gawdy, who (as some affirm) was the first institutor of those days; or rather from gaudium, because (to say truth) they are days of joy, as bringing good cheer to the hungry students. In colleges they are most commonly called Gawdy, in inns of court Grand days, and in some other places they are called Collar days." Days of good cheer, in some of the foreign universities, are called Gaudeamus days.

I'll make death love me; for I will contend
Even with his pestilent scythe.

[Exeunt Antony, CLEOPATRA, and Attendants. Eño. Now he'll out-stare the lightning. To be

furious, Is, to be frighted out of fear: and in that mood, The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still, , A diminution in our captain's brain Restores his heart: When valour preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek Some way to leave him.




SCENE I. Cæsar's Camp at Alexandria.

Enter CÆSAR, reading a Letter; AGRIPPA, Me

CÆNAS, and Others.
Cæs. He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power
To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger
He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal

Cæsar to Antony: Let the old ruffian know,
I have many other ways to die; mean time,
Laugh at his challenge.

Cæsar must think,
When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Make boot of his distraction: Never anger
Made good guard for itself.

Let our best heads
Know, that to-morrow the last of many


Make boot of -) Take advantage of.

We mean to fight:—Within our files there are
Of those that serv'd Mark Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it be done ;
And feast the army: we have store to do't,
And they have earn’d the waste. Poor Antony!



Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.


MIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and Others. Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius.

. Eno.

No. Ant. Why should he not? Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better

fortune, He is twenty men to one. Ant.

To-morrow, soldier,
By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live,
Or bathe my dying honour in the blood
Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well?

Eno. I'll strike; and cry, Take all.?

Well said; come on.Call forth my household servants; let's to-night

Enter Servants. Be bounteous at our meal.-Give me thy hand, Thou hast been rightly honest;—so hast thou;And thou,—and thou,—and thou:-you have servid

me well, And kings have been your fellows. Cleo.

What means this?


Take all.] Let the survivor take all. No composition, victory or death.


Eno. 'Tis one of those odd tricks, which sorrow shoots

[ Aside. Out of the mind. Ant.

And thou art honest too.
I wish, I could be made so many men;
And all of you clapp'd up together in
An Antony; that I might do you service,
So good as you have done.

The gods forbid!
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 suffer'd my command.

What does he mean? Eno. To make his followers weep. Ant.

Tend me to-night; May be, it is the period of

your duty:
Haply, you shall not see me more; or if,
A mangled shadow:: perchance, to-morrow
You'll serve another master.

I look on you,
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
I turn you not away; but, like a master
Married to your good service, stay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the gods yield you fort !

What mean you, sir, To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep; And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd;" for shame, Transform us not to women. Ant.

Ho, ho, ho !

or if, A mangled shadow:] Or if you see me more, you will see me a mangled shadow, only the external form of what I was. 9 And the gods yield you for't!] i. e. reward you.

onion-ey'd;] I have my eyes as full of tears as if they had been fretted by onions.

? Ant. Ho, ho, ho !] i. e, stop, or desist. Antony desires his followers to cease weeping.


Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus !
Grace grow where those drops fall! My hearty friends,
You take me in too dolorous a sense:
I spake to you for your comfort: did desire you
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.



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? 2 Sold.

Belike, 'tis but a rumour: Good night to you. 1 Sold.

Well, sir, good night.

Enter Two other Soldiers. 2 Sold.

Soldiers, Have careful watch. 3 Sold. And


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. 4 Sold.

Peace, what noise? VOL. VIII.

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