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ANTONY. Ho, ho, ho! |
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; |
For 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. Exeunt |
ACT_4|SC_3 |
SCENE III. |
Alexandria. Before CLEOPATRA's palace |
Enter a company of soldiers |
FIRST SOLDIER. Brother, good night. To-morrow is the day. |
SECOND SOLDIER. It will determine one way. Fare you well. |
Heard you of nothing strange about the streets? |
FIRST SOLDIER. Nothing. What news? |
SECOND SOLDIER. Belike 'tis but a rumour. Good night to you. |
FIRST SOLDIER. Well, sir, good night. |
[They meet other soldiers] |
SECOND SOLDIER. Soldiers, have careful watch. |
FIRST SOLDIER. And you. Good night, good night. |
[The two companies separate and place themselves |
in every corner of the stage] |
SECOND SOLDIER. Here we. And if to-morrow |
Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope |
Our landmen will stand up. |
THIRD SOLDIER. 'Tis a brave army, |
And full of purpose. |
[Music of the hautboys is under the stage] |
SECOND SOLDIER. Peace, what noise? |
THIRD SOLDIER. List, list! |
SECOND SOLDIER. Hark! |
THIRD SOLDIER. Music i' th' air. |
FOURTH SOLDIER. Under the earth. |
THIRD SOLDIER. It signs well, does it not? |
FOURTH SOLDIER. No. |
THIRD SOLDIER. Peace, I say! |
What should this mean? |
SECOND SOLDIER. 'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony lov'd, |
Now leaves him. |
THIRD SOLDIER. Walk; let's see if other watchmen |
Do hear what we do. |
SECOND SOLDIER. How now, masters! |
SOLDIERS. [Speaking together] How now! |
How now! Do you hear this? |
FIRST SOLDIER. Ay; is't not strange? |
THIRD SOLDIER. Do you hear, masters? Do you hear? |
FIRST SOLDIER. Follow the noise so far as we have quarter; |
Let's see how it will give off. |
SOLDIERS. Content. 'Tis strange. Exeunt |
ACT_4|SC_4 |
SCENE IV. |
Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace |
Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, |
with others |
ANTONY. Eros! mine armour, Eros! |
CLEOPATRA. Sleep a little. |
ANTONY. No, my chuck. Eros! Come, mine armour, Eros! |
Enter EROS with armour |
Come, good fellow, put mine iron on. |
If fortune be not ours to-day, it is |
Because we brave her. Come. |
CLEOPATRA. Nay, I'll help too. |
What's this for? |
ANTONY. Ah, let be, let be! Thou art |
The armourer of my heart. False, false; this, this. |
CLEOPATRA. Sooth, la, I'll help. Thus it must be. |
ANTONY. Well, well; |
We shall thrive now. Seest thou, my good fellow? |
Go put on thy defences. |
EROS. Briefly, sir. |
CLEOPATRA. Is not this buckled well? |
ANTONY. Rarely, rarely! |
He that unbuckles this, till we do please |
To daff't for our repose, shall hear a storm. |
Thou fumblest, Eros, and my queen's a squire |
More tight at this than thou. Dispatch. O love, |
That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st |
The royal occupation! Thou shouldst see |
A workman in't. |
Enter an armed SOLDIER |
Good-morrow to thee. Welcome. |
Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge. |
To business that we love we rise betime, |
And go to't with delight. |
SOLDIER. A thousand, sir, |
Early though't be, have on their riveted trim, |
And at the port expect you. |
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