The Same. A Room in the Palace. | |
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Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA; CHARMIAN, and Others, attending. | |
| Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros! | |
| Cleo. Sleep a little. | 4 |
| Ant. No, my chuck. Eros, come; mine armour, Eros! | |
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Enter EROS, with armour. | |
| Come, good fellow, put mine iron on: | |
| If Fortune be not ours to-day, it is | 8 |
| Because we brave her. Come. | |
| Cleo. Nay, I’ll help too. | |
| What’s this for? | |
| Ant. Ah! let be, let be; thou art | 12 |
| 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? | 16 |
| Go put on thy defences. | |
| Eros. Briefly, sir. | |
| Cleo. Is not this buckled well? | |
| Ant. Rarely, rarely: | 20 |
| 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! | 24 |
| That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew’st | |
| The royal occupation, thou shouldst see | |
| A workman in ’t. | |
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Enter an armed Soldier. | 28 |
| Good morrow to thee; welcome; | |
| Thou look’st like him that knows a war-like charge: | |
| To business that we love we rise betime, | |
| And go to ’t with delight. | 32 |
| Sold. A thousand, sir, | |
| Early though ’t be, have on their riveted trim, | |
| And at the port expect you. [Shout. Trumpets flourish. | |
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Enter Captains and Soldiers. | 36 |
| Capt. The morn is fair. Good morrow, general. | |
| All. Good morrow, general. | |
| Ant. ’Tis well blown, lads. | |
| This morning, like the spirit of a youth | 40 |
| 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. [Kisses her.] Rebukeable | 44 |
| And worthy shameful check it were, to stand | |
| On more mechanic 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 ANTONY, EROS, Captains, and Soldiers. | 48 |
| Char. Please you, retire to your chamber. | |
| Cleo. Lead me. | |
| He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæsar might | |
| Determine this great war in single fight! | 52 |
| Then, Antony,—but now.—Well, on. [Exeunt. | |