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Ant.

I will reward thee

Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.

Scar.

I'll halt after. [Exeunt.

SCENE VIII.

Under the walls of Alexandria.

Alurum. Enter ANTONY, marching; SCARUS, and Forces.

Ant. We have beat him to his camp. Run one

before,

And let the queen know of our guests.-To-morrow,
Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all;
For doughty-handed are you; and have fought
Not as you serv'd the cause, but as it had been
Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors.
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honour'd gashes whole.-Give me thy hand;
[To Scarus.

Enter CLEOPATRA, attended.

47 To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,

Make her thanks bless thee.-O thou day o' the

world,

Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,

Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.

Cleo.

Lord of lords!

O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from

The world's great snare uncaught?

Ant.

We have beat them to their beds.

though grey

My nightingale,
What, girl?

Do something mingle with our brown; yet have we
A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can

Get goal for goal of youth 48. Behold this man ;
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

Destroy'd in such a shape.

Cleo.

I'll give thee, friend,

An armour all of gold; it was a king's.

Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled Like holy Phœbus' car.-Give me thy hand;Through Alexandria make a jolly march;

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Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them:
Had our great palace the capacity

To camp this host, we all would sup together;
And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
Which promises royal peril.-Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with our rattling tabourines;

That heaven and earth may strike their sounds to

gether,

Applauding our approach.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE XI.

Cæsar's Camp.

Sentinels on their post.

Enter ENOBARBUS.

1 Sold. If we be not reliev'd 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.

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Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,

When men revolted shall upon record

Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did

Before thy face repent!

1 Sold.

3 Sold.

Hark further.

Enobarbus!

Peace;

Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night dispunge upon me;
That life, a very rebel to my will,

May hang no longer on me: 49 Throw my heart
Against the flint and hardness of my fault;

Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,
And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,

Nobler than my revolt is infamous,

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