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The Tragedy Of Antony And Cleopatra

  1. 1 Alarum. Enter Antony again in a march; Scarus with others.
  2. 2 ANTONY.
  3. 3 We have beat him to his camp. Run one before
  4. 4 And let the Queen know of our gests.
  5. 5 Tomorrow,
  6. 6 Before the sun shall see’s, we’ll spill the blood
  7. 7 That has today escaped. I thank you all,
  8. 8 For doughty-handed are you, and have fought
  9. 9 Not as you served the cause, but as’t had been
  10. 10 Each man’s like mine. You have shown all Hectors.
  11. 11 Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
  12. 12 Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
  13. 13 Wash the congealment from your wounds and kiss
  14. 14 The honoured gashes whole.
  15. 15 Enter Cleopatra.
  16. 16 [_To Scarus_.] Give me thy hand.
  17. 17 To this great fairy I’ll commend thy acts,
  18. 18 Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day o’ th’ world,
  19. 19 Chain mine armed neck. Leap thou, attire and all,
  20. 20 Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
  21. 21 Ride on the pants triumphing.
  22. 22 CLEOPATRA.
  23. 23 Lord of lords!
  24. 24 O infinite virtue, com’st thou smiling from
  25. 25 The world’s great snare uncaught?
  26. 26 ANTONY.
  27. 27 Mine nightingale,
  28. 28 We have beat them to their beds. What, girl! Though grey
  29. 29 Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha’ we
  30. 30 A brain that nourishes our nerves and can
  31. 31 Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man.
  32. 32 Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand.—
  33. 33 Kiss it, my warrior. He hath fought today
  34. 34 As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
  35. 35 Destroyed in such a shape.
  36. 36 CLEOPATRA.
  37. 37 I’ll give thee, friend,
  38. 38 An armour all of gold. It was a king’s.
  39. 39 ANTONY.
  40. 40 He has deserved it, were it carbuncled
  41. 41 Like holy Phœbus’ car. Give me thy hand.
  42. 42 Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
  43. 43 Bear our hacked targets like the men that owe them.
  44. 44 Had our great palace the capacity
  45. 45 To camp this host, we all would sup together
  46. 46 And drink carouses to the next day’s fate,
  47. 47 Which promises royal peril.—Trumpeters,
  48. 48 With brazen din blast you the city’s ear;
  49. 49 Make mingle with our rattling tabourines,
  50. 50 That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
  51. 51 Applauding our approach.
  52. 52 [_Exeunt._]