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