Cleo.

That's my brave lord!

Ant. I will be treble-finew'd, hearted, breath'd,
And fight maliciously: for when mine hours
Were nice and lucky, men did ranfom lives
Of me for jests; but now, I'll fet my teeth,
And fend to darkness all that stop me.-Come,
Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me
All my fad captains, fill our bowls; once more
Let's mock the midnight bell.

Cleo.

It is my birth-day:

I had thought, to have held it poor; but, fince my lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.

Ant. We'll yet do well.

Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord.

Ant. Do fo, we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll force The wine peep through their scars.-Come on, my queen; There's fap in't yet. The next time I do fight, I'll make death love me; for I will contend

Even with his peftilent scythe.

[Exeunt ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and Attendants.
Eno. Now he'll out-stare the lightning. To be furious,
Is, to be frighted out of fear: and in that mood,
The dove will peck the eftridge; and I fee still,
A diminution in our captain's brain

Restores his heart: When valour preys on reason,
It eats the fword it fights with. I will seek
Some way to leave him.

[Exit.

ACT

ACT IV. SCENE I.

Cæfar's Camp at Alexandria.

Enter CESAR, reading a letter; AGRIPPA, MECÆNAS, and Others.

Caf. He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power To beat me out of Egypt: my meffenger

He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat, Cæfar to Antony: Let the old ruffian know,

I have many other ways to die

Laugh at his challenge.

Mec.

; mean time,

Cæfar muft think,

When one fo great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Make boot of his distraction: Never anger

Made good guard for itself.

Let our best heads

Caf.
Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles
We mean to fight :-Within our files there are
Of those that serv'd Mark Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it be done;
And feaft the army: we have store to do't,

And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony!

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE II.

Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.

Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and Others.

Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius.

Eno.

Ant. Why should he not?

No

Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, He is twenty men to one.

Ant.

To-morrow, foldier,

By fea and land I'll fight: or I will live,

Or bathe my dying honour in the blood

Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well?
Eno. I'll ftrike; and cry, Take all.

Well faid; come on.

Ant.
Call forth my household fervants; let's to-night

Enter Servants.

Be bounteous at our meal.-Give me thy hand,
Thou haft been rightly honeft ;-so hast thou ;-

And thou,-and thou,-and thou :-you have ferv'd me

well,

And kings have been your fellows.

Cleo.

What means this?

Eno. 'Tis one of thofe odd tricks, which sorrow shoots

Out of the mind.

Ant.

And thou art honeft too. I wish, I could be made so many men ;

[Afide.

And all of you clapp'd up together in

An Antony; that I might do you fervice,
So good as you have done.

Serv.

The gods forbid !

Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night:
Scant not my cups; and make as much of me,
As when mine empire was your fellow too,

And suffer'd my command.

Cleo.

What does he mean?

Eno. To make his followers weep.
Ant.

Tend me to-night;

May be, it is the period of your duty :
Haply, you shall not see me more; or if,
A mangled shadow: perchance, to-morrow
You'll ferve another mafter. I look on you,
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
I turn you not away; but, like a master
Married to your good service, stay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the gods yield you for't!

Eno.

What mean you, fir, To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep; And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd; for shame,

Transform us not to women.

Ant.

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:

I spake to you for your comfort: did defire 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 fupper; come,
And drown confideration.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE III.

The fame. Before the Palace.

Enter two Soldiers, to their guard.

1 Sold. Brother, good night: to-morrow is the day. 2 Sold. It will determine one way: fare you well. Heard you of nothing strange about the streets?

1 Sold. Nothing: What news?

2 Sold.

Belike, 'tis but a rumour:

Well, fir, good night.

Enter two other Soldiers.

Soldiers,

3 Sold.

And full of purpose.

4 Sold.

Have careful watch.

3 Sold.

And

you: Good night, good night. [The first two place themselves at their pofts.

4 Sold. Here we: [They take their pofts.] and if to-mor

row

Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope

Our landmen will stand up.

'Tis a brave army,

[Mufick of bautboys under the flage.

Peace, what noise?

1 Sold.

Lift, lift!

2 Sold. Hark!

1 Sold. Mufick i' the air.

3 Sold.

Under the earth.

4 Sold.

Does't it not?