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2 Sold. How now, masters?
How now? How now? do you hear this?
[Several speaking together. 1 Sold.
Ay ; Is't not strange? 3 Sold. Do you hear, masters ? do you hear ?
1 Sold. Follow the noise so far as we have quarter; Let's see how't will give off. Sold. [Several speaking.] Content: 'Tis strange.
Enter ANTONY, and CLEOPATRA ; CHARMIAN,
and Others, attending. Ant. Eros ! mine armour, Eros ! Cleo.
Sleep a little. Ant. No, my chuck.--Eros, come; mine armour,
Enter Eros, with Armour.
Come, my good fellow, put thine iron on :-
Nay, I'll help too.
Ah, let be, let be! thou art
Cleo. „Sooth, la, l'll help : Thus it must be.
Well, well; We shall thrive now. See'st thou, my good fellow?
Go, put on thy defences.
Enter an Officer, armed.
A thousand, sir,
[Shout. Trumpets. Flourish.
'Tis well blown, lads.
I Put off.
3 Riveted dress, armour.
And worthy shameful check it were, to stand
[Exeunt ANTONY, EROS, Officers, and
Antony's Camp near Alexandria.
Trumpets sound. Enter ANTONY and Eros; a
Soldier meeting them. Sold. The gods make this a happy day to Antony! Ant. 'Would, thou and those thy scars had once
prevail'd To make me fight at land ! Sold.
Had'st thou done so, The kings that have revolted, and the soldier That has this morning left thee, would have still Follow'd thy heels. Ant.
this morning ? Sold.
Who? One ever near thee : Call for Enobarbus, He shall not hear thee; or from Cæsar's camp Say, I am none of thine. Ant.
What say'st thou ? Sold.
He is with Cæsar.
Sir, his chests and treasure
Is he gone?
Most certain. Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after ; do it; Detain no jot, I charge thee : write to him (I will subscribe) gentle adieus, and greetings: Say, that I wish he never find more cause To change a master.-0, my fortunes have Corrupted honest men :-Eros, despatch. [Exeunt.
Cæsar's Camp before Alexandria,
BUS, and Others.
Enter a Messenger.
Go, charge Agrippa
[Exeunt CÆJAR and his Train
Eno. Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry,
Enter a Soldier of Cæsar's.
Eno. I give it you.
Mock me not, Enobarbus.
[Erit Soldier Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth, And feel I am so most. O Antony, Thou mine of bounty, how would'st thou have paid My better service, when my turpitude Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows 4 my
heart : If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean Shall outstrike thought : but thought will do't, I feel. I fight against thee!-No: I will go seek