First Sold. Nothing. What news ?
Sec. Sold. Belike 'tis but a rumour. Good night

to you.
First Sold. Well, sir, good night.

Enter two other Soldiers. Sec. Sold. Soldiers, have careful watch. Third Sold. And you. Good night, good night. [They place themselves in every corner of

the stage. Fourth Sold. Here we: and if to-morrow Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope 10 Our landmen will stand up. Third Sold.

'Tis a brave army, And full of purpose.

[Music of the hautboys as under the stage. Fourth Sold. Peace! what noise? First Sold.

List, list!
Sec. Sold. Hark!
First Sold. Music i’ the air.
Third Sold.

Under the earth. Fourth Sold. It signs* well, does it not ? *Bodes. Third Sold.

No. First Sold.

Peace, I say! What should this mean? Sec. Sold. 'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony

loved, Now leaves him.

First Sold. Walk; let's see if other watchmen Do hear what we do.

[They advance to another post. Sec. Sold, How now, masters! All.

[Speaking together] How now! How now! do you hear this? First Sold.

Ay; is't not strange? 20 Third Sold. Do you hear, masters ? do you

hear? First Sold. Follow the noise so far as we have

quarter; Let's see how it will give off. All.

Content. 'Tis strange. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. The same. A room in the palace. 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, Eros!

Enter EROS with armour.
Come, good fellow, put mine iron on:
If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
Because we brave her: come.
Cleo.

Nay, I'll help too.
What's this for ?
Ant.

Ah, let be, let be! thou art
The armourer of my heart: false, false; this, this.

Cleo. Sooth, la, l'll help: thus it must be.
Ant.

Well, well:
We shall thrive now. Seest thou, my good fellow ?
Go put on thy defences.
Eros.

Briefly, sir. Cleo. Is not this buckled well?

Rarely, rarely: He that unbuckles this, till we do please To daff’t for our repose, shall hear a storm. Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire More tight* at this than thou: dispatch. O love, That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st The royal occupation! thou shouldst see *Nimble. A workman in 't.

Enter an armed Soldier.

Good morrow to thee; welcome: Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge: To business that we love we rise betime, 20 And go to 't with delight. Sold.

A thousand, sir, Early though 't be, have on their riveted trim, And at the port expect you.

[Shout. Trumpets flourish. Enter Captains and Soldiers. Capt. The morn is fair. Good morrow, general.

ΤΟ

Cleo.

All. Good morrow, general.
Ant.

'Tis well blown, lads:
This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That ineans to be of note, begins betimes.
So, so; come, give me that: this way; well said.
Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me:
This is a soldier's kiss: rebukeable [Kisses her.
And worthy shameful check it were, to stand 31
On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee
Now, like a man of steel. You that will fight,
Follow me close; I'll bring you to't. Adieu.
[Exeunt Antony, Eros, Captains, and

Soldiers. Char. Please you, retire to your chamber.

Lead me. He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæsar might Determine this great war in single fight! Then, Antony,-but now—Well, on. [Exeunt.

SCENE V. Alexandria. Antony's camp. 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.

Hadst 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.

Who's gone 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.
Eros.

Sir, his chests and treasure 10
He has not with him.
Ant.

Is he gone?

Sold.

Most certain. Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it; Detain no jot, ļ charge thee: write to himI will subscribe-gentle adieus and greetings; Say that I wish he never find more cause To change a master. O, my fortunes have Corrupted honest men ! Dispatch.-Enobarbus!

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI. Alexandria. Cæsar's camp. Flourish. Enter CÆSAR, AGRIPPA, with ENOBAR

BUS, and others. Cæs. Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight: Our will is Antony be took alive; Make it so known. Agr. Cæsar, I shall.

[Exit. Cæs. The time of universal peace is near: Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd

world Shall bear the olive freely.

Enter a Messenger.
Mess.

Antony
Is come into the field.
Cæs.

Go charge Agrippa
Plant those that have revolted in the van,
That Antony may seem to spend his fury
Upon himself. [Exeunt all but Enobarbus.

Eno, Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry on Affairs of Antony; there did persuade Great Herod to incline himself to Cæsar, And leave his master Antony: for this pains Cæsar hath hang'd him. Canidius and the rest That fell away have entertainment, but No honourable trust. I have done ill; Of which I do accuse myself so sorely, That I will joy no more.

Enter a Soldier of CÆSAR'S. Sold.

Enobarbus, Antony 20 Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with His bounty overplus: the messenger

Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now
Unloading of his mules.
Eno.

I give it you.
Sold. Mock not, Enobarbus.
I tell you true: best you safed* the bringer
Out of the host; I must attend mine office,
Or would have done 't myself. Your emperor
Continues still a Jove.

*Made safe. [Exit. Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth, 30 And feel I am so most. O Antony, Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid My better service, when my turpitude Thou dost so crown with gold ! This blows* my heart:

*Swells. If swift thoughtf break it not, a swifter mean Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do 't, I feel.

Anxiety. I fight against thee! No: I will go seek Some ditch wherein to die; the foul'st best fits My latter part of life.

[Exit.

SCENE VII. Field of battle between the camps. Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA

and others. Agr. Retire, we have engaged ourselves too

far: Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression Exceeds what we expected.

[Exeunt. Alarums. Enter ANTONY, and SCARUS

wounded. Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought in

deed! Had we done so at first, we had droven them home With clouts about their heads. Ant.

Thou bleed'st apace. Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T, But now 'tis made an H. Ant.

They do retire. Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes: I have

yet Room for six scotches* more.

*Cuts. 10