Ant.
We have beat him to his camp; Run one before,
And let the queen know of our guests^{4 note}
.—To-morrow,
Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood

That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all;
For doughty-handed are you; and have fought
Not as you serv'd the cause, but as it had been
Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors.
Enter the city, clip your wives^{4 note}, your friends,
Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honour'd gashes whole.—Give me thy hand; [To Scarus. Enter Cleopatra, attended.
To this great fairy^{5 note}

Cleo.
Lord of lords!
O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from
The world's great snare^{8 note}

Ant.
My nightingale,
We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? though grey
Do something mingle with our younger brown^{9 note}; yet have we
A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
Get goal for goal of youth^{1 note}. Behold this man;
Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand;—
Kiss it, my warrior:—He hath fought to-day,
As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Destroy'd in such a shape.

Cleo.
I'll give thee, friend,
An armour all of gold; it was a king's^{2 note}.

Ant.
He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phœbus' car.—Give me thy hand;

Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them^{3 note}