&blquo;Ant.
&blquo;Eros! mine armour, Eros!

&blquo;Cle.
&blquo;Sleep a little.

&blquo;Ant.
&blquo;No, my chuck.—Eros, come; mine armour, Eros! &blquo;Enter Eros with armour.
&blquo;Come, my good fellow, put thine iron on:—
&blquo;If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
&blquo;Because we brave her.—Come. [Eros arms him.

&blquo;Cle.
&blquo;Nay, I'll help too.

&blquo;Ant.
&blquo;What's this for? Ah, let be, let be! thou art
&blquo;The armourer of my heart: False, false; this, this.

&blquo;Cle.
&blquo;Sooth, la, I'll help: Thus it must be.

&blquo;Ant.
&blquo;Well, well;
&blquo;We shall thrive now.—Seest thou, my good fellow?
&blquo;Go, put on thy defences.

&blquo;Eros.
&blquo;Briefly, sir.

&blquo;Cle.
&blquo;Is not this buckl'd well?

&blquo;Ant.
&blquo;O, rarely, rarely:
&blquo;He that unbuckles this, 'till we do please
&blquo;To doff't for our repose, shall hear a storm.—
&blquo;Thou fumbl'st, Eros; and my queen's a squire

&blquo;More tight at this, than thou: Dispatch.—O love,
&blquo;That thou could'st see my wars to-day, and knew'st
&blquo;The royal occupation! thou should'st see &blquo;Enter an Officer armed.
&blquo;A workman in't. Good-morrow to thee; welcome;
&blquo;Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge:
&blquo;To business that we love we rise betime,
&blquo;And go to't with delight.

&blquo;1. O.
&blquo;A thousand, sir,
&blquo;Early though 't be, have on their rivetted trim,
&blquo;And at the port expect you. [Shout within. Trumpets. &blquo;Enter other Officers, Soldiers, &c.

&blquo;2. O.
&blquo;The morn is fair.—Good-morrow, general.

&blquo;All.
&blquo;Good morrow, general.

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

&blquo;Cha.
&blquo;Please you, retire to your chamber.

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

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