Ant.
Eros, mine armour, Eros.

Cleo.
Sleep a little.

Ant.
No, my chuck. Eros, come. Mine armour, Eros.

Enter Eros.
Come, my good fellow, put ^{8 note}
thine iron on:
If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
Because we brave her. Come.

Cleo.
^{9 note}Nay, I'll help too.

Ant.
What's this for? ah, let be, let be; thou art
The armourer of my heart;—false, false; this, this;—

Cleo.
Sooth-la, I'll help. Thus it must be. [Cleopatra puts the armour on Antony.

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

Eno.
^{1 note}Briefly, Sir.

Cleo.
Is not this buckled well?

Ant.
Rarely, rarely:
He that unbuckles this, till we do please
To doff't for our repose, shall hear a storm.
Thou fumblest, Eros; and my Queen's a squire
More tight at this than thou. Despatch. O love!
That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st
The royal occupation; thou shouldst see
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,
And go to 't with delight.

Sold.
A thousand, Sir,
Early though 't be, have on their rivetted trim,
And at the port expect you. [Shout. Trumpets flourish.

Enter Captains and Soldiers.

Cap.
The morn is fair. Good-morrow, General!

All.
Good-morrow, General!

Ant.
'Tis well blown, lads.
This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
So, so.—Come, give me that—This way—Well said.
Fare thee well, dame, what e'er becomes of me.
This is a soldier's kiss: rebukeable, [Kisses her.
And worthy shameful check it were, to stand
On more mechanick 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.

Char.
Please you retire to your chamber?

Cleo.
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.

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