Sold. ^note
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. ^note
Hadst thou done so,
The kings that have revolted and the soldier
That has this morning left thee would have still
Follow'd ^note thy heels.

Ant.
Who's gone this morning?

Sold. ^note
Who!
One ever near thee: call for Enobarbus, ^note

He shall not hear thee, or from Cæsar's camp
Say ‘I am none of thine.’

Ant.
What say'st ^note thou?

Sold.
Sir,
He is with Cæsar.

Eros.
Sir, his chests and treasure
He has not with him. ^note

Ant.
Is he gone?

Sold.
Most certain.

Ant.
Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it;
Detain no jot, I charge thee: write to him—
I will subscribe ^note—gentle ^note 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! ^note [Exeunt. ^{note note}

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