Ant.
We have ^note beat him to his camp: run one before,
And let the queen know of our gests ^note. To-morrow, ^note
Before the sun shall see's ^note, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escaped. I thank you all;
For doughty-handed are you, and have fought
Not as you served the cause ^note, but as't had been
Each man's like mine; you have shown all ^note Hectors. ^note
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds and kiss
The honour'd gashes ^note whole. [To Scarus ^note] Give me thy hand; ^note Enter ^note Cleopatra, attended.
To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day ^note o' the world,
Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness to my heart ^note, and there

Ride on the pants ^note triumphing!

Cleo.
Lord of lords!
O infinite virtue, comest thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught? ^note

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

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

Ant.
He has deserved it, were it carbuncled
Like holy ^note Phœbus' car. Give me thy hand:
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them:
Had our great palace the capacity
To camp this ^note host, we all would sup together
And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with ^note our rattling tabourines;
That heaven and earth make strike their sounds together,
Applauding our approach. [Exeunt. ^note

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