Ant.
He will not fight with me, Domitius.

Eno.
No?

Ant.
Why should he not?

Eno.
He thinks, being twenty times of better Fortune,
He is twenty Men to one.

Ant.
To morrow, Soldier,
By Sea and Land I'll fight: or I will live,
Or bathe my dying Honour in the Blood,
Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well.

Eno.
I'll strike, and cry, take all.

Ant.
Well said, come on:
Call forth my Houshold Servants, let's to Night; Enter Servants.
Be bounteous at our Meal. Give me thy hand,
Thou hast been rightly honest, so hast thou,
And thou, and thou, and thou: you have serv'd me well,
And Kings have been your Fellows.

Cleo.
What means this?

Eno.
'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots
Out of the Mind.

Ant.
And thou art honest too:
I wish I could be made so many Men,
And all of you clapt up together, in
An Antony: that I might do you service,
So good as you have done.

Omnes.
The gods forbid!

Ant.
Well, my good Fellows, wait on me to Night;
Scant not my Cups, and make as much of me
As when mine Empire was your Fellow too,
And suffered my command.

Cleo.
What does he mean?

Eno.
To make his followers weep.

Ant.
Tend me to Night;
May be it is the period of your duty,
Haply you shall not see me more, or if,
A mangled shadow. Perchance to morrow,
You'll serve another Master. I look on you,
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest Friends,
I turn you not away, but like a Master
Married to your good Servive, stay till Death:
Tend me to Night two Hours, I ask no more,
And the gods yield you for't.

Eno.
What mean you, Sir,
To give them this discomfort? Look, you weep,
And I, an Ass, am Onion-ey'd; for shame,
Transform us not to Women.

Ant.
Ho, ho, ho:
Now the Witch take me, if I meant it thus.
Grace grow where those drops fall, my hearty Friends,
You take me in too dolorous a sense;

For I spake to you for your comfort, did desire you
To burn this Night with Torches: know, my Hearts,
I hope well of to morrow, and will lead you,
Where rather I'll expect victorious Life,
Than Death, and Honour. Let's to Supper, come,
And drown consideration. [Exeunt. Enter a Company of Soldiers.

1 Sold.
Brother, good Night: to morrow is the day.

2 Sold.
It will determine one way: Fare you well.
Heard you of nothing strange about the Streets.

1 Sold.
Nothing: what News?

2 Sold.
Belike 'tis but a Rumour, good Night to you.

1 Sold.
Well, Sir, good Night. [They meet with other Soldiers.

2 Sold.
Soldiers, have careful Watch.

1 Sold.
And you: Good Night, good Night. [They place themselves in every corner of the Stage.

2 Sold.
Here we; and if to morrow
Our Navy thrive, I have an absolute hope
Our Landmen will stand up.

1 Sold.
'Tis a brave Army, and full of purpose. [Musick of the Hoboyes is under the Stage.

2 Sold.
Peace, what noise?

1 Sold.
List, list!

2 Sold.
Hark!

1 Sold.
Musick i'th' Air.

3 Sold.
Under the Earth.
It sings well, do's it not?

2 Sold.
No.

1 Sold.
Peace I say: what should this mean?

2 Sold.
'Tis the god Hercules, who loved Antony,
Now leaves him.

1 Sold.
Walk, let's see if other Watchmen
Do hear what we do?

2 Sold.
How now, Masters? [Speak together.

Omnes.
How now? how now? do you hear this?

1 Sold.
Is't not strange?

3 Sold.
Do you hear; Masters? Do you hear?

1 Sold.
Follow the noise so far as we have quarter.
Let's see how it will give off.

Omnes.
Content: 'tis strange. [Exeunt.

Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with others.

Ant.
Eros, mine Armor, Eros.

Cleo.
Sleep a little.

Ant.
No, my Chuck: Eros, come, mine Armour, Eros. Enter Eros.
Come, my good Fellow, put thine Iron on,
If Fortune be not ours to day, it is
Because we brave her. Come.

Cleo.
Nay, I'll help too, Antony.
What's this for? Ah, let be, let be, thou art
The Armorer of my Heart; False, false; This, this,
Sooth-law I'll help: Thus it must be.

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

Eno.
Briefly, Sir.

Cleo.
Is not this buckled well?

Ant.
Rarely, rarely:
He that unbuckles this, 'till we do please
To dof't for our repose, shall hear a Storm.
Thou fumblest Eros, and my Queen's a Squire
More tight at this; Dispatch. 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, Lad.
This morning like the Spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
So, so; Come give me that, what e'er becomes of me,
Fare thee well, Dame, what e'er becomes of me,
This is a Soldier's kiss: rebukeable,

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. Trumpets sound. Enter Antony, and Eros.

Eros.
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.

Eros.
Hadst thou done so,
The Kings that have revolted, and the Soldier
That has this morning left thee, would have still
Followed thy heels.

Ant.
Who's gone this morning?

Eros.
Who? one ever near thee, call for Enobarbus.
He shall not hear thee, or from Cæsar's Camp,
Say I am none of thine.

Ant.
What say'st thou?

Sold.
Sir, he is with Cæsar.

Eros.
Sir, his Chests and Treasure he has not with him.

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, gentle adieus, and greetings:
Say, that I wish he never find more cause
To change a Master. Oh my Fortunes have
Corrupted honest Men. Dispatch, Eros. [Exit.

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