Ant.
Eros! mine armour, Eros!

Cle.
Sleep a little.

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

Cle.
Nay, I'll help too.14Q1113

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

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

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

Ero.
Briefly, sir.

Cle.
Is not this buckl'd well?

Ant.
O, rarely, rarely:
He that unbuckles this, 'till we do please
To doff't for ^note our repose, shall hear a storm.—
Thou fumbl'st, Eros; and my queen's a squire
More tight at this, than thou ^note: Dispatch.—O love.
That thou could'st see my wars to-day, and knew'st
The royal occupation! thou should'st see Enter an Officer, arm'd.
A workman in't.—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.

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

2. O.
The morn is fair.14Q1114—Good-morrow, general.

all.
Good-morrow, general.

Ant.
'Tis well blown, lads. ^note
This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.—
So, so; come, give me that: ^note this way; well said.—
Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes ^note 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 Eros, Antony, Officers, and Soldiers.

Cha.
Please you, retire to your chamber.

Cle.
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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