Ant.
We have beat him to his camp;—Run one before,
And let the queen know of our gests ^note:—To-morrow,
Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all;
For doughty-handed are you; and have fought,
Not as you serv'd the cause, but as 't had been
Each man's like mine; you have all shewn you Hectors.
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 whole.—Give me thy hand; [to Sca. Enter Cleopatra, attended.
To this great fairy14Q1118 I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee.—O thou day o' the world,
Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness to my heart, and ^note there
Ride on the pants triúmphing.

Cle.
Lord of lords,
O infinite virtue, com'st thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught?

Ant.
My nightingale ^note,
We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? though grey
Do something mingle with our brown ^note; yet have we
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 in such a shape.

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

Ant.
He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncl'd
Like holy Phœbus' car.—Give me thy hand;—
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
Bear our hackt targets like the men that owe them:
Had our great palace the capacity
To camp this 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 our rattling tabourines;
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
Applauding our approach. [Flourish. Exeunt.

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