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Lie graveless, till the flies and gnats of Nile
Ant. I am satisfied.
Caesar sits down in Alexandria, where
Cleo. That's my brave lord!
Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd, And fight maliciously: for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now, Til set my teeth, And send to darkness all that stop me. — Come, Let's have one other gaudy night. — Call to me All my sad captains: fill our bowls; once more Let's mock the midnight bell.
Cleo. It is my birthday:
I had thought to have held it poor; but since my lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
Ant. We will yet do well.
Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord.
Ant. Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night
\_Exeunt Antony, Cleopatha, and Attendants. Eno. Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious, Is, to be frighted out of fear; and in that mood The clove will peck the estridge: and I see still, A diminution in our captain's brain Restores his heart. When valour preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek Some way to leave him. \_Exit.
Scene I. — Caesar's Camp at Alexandria.
Enter Caesar, reading a letter; Aghippa, Mec^enas, and Others.
~E calls me boy, and chides, as he had power
Mec. Caesar must think,
When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
Cces. Let our best heads
Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles
Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
Enter Antony, Ceeopatba, Enobabjbus, Chahmian, Iras, Alexas, and Others.
Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius.
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,
Eno. I'll strike; and cry, 4 Take all.'
Ant. Well said; come on. —
Call forth my household servants: let's to-night
Be bounteous at our meal. — Give me thy hand, Thou hast been rightly honest; — so hast thou ; — Thou, — and thou, -— and thou : — you have serv'd me
well, And kings have been your fellows.
Cleo. What means this?
Eno. 5Tis 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,
Serv. 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 suffer'd 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:
Eno. What mean you, sir9
To give them this discomfort? Look, they 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.
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, #2
Where rather I'll expect victorious life,
Than death and honour. Let's to supper; come,
And drown consideration. [Exeunt,
Enter two Soldiers, to their guard.
1 Sold. Brother, good night: to-morrow is the
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
1 Sold. Well, sir, good night.
Enter two other Soldiers.
2 Sold. Soldiers, have careful watch.
3 Sold. And you. Good night, good night.
[The first two place themselves at their posts.
4 Sold. Here we: [they take their posts.'] and if
to-morrow Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope Our landmen will stand up.
3 Sold. 'Tis a brave army, And full of purpose.
[Music of hautboys under the stage.
4 Sold. Peace! what noise!
1 Sold. List, list!
2 Sold. Hark!
1 Sold. Music i' th' air.
3 Sold. Under the earth.