He's twenty men to one.

Ant. To-morrow, foldier,

By fea 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 ftrike, and cry, "take all."

Ant. Well faid, come on:

Call forth my houshold fervants, let's to-night
Enter Servants.

Be bounteous at our meal.

Give me thy hand,

Thou haft been rightly honeft; so hast thou,

And thou, and thou, and thou: you've ferv'd me well, And Kings have been your fellows.

Cleo. What means this?

Eno. 'Tis one of those odd tricks, which forrow shoots Out of the mind.

Ant. And thou art honeft too :

I with, I could be made fo many men;
And all of you clapt up together in

An Antony; that I might do you fervice,
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 my Empire was your fellow too,

And fuffer'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;
Haply, you fhall not fee me more; or if,-
A mangled fhadow. It may chance, to-morrow
You'll ferve another mafter. 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 fervice, 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

To give them this difcomfort? look, they weep.
And I, an afs, am onion-ey'd; for fhame,
Transform us not to women.

Ant. Ho, ho, ho!

Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus!

Grace grow, where thofe drops fall! my hearty friends,
You take me in too dolorous a fense;

I fpake t' you for your comfort, did defire 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 fupper, come,
And drown confideration.

[Exeunt. SCENE, a Court of Guard before the Palace. Enter a company of Soldiers.

1 Sold.

Rother, 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.

Sold, And you, good-night, good-night.

[They place themfelves on every corner of the stage. 2 Sold. Here, we; and if to-morrow

Our navy thrive, I have an abfolute hope

Our landmen will stand up.

1 Sold. 'Tis a brave army, and full of purpose.

[Mufick of the hautboys is under the ftage.

z Sold. Peace, what noife?

1 Sold. Lift, lift!

2 Sold. Hark!

1 Sold. Mufick i'th' air.

3 Sold. Under the earth.It fignes well, does it not? 2 Sold. No.

* Sold.

1 Sold. Peace, I fay: what fhould this mean? 2 Sold. 'Tis the God Hercules, who loved Antony, Now leaves him.

I Sold. Walk, let's fee if other watchmen Do hear what we do.

2 Sold. How now mafters ?

[Speak together.

Omnes. How now, how now, do you hear this? 1 Sold. Is't not strange?

3 Sold. Do you hear, mafters ? do you hear? 1 Sold. Follow the noise fo far as we have quarter, Let's fee how 'twill give off.

Omnes. Content: 'tis ftrange.

Ant.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Cleopatra's Palace.

Enter Antony and Cleopatra, with others.

E

Cleo. Sleep a little.

Bros.

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
Come.

Because we brave her.

Cleo. Nay, I'll help too, Antony.

What's this for? ah, let be, let be; thou art
The armourer of my heart;-falfe, falfe; this, this
Sooth-la, I'll help: thus it must be..

Ant. Well, well, we fhall thrive, now;

Seeft 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 doff't for our repofe, fhall hear a storm.

Thou fumbleft, Eros; and my Queen's a fquire More tight at this than thou; difpatch. O love! That thou couldft fee my wars to-day, and knew'st The royal occupation; thou shouldst fee...

A workman in't.

Enter

Enter an armed Soldier.

Good-morow to thee, welcome;

Thou look'ft like him, that knows a warlike charge: To bufinefs that we love we rise betime,

And go to't with delight.

Sold. A thoufand, 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, lads.

This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
So, fo; come, give me that, this way-well faid:
Fare thee well, dame, what e'er becomes of me,
This is a foldier's kifs: rebukeable,

And worthy fhameful cheek it were, to ftand
On more mechanick compliment: I'll leave thee
Now, like a man of fteel. You, that will fight,
Follow me close, I'll bring you to't: adieu. [Exeunt.
Char. Pleafe you to retire to your chamber?
Cleo. Lead me:

He goes forth gallantly: That he and Cafar might
Determine this great war in fingle fight!
Then, Antony-but now,-well, on.

SCENE changes to a Camp.

[Exeunt.

Trumpets found. Enter Antony, and Eros; a Soldier

meeting them.

1

A

HE Gods make this a happy day to

Sold. (27)'
(27) TH

Antony!

Ant.'Would, thou and thofe thy fears had once prevail'd

To

(27) Eros. The Gods make this a happy Day to Anteny!] 'Tis evident, as Dr. Thirlby likewife conjectured, by what Antony imme

diately

To make me fight at land!

Eros. Hadft thou done fo,

The Kings, that have revolted, and the Soldier,
That has this morning left thee, would have ftill
Follow'd thy heels.

Ant. Who's gone this morning?

Eros Who?

One ever near thee,

Call for Enobarbus,

He shall not hear thee; or from Cafar's camp
Say, "I am none of thine."

Ant. What fay'ft thou?

Sald. Sir,

He is with Cafar.

Eros. Sir, his chefts and treasure

He has not with him.

Ant. Is he gone?

Sold. Moft certain.

Ant. Go, Eros, fend his treasure after, do it,
Detain no jot, I charge thee: write to him,
I will fubfcribe gentle adieus, and greetings:
Say, that I wish he never find more caufe
To change a master. Oh, my fortunes have
Corrupted honeft men! dispatch, my Eros.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Cæfar's Camp.

Enter Cæfar, Agrippa, with Enobarbus, and Dolabella.

Caf· G

O forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:

J Our will is, Antony be took alive:

Make it fo known.

Agr. Cæfar, I fhall,

Caf. The time of univerfal peace is near;

Prove this a profp'rous day, the three-nook'd world Shall bear the olive freely.

diately replies, that this Line fhould not be placed to Eros, but to the Soldier, who, before the Battle of Actium, advised Antony to try his Fate at Land,

Enter