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Act IV. Scene VIII.

Scene VIII.—Under the Walls of Alexandria.

Alarum. Enter ANTONY, marching; SCARUS,
and Forces.

Ant. We have beat him to his camp; run
one before
And let the queen know of our gests. To-
Before the sun shall see's, 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 shown all
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and
The honour'd gashes whole. [To SCARUS.] Give
me thy hand:

Enter CLEOPATRA, attended.
To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day o' the
Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and
Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.
Cleo. Lord of lords!
O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught?
Ant. My nightingale,
We have beat them to their beds. What, girl!
though grey
Do something mingle with our younger brown,
yet ha' we
A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man;
Commend unto his lips thy favouring 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.
Cleo. I'll give thee, friend,
An armour all of gold; it was a king's.
Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phoebus' car. Give me thy hand:
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe
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 ratthng tabourines,
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds
Applauding our approach. [Exeunt.
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