Ant. To-morrow, soldier,

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 3.

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 hast been rightly honeft ;-—so hast thou ;—
Thou,-and thou,-and thou:-you have ferv'd me

well,

And kings have been your fellows.

Cleo. What means this?

Eno. 'Tis one of thofe odd tricks", which forrow shoots

Out of the mind...

Ant. And thou art honeft too.

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

An Antony; that I might do you service,
So good as you have done.

Serv. The gods forbid!

[Afide.

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 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 7: perchance, to-morrow

You'll

5 Let the furvivor take all. No compofition; victory or death. I know not what obfcurity the editors find in this paffage. Trick is here used in the fenfe in which it is uttered every day by every mouth, elegant and vulgar: yet fir T. Hanmer changes it to freaks, and Dr. Warburton, in his rage of Gallicifm, to traits. JOHNSON.

7 Or if you fee me more, you will fee me a mangled shadow, only the external form of what I was.

You'll ferve another mafter. I look on you,
As one that takes his leave. Mine honeft friends,
I turn you not away; but, like a master
Married to your good service, stay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the gods yield you for't!

Eno. What mean you, fir,

To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep;
And I, an ass, am onion-ey'dꞌ; for shame,
Transform us not to women.

Ant. Ho, ho, ho!

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

Grace grow where those drops fall! My hearty friends,
You take me in too dolorous a fense:

For I fpake to 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
Where rather I'll expect victorious life,

you.

Than death and honour'. Let's to fupper; come,
And drown confideration.

[Exeunt.

1. Sold. Brother, good night: to-morrow is the day. 2. Sold. It will determine one way: fare you well. Heard you of nothing ftrange about the streets? 1. Sold. Nothing: What news?

2. Sold. Belike, 'tis but a rumour: Good night to you. 1. Sold. Well, fir, 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 pofts. 4. Sold: Here we [They take their pofts. Jand if to-morrow Our navy thrive, I have an abfolute hope

Our landmen will stand up.

And the gods yield you for't!] i. e. reward you.

3. Sold.

9 I have my eyes as full of tears as if they had been fretted by onions.

2 That is, an honourable death.

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

[Mufick of hautboys under the ftager

4. Sold. Peace, what noife? 1. Sold. Lift, lift!

2. Sold. Hark!

1.Sold. Mufick i' the air. 3. Sold. Under the earth.

4. Sold. It figns well, does it not? Sold. No.

3.

1. Sold. Peace, I fay. What fhould this mean? 2. Sold. 'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony lov'd, Now leaves him.

1. Sold. Walk; let's fee if other watchmen

Do hear what we do.

[They advance to another poft.

2. Sold. How now, mafters ?
Sold. How now? how now? do you hear this?

1. Sold. Ay; Is't not ftrange?

[Several peaking together.

3. Sold. Do you hear, masters? do you hear?

1. Sold. Follow the noise fo far as we have quarter; Let's fee how it will give off.

Sold. [several speaking.] Content: 'Tis strange. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

The fame. A Room in the Palace..

Enter ANTONY, and CLEOPATRA; CHARMIAN, and Others, attending.

Ant. Eros! mine armour, Eros!

Cleo. Sleep a little.

Ant. No,

my chuck.-Eros, come; mine armour, Eros ! Enter EROS, with armour.

Come, good fellow, put thine iron on:

If fortune be not ours to-day, it is

Because we brave her.-Come.

Cleo. Nay, I'll help too.

What's this for?

Ant. Ah, let be, let be! thou art

The armourer of my heart:-False, false; this, this.

2 i. e. it bodes well, &e.

Clea.

Cleo. Sooth, la, I'll help: Thus it must be.
Ant. Well, well;

We shall thrive now. Seeft thou, my good fellow?
Go, put on thy defences.

Eros. Briefly, fir 3.

Cleo. Is not this buckled well?

Ant. Rarely, rarely:

He that unbuckles this, till we do please

To doff it for our repofe, fhall hear a ftorm.-
Thou fumbleft, Eros; and my queen's a fquire
More tight at this, than thou: Dispatch.- O love,
That thou could'ft fee my wars to-day, and knew'st
The royal occupation! thou should't fee

Enter an Officer, armed.

A workman in't.-Good morrow to thee; welcome:
Thou look'ft like him that knows a warlike charge:
To bufinefs that we love, we rife betime,

And go to it with delight.

1. Off. A thoufand, fir,

Early though it be, have on their rivetted trim,

And at the port expect you.

[Shout. Trumpets flourish.

Enter other Officers, and Soldiers.

2. Off. 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, whate’er becomes of me :
This is a foldier's kifs : rebukable,
[kiffes her.
And worthy shameful check it were, to ftand
On more mechanick compliment; I'll leave thee
Now, like a man of fteel.-You, that will fight,
Follow me clofe; I'll bring you to't.-Adieu.

[Exeunt ANT. EROS, Officers, and Soldiers, Char. Please you, retire to your chamber? Cleo. Lead me.

3 That is, quickly, fir.

4 To doff is to do off, to put off.

5 More expert, more adroit,

He

He goes forth gallantly. That he and Cæfar might
Determine this great war in fingle fight!
Then, Antony,-But now,-Well, on.

[Exeunt.

Trumpets found. Enter ANTONY, and EROS; a Soldier meeting them.

Sold. The gods make this a happy day to Antony! Ant. 'Would, thou and those thy fears had once prevail'd

To make me fight at land!

Sold. Had'ft thou done fo,

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

Ant. Who's gone this morning?

Sold. Who?

One ever near thee: Call for Enobarbus,

He fhall not hear thee; or from Cæfar's camp

Say, I am none of thine.

Ant. What fay'st thou ?

Sold. Sir,

He is with Cæfar.

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.-O, my fortunes have
Corrupted honeft men :-Dispatch.-Enobarbus!

[Exeunt.

SCENE