Ant. I will reward thee Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold Scar. I'll halt after. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Under the walls of Alexandria. Alurum. Enter ANTONY, marching; SCARUS, and Forces. Ant. We have beat him to his camp. Run one before, And let the queen know of our guests.-To-morrow, Enter CLEOPATRA, attended. 47 To this great fairy 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 there Cleo. Lord of lords! O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from The world's great snare uncaught? Ant. We have beat them to their beds. though grey My nightingale, Do something mingle with our brown; yet have we Get goal for goal of youth 48. Behold this man ; 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 Phœbus' car.-Give me thy hand;Through Alexandria make a jolly march; Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them: To camp this host, we all would sup together; That heaven and earth may strike their sounds to gether, Applauding our approach. [Exeunt. SCENE XI. Cæsar's Camp. Sentinels on their post. Enter ENOBARBUS. 1 Sold. If we be not reliev'd within this hour, We must return to the court of guard: The night Is shiny; and, they say, we shall embattle By the second hour i' the morn. Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon, When men revolted shall upon record Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did Before thy face repent! 1 Sold. 3 Sold. Hark further. Enobarbus! Peace; Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, May hang no longer on me: 49 Throw my heart Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, Nobler than my revolt is infamous, |