ACT IV SCENE IV | The same. A room in the palace. | |
[
Enter MARK ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and
others attending
] |
MARK ANTONY | Eros! mine armour, Eros! |
CLEOPATRA | Sleep a little. |
MARK ANTONY | No, my chuck. Eros, come; mine armour, Eros! |
[Enter EROS with armour] |
| Come good fellow, put mine iron on: |
| If fortune be not ours to-day, it is | 5 |
| Because we brave her: come. |
CLEOPATRA | Nay, I'll help too. |
| What's this for? |
MARK ANTONY | Ah, let be, let be! thou art |
| The armourer of my heart: false, false; this, this. | 10 |
CLEOPATRA | Sooth, la, I'll help: thus it must be. |
MARK ANTONY | Well, well; |
| We shall thrive now. Seest thou, my good fellow? |
| Go put on thy defences. |
EROS | Briefly, sir. | 15 |
CLEOPATRA | Is not this buckled well? |
MARK ANTONY | Rarely, rarely: |
| He that unbuckles this, till we do please |
| To daff't for our repose, shall hear a storm. |
| Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire | 20 |
| More tight at this than thou: dispatch. O love, |
| That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st |
| The royal occupation! thou shouldst see |
| A workman in't. |
[Enter an armed Soldier] |
| Good morrow to thee; welcome: | 25 |
| Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge: |
| To business that we love we rise betime, |
| And go to't with delight. |
Soldier | A thousand, sir, |
| Early though't be, have on their riveted trim, | 30 |
| And at the port expect you. |
[Shout. Trumpets flourish] |
[Enter Captains and Soldiers] |
Captain | The morn is fair. Good morrow, general. |
All | Good morrow, general. |
MARK ANTONY | 'Tis well blown, lads: |
| This morning, like the spirit of a youth | 35 |
| That means to be of note, begins betimes. |
| So, so; come, give me that: this way; well said. |
| Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me: |
| This is a soldier's kiss: rebukeable |
[Kisses her] |
| And worthy shameful cheque it were, to stand | 40 |
| On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee |
| Now, like a man of steel. You that will fight, |
| Follow me close; I'll bring you to't. Adieu. |
[Exeunt MARK ANTONY, EROS, Captains, and Soldiers] |
CHARMIAN | Please you, retire to your chamber. |
CLEOPATRA | Lead me. | 45 |
| He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might |
| Determine this great war in single fight! |
| Then Antony,--but now--Well, on. |
[Exeunt] |