Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedie of Anthonie, and Cleopatra/Act 4 Scene 4
Enter Anthony and Cleopatra, with others.
Ant.
Eros, mine Armour Eros.
Eros, mine Armour Eros.
Cleo.
Sleepe a little.
Sleepe a little.
Ant.
No my Chucke. Eros, come mine Armor Eros.
Enter Eros.
Come good Fellow, put thine Iron on,
If Fortune be not ours to day, it is
Because we braue her. Come.
No my Chucke. Eros, come mine Armor Eros.
Enter Eros.
Come good Fellow, put thine Iron on,
If Fortune be not ours to day, it is
Because we braue her. Come.
Cleo.
Nay, Ile helpe too, Anthony.
What's this for? Ah let be, let be, thou art
The Armourer of my heart: False, false: This, this,
Sooth-law Ile helpe: Thus it must bee.
Nay, Ile helpe too, Anthony.
What's this for? Ah let be, let be, thou art
The Armourer of my heart: False, false: This, this,
Sooth-law Ile helpe: Thus it must bee.
Ant.
Well, well, we shall thriue now.
Seest thou my good Fellow. Go, put on thy defences.
Well, well, we shall thriue now.
Seest thou my good Fellow. Go, put on thy defences.
Eros.
Briefely Sir.
Briefely Sir.
Cleo.
Is not this buckled well?
Is not this buckled well?
Ant.
Rarely, rarely:
He that vnbuckles this, till we do please
To daft for our Repose, shall heare a storme.
Thou fumblest Eros, and my Queenes a Squire
More tight at this, then thou: Dispatch. O Loue,
That thou couldst see my Warres to day, and knew'st
The Royall Occupation, thou should'st see
A Workeman in't.
Enter an Armed Soldier.
Good morrow to thee, welcome,
Thou look'st like him that knowes a warlike Charge:
To businesse that we loue, we rise betime,
And go too't with delight.
Rarely, rarely:
He that vnbuckles this, till we do please
To daft for our Repose, shall heare a storme.
Thou fumblest Eros, and my Queenes a Squire
More tight at this, then thou: Dispatch. O Loue,
That thou couldst see my Warres to day, and knew'st
The Royall Occupation, thou should'st see
A Workeman in't.
Enter an Armed Soldier.
Good morrow to thee, welcome,
Thou look'st like him that knowes a warlike Charge:
To businesse that we loue, we rise betime,
And go too't with delight.
Soul.
A thousand Sir, early though't be, haue on their
Showt.Riueted trim, and at the Port expect you.
Trumpets Flourish.
A thousand Sir, early though't be, haue on their
Showt.Riueted trim, and at the Port expect you.
Trumpets Flourish.
Enter Captaines, and Souldiers.
Alex.
The Morne is faire: Good morrow Generall.
The Morne is faire: Good morrow Generall.
All.
Good morrow Generall.
Good morrow Generall.
Ant.
'Tis well blowne Lads.
This Morning, like the spirit of a youth
That meanes to be of note, begins betimes.
So, so: Come giue me that, this way, well-sed.
Fare thee well Dame, what ere becomes of me,
This is a Soldiers kisse: rebukeable,
And worthy shamefull checke it were, to stand
On more Mechanicke Complement, Ile leaue thee.
Now like a man of Steele, you that will fight,
Exeunt.Follow me close, Ile bring you too't: Adieu.
'Tis well blowne Lads.
This Morning, like the spirit of a youth
That meanes to be of note, begins betimes.
So, so: Come giue me that, this way, well-sed.
Fare thee well Dame, what ere becomes of me,
This is a Soldiers kisse: rebukeable,
And worthy shamefull checke it were, to stand
On more Mechanicke Complement, Ile leaue thee.
Now like a man of Steele, you that will fight,
Exeunt.Follow me close, Ile bring you too't: Adieu.
Char.
Please you retyre to your Chamber?
Please you retyre to your Chamber?
Cleo.
Lead me:
He goes forth gallantly: That he and Cæsar might
Determine this great Warre in single fight;
Exeunt.Then Anthony; but now. Well on.
Lead me:
He goes forth gallantly: That he and Cæsar might
Determine this great Warre in single fight;
Exeunt.Then Anthony; but now. Well on.