| [Enter MARK ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and others attending] |
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| 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 Because we brave her: come. |
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| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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 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: Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge: To business that we love we rise betime, And go to't with delight. |
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| Soldier | A thousand, sir, Early though't be, have on their riveted trim, 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 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 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. |
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| [Exeunt MARK ANTONY, EROS, Captains, and Soldiers] | |
| CHARMIAN | Please you, retire to your chamber. |
| CLEOPATRA | Lead me. He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might Determine this great war in single fight! Then Antony,--but now--Well, on. |
| [Exeunt] |