ACT IV. SCENE IV. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
[Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and others
Eros! mine armour, Eros!
Sleep a little.
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.
Nay, I'll help too.
What's this for?
Ah, let be, let be! Thou art
The armourer of my heart. False, false; this, this.
Sooth, la, I'll help: thus it must be.
We shall thrive now. — Seest thou, my good fellow?
Go put on thy defences.
Is not this buckled well?
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: despatch. — 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 Officer, armed.]
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.
A thousand, sir,
Early though't be, have on their riveted trim,
And at the port expect you.
[Shout. Flourish of trumpets within.]
[Enter other Officers and Soldiers.]
The morn is fair. — Good morrow, general.
Good morrow, general.
'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,
And worthy shameful check 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.
[Exeunt ANTONY, EROS, Officers and Soldiers.]
Please you, retire to your chamber.
He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might
Determine this great war in single fight!
Then, Antony, — but now — Well, on.