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   Antony and Cleopatra
ACT IV SCENE VIII Under the walls of Alexandria. 
 Alarum. Enter MARK ANTONY, in a march; SCARUS,with others 
MARK ANTONY We have beat him to his camp: run one before, 
 And let the queen know of our gests. To-morrow, 
 Before the sun shall see 's, we'll spill the blood 
 That has to-day escaped. I thank you all; 5
 For doughty-handed are you, and have fought 
 Not as you served the cause, but as 't had been 
 Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors. 
 Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, 
 Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears 10
 Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss 
 The honour'd gashes whole. 
 To SCARUS 
 Give me thy hand 
 Enter CLEOPATRA, attended 
 To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts, 
 Make her thanks bless thee. 15
 To CLEOPATRA 
 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 
 Ride on the pants triumphing! 
CLEOPATRA Lord of lords! 20
 O infinite virtue, comest thou smiling from 
 The world's great snare uncaught? 
MARK ANTONY My nightingale, 
 We have beat them to their beds. What, girl! 
 though grey 25
 Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha' we 
 A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can 
 Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man; 
 Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand: 
 Kiss it, my warrior: he hath fought to-day 30
 As if a god, in hate of mankind, had 
 Destroy'd in such a shape. 
CLEOPATRA I'll give thee, friend, 
 An armour all of gold; it was a king's. 
MARK ANTONY He has deserved it, were it carbuncled 35
 Like holy Phoebus' car. Give me thy hand: 
 Through Alexandria make a jolly march; 
 Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them: 
 Had our great palace the capacity 
 To camp this host, we all would sup together, 40
 And drink carouses to the next day's fate, 
 Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters, 
 With brazen din blast you the city's ear; 
 Make mingle with rattling tabourines; 
 That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together, 45
 Applauding our approach. 
 Exeunt 


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