Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)
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Enter Anthony and Cleopatra, with others.
¶Cleo. Sleepe a little.
2505Ant. No my Chucke. Eros, come mine Armor Eros.
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Enter Eros.
¶Come good Fellow, put thine Iron on,
¶If Fortune be not ours to day, it is
¶Because we braue her. Come.
2510Cleo. Nay, Ile helpe too, Anthony.
¶What's this for? Ah let be, let be, thou art
¶Sooth-law Ile helpe: Thus it must bee.
2515Seest thou my good Fellow. Go, put on thy defences.
¶Eros. Briefely Sir.
¶Cleo. Is not this buckled well?
¶Ant. Rarely, rarely:
¶He that vnbuckles this, till we do please
¶Thou fumblest Eros, and my Queenes a Squire
¶More tight at this, then thou: Dispatch. O Loue,
2525A Workeman in't.
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Enter an Armed Soldier.
¶Good morrow to thee, welcome,
¶Thou look'st like him that knowes a warlike Charge:
2530And go too't with delight.
¶Riueted trim, and at the Port expect you.
Showt.
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Trumpets Flourish.
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Enter Captaines, and Souldiers.
2535Alex. The Morne is faire: Good morrow Generall.
¶All. Good morrow Generall.
¶Ant. 'Tis well blowne Lads.
¶This Morning, like the spirit of a youth
¶That meanes to be of note, begins betimes.
¶Fare thee well Dame, what ere becomes of me,
¶On more Mechanicke Complement, Ile leaue thee.
2545Now like a man of Steele, you that will fight,
¶Follow me close, Ile bring you too't: Adieu.
Exeunt.
¶Cleo. Lead me:
¶He goes forth gallantly: That he and Caesar might
2550Determine this great Warre in single fight;
¶Then Anthony; but now. Well on.
Exeunt
