2503Ant. Eros, mine Armour Eros.

2504Cleo. Sleepe a little.

2505Ant. No my Chucke. Eros, come mine Armor Eros.

2507Come good Fellow, put thine Iron on,

2508If Fortune be not ours to day, it is

2509Because we braue her. Come.

2510Cleo. Nay, Ile helpe too, Anthony.

2511What's this for? Ah let be, let be, thou art

2512The Armourer of my heart: False, false: This, this,

2513Sooth-law Ile helpe: Thus it must bee.

2514Ant. Well, well, we shall thriue now.

2515Seest thou my good Fellow. Go, put on thy defences.

2516Eros. Briefely Sir.

2517Cleo. Is not this buckled well?

2518Ant. Rarely, rarely:

2519He that vnbuckles this, till we do please

2520To daft for our Repose, shall heare a storme.

2521Thou fumblest Eros, and my Queenes a Squire

2522More tight at this, then thou: Dispatch. O Loue,

2523That thou couldst see my Warres to day, and knew'st

2524The Royall Occupation, thou should'st see

2525A Workeman in't.

2527Good morrow to thee, welcome,

2528Thou look'st like him that knowes a warlike Charge:

2529To businesse that we loue, we rise betime,

2530And go too't with delight.

2531Soul. A thousand Sir, early though't be, haue on their

2532Riueted trim, and at the Port expect you. Showt.

2535Alex. The Morne is faire: Good morrow Generall.

2536All. Good morrow Generall.

2537Ant. 'Tis well blowne Lads.

2538This Morning, like the spirit of a youth

2539That meanes to be of note, begins betimes.

2540So, so: Come giue me that, this way, well-sed.

2541Fare thee well Dame, what ere becomes of me,

2542This is a Soldiers kisse: rebukeable,

2543And worthy shamefull checke it were, to stand

2544On more Mechanicke Complement, Ile leaue thee.

2545Now like a man of Steele, you that will fight,

2546Follow me close, Ile bring you too't: Adieu. Exeunt.

2547Char. Please you retyre to your Chamber?

2548Cleo. Lead me:

2549He goes forth gallantly: That he and Caesar might

2550Determine this great Warre in single fight;

2551Then Anthony; but now. Well on. Exeunt