We have beat him to his camp. Run one 2650before,

4.9.5And let the queen know of our gests.

And let the queen know of our gests. Tomorrow

4.9.62651Before the sun shall see's, we'll spill the blood

4.9.72652That has today escaped. I thank you all,

4.9.82653For doughty-handed are you, and have fought

4.9.92654Not as you served the cause but as't had been

4.9.102655Each man's like mine. You have shown all Hectors.

4.9.112656Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,

4.9.122657Tell them your feats, whilst they with joyful tears

4.9.132658Wash the congealment from your wounds and kiss

4.9.142659The honoured gashes whole.

The honoured gashes whole. [To Scarrus] 2661Give me thy hand;

4.9.152662To this great fairy, I'll commend thy acts,

4.9.162663Make her thanks bless thee. [To Cleopatra, embracing her] Oh thou day o'th'world,

4.9.172664Chain mine armed neck. Leap thou attire and all

4.9.182665Through proof of harness to my heart, and there

4.9.192666Ride on the pants triumphing.

Ride on the pants triumphing. Lord of lords,

4.9.202668O infinite virtue, com'st thou smiling from

4.9.212669The world's great snare uncaught?

The world's great snare uncaught? Mine nightingale,

4.9.222671We have beat them to their beds. 2672What, girl! Though gray

4.9.232673Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha' we

4.9.242674A brain that nourishes our nerves and can

4.9.252675Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man;

4.9.262676Commend unto his lips thy savoring hand.

4.9.272677Kiss it, my warrior.

Kiss it, my warrior. He hath fought today

4.9.28As if a god in hate of mankind had

4.9.292679Destroyed in such a shape.

Destroyed in such a shape. I'll give thee, friend,

4.9.302681An armor all of gold--it was a king's.

He has deserved it, were it carbuncled

4.9.322683Like holy Phoebus's car. Give me thy hand.

4.9.332684Through Alexandria make a jolly march;

4.9.342685Bear our hacked targets like the men that owe them.

4.9.352686Had our great palace the capacity

4.9.362687To camp this host, we all would sup together

4.9.372688And drink carouses to the next day's fate,

4.9.382689Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,

4.9.392690With brazen din blast you the city's ear;

4.9.402691Make mingle with our rattling taborins,

4.9.412692That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,

4.9.422693Applauding our approach.