The Tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra: ACT IV , SCENE VIII. Under the walls of Alexandria.

The Tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra: ACT IV


	Introduction

	ACT I

	ACT II

	ACT III

	ACT IV

		SCENE I. Before Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.

		SCENE II. Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.

		SCENE III. The same. Before the palace.

		SCENE IV. The same. A room in the palace.

		SCENE V. Alexandria. MARK ANTONY's camp.

		SCENE VI. Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.

		SCENE VII. Field of battle between the camps.

		SCENE VIII. Under the walls of Alexandria.

		SCENE IX. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.

		SCENE X. Between the two camps.

		SCENE XI. Another part of the same.

		SCENE XII. Another part of the same.

		SCENE XIII. Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.

		SCENE XIV. The same. Another room.

		SCENE XV. The same. A monument.

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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.

To CLEOPATRA

15    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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