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Antony and Cleopatra: Act 4, Scene 8

Antony and Cleopatra
Act 4, Scene 8

Under the walls of Alexandria.

  1. Alarum. Enter Antony again, in a march, Scarus, with others.

Mark Antony

2 - 22
  1. We have beat him to his camp. Run one before,
  2. And let the Queen know of our gests. Tomorrow,
  3. Before the sun shall see ’s, we’ll spill the blood
  4. That has today escap’d. I thank you all,
  5. For doughty-handed are you, and have fought
  6. Not as you serv’d the cause, but as’t had been
  7. Each man’s like mine; you have shown all Hectors.
  8. Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
  9. Tell them your feats, whilst they with joyful tears
  10. Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
  11. The honor’d gashes whole.
  12. Enter Cleopatra attended.
  13. To Scarus.
  14.                           Give me thy hand;
  15. To this great fairy I’ll commend thy acts,
  16. Make her thanks bless thee.
  17. To Cleopatra.
  18.                             O thou day o’ th’ world,
  19. Chain mine arm’d neck, leap thou, attire and all,
  20. Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
  21. Ride on the pants triumphing!

Cleopatra

23 - 25
  1.                               Lord of lords!
  2. O infinite virtue, com’st thou smiling from
  3. The world’s great snare uncaught?

Mark Antony

26 - 34
  1.                                   Mine nightingale,
  2. We have beat them to their beds. What, girl, though grey
  3. Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha’ we
  4. A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
  5. Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man,
  6. Commend unto his lips thy favoring hand.
  7. Kiss it, my warrior; he hath fought today
  8. As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
  9. Destroyed in such a shape.

Cleopatra

35 - 36
  1.                            I’ll give thee, friend,
  2. An armor all of gold; it was a king’s.

Mark Antony

37 - 48
  1. He has deserv’d it, were it carbuncled
  2. Like holy Phoebus’ car. Give me thy hand.
  3. Through Alexandria make a jolly march,
  4. Bear our hack’d targets like the men that owe them.
  5. Had our great palace the capacity
  6. To camp this host, we all would sup together,
  7. And drink carouses to the next day’s fate,
  8. Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,
  9. With brazen din blast you the city’s ear,
  10. Make mingle with our rattling taborines,
  11. That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
  12. Applauding our approach.
  1. Exeunt.
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