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He shall not hear thee; or from Cæsar's camp
Ant. What say'st thou ?
He is with Cæsar.
Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure
Ant. Is he gone?
Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it;
SCENE VI.-CÆSAR's Camp before Alexandria.
Flourish. Enter CÆSAR, with AGRIPPA, ENOBARBUS,
Enter a Messenger.
Cas. Go, charge Agrippa
[Exeunt CÆSAR and his Train.
Enter a Soldier of CÆSAR’S.
Eno. I give it you.
Sold. Mock me not, Enobarbus.
Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't, I feel.
SCENE VII.—Field of Battle between the Camps.
Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA, and
Alarum. Enter ANTONY, and SCARUS wounded.
Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed! Had we done so at first, we had driven them home With clouts about their heads.
Ant. Thou bleed'st apace.
Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T, But now 'tis made an H.
Ant. They do retire.
Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes ; I have yet Room for six scotches more.
Enter Eros. Eros. They are beaten, sir ; and our advantage serves For a fair victory.
Scar. Let us score their backs, And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind ; 'Tis sport to maul a runner.
Ant. I will reward thee
Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
Scar. l'll halt after.
SCENE VIII.-Under the Walls of Alexandria.
Alarum. Enter Antony, marching ; SCARUS, and For
Ant. We have beat him to his camp; Run one be
fore, And let the queen know of our guests.-To-morrow, Before the sun shall see us, we'll spill the blood That has to-day escap'd. I thank you all ; For doughty-handed are you ; and have fought Not as you serv'd the cause, but as it 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 Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss The honoured gashes whole.-Give me thy hand;
Enter CLEOPATRA, attended.
Cleo. Lord of lords !
Ant. My nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. What, girl? though
Cleo. I'll give thee, friend,
Ant. He has desery'd it, were it carbuncled
ther, Applauding our approach.
SCENE IX.-Cæsar's Camp.
Sentinels on their Post. Enter ENOBARBUS. 1st Sold. If we be not reliev'd within this bour, We must return to the court of guard : The night