Page 2518 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

CLEOPATRA

Sooth, la, I’ll help: thus it must be.

ANTONY
Well, well,
We shall thrive now. Seest thou, my good fellow?
Go, put on thy defences.

EROS

Briefly, sir. [10]

CLEOPATRA

Is not this buckled well?

ANTONY
Rarely, rarely:
He that unbuckles this, till we do please
To daff’t for our repose, shall hear a storm.
Thou fumblest, Eros, and my queen’s a squire

More tight at this than thou: despatch. O love, [15]
That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew’st
The royal occupation, thou shouldst see

A workman in’t.

Enter an armed Soldier.

Good morrow to thee, welcome:
Thou look’st like him that knows a warlike charge:
To business that we love, we rise betime, [20]
And go to’t with delight.

SOLDIER
A thousand, sir,

Early though ’t be, have on their riveted trim,
And at the port expect you.
(Shout. Trumpets flourish.)

Enter Captains, and Soldiers.