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That has to-day escap’d. I thank you all,
For doughty-handed are you, and have fought [5]
Not as you serv’d 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 our feats, whilst they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss [10]
The honour’d gashes whole.

Enter Cleopatra.

(To Scarus.) Give me thy hand;
To this great fairy I’ll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee. 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 [15]
Ride on the pants triumphing!

CLEOPATRA
Lord of lords,
O infinite virtue, com’st thou smiling from
The world’s great snare uncaught?

ANTONY

My nightingale,
We have beat them to their beds. What, girl, though grey
Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha’ we [20]
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
As if a god in hate of mankind had [25]

Destroy’d in such a shape.

CLEOPATRA

I’ll give thee, friend,
An armour all of gold; it was a king’s.