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ANTONY
He has deserv’d it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phœbus’ car. Give me thy hand,
Through Alexandria make a jolly march, [30]
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,
And drink carouses to the next day’s fate,
Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters, [35]
With brazen din blast you the city’s ear,
Make mingle with our rattling tabourines,
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
Applauding our approach.
(Exeunt.)
Scene IX IT
(Cæsar’s camp.)
Enter a Sentry and his company; Enobarbus follows.
SENTRY
If we be not reliev’d within this hour,
We must return to the court of guard: the night
Is shiny, and they say we shall embattle
By the second hour i’ the morn.
FIRST WATCH
This last day was
A shrewd one to’s.
ENOBARBUS
O bear me witness, night − [5]
SECOND WATCH
What man is this?
