The Same. Before the Palace. |
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Enter two Soldiers to their guard. |
First Sold. Brother, good night; to-morrow is the day. |
Sec. Sold. It will determine one way; fare you well. |
Heard you of nothing strange about the streets? |
First Sold. Nothing. What news? |
Sec. Sold. Belike, 'tis but a rumour. Good night to you. |
First Sold. Well, sir, good night. |
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Enter two other Soldiers. |
Sec. Sold. Soldiers, have careful watch. |
Third Sold. And you. Good night, good night. [The first two place themselves at their posts. |
Fourth Sold. Here we: [They take their posts. |
And if to-morrow |
Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope |
Our landmen will stand up. |
Third Sold. 'Tis a brave army, |
And full of purpose. [Music of hautboys under the stage. |
Fourth Sold. Peace! what noise? |
First Sold. List, list! |
Sec. Sold. Hark! |
First Sold. Music i' the air. |
Third Sold. Under the earth. |
Fourth Sold. It signs well, does it not? |
Third Sold. No. |
First Sold. Peace, I say! |
What should this mean? |
Sec. Sold. 'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony lov'd, |
Now leaves him. |
First Sold. Walk; let's see if other watchmen |
Do hear what we do. [They advance to another post. |
Sec. Sold. How now, masters! |
Soldiers. How now!— |
How now!—do you hear this? |
First Sold. Ay; is 't not strange? |
Third Sold. Do you hear, masters? do you hear? |
First Sold. Follow the noise so far as we have quarter; |
Let's see how 't will give off. |
Soldiers. [Speaking together.] Content.—'Tis strange. [Exeunt. |
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