Alexandria. ANTONY'S Camp. |
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Trumpets sound. Enter ANTONY and EROS; a Soldier meeting them. |
Sold. The gods make this a happy day to Antony! |
Ant. Would thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd |
To make me fight at land! |
Sold. Hadst thou done so, |
The kings that have revolted, and the soldier |
That has this morning left thee, would have still |
Follow'd thy heels. |
Ant. Who's gone this morning? |
Sold. Who! |
One ever near thee: call for Enobarbus, |
He shall not hear thee; or from Cæsar's camp |
Say, 'I am none of thine.' |
Ant. What sayst thou? |
Sold. Sir, |
He is with Cæsar. |
Eros. Sir, his chests and treasure |
He has not with him. |
Ant. Is he gone? |
Sold. Most certain. |
Ant. Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it; |
Detain no jot, I charge thee. Write to him— |
I will subscribe—gentle adieus and greetings; |
Say that I wish he never find more cause |
To change a master. O! my fortunes have |
Corrupted honest men. Dispatch. Enobarbus! [Exeunt. |
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