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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