4. SCENE IV. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
[Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and others
Eros! mine armour, Eros!
Sleep a little.
No, my chuck.--Eros! Come, mine armour, Eros!
[Enter EROS with armour.]
Come, good fellow, put mine iron on.--
If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
Because we brave her.--Come.
Nay, I'll help too.
What's this for?
Ah, let be, let be! Thou art
The armourer of my heart. False, false; this, this.
Sooth, la, I'll help: thus it must be.
We shall thrive now.--Seest thou, my good fellow?
Go put on thy defences.
Is not this buckled well?
He that unbuckles this, till we do please
To daff't for our repose, shall hear a storm.--
Thou fumblest, Eros, and my queen's a squire
More tight at this than thou: despatch.--O love,
That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st
The royal occupation! Thou shouldst see
A workman in't.--
[Enter an Officer, armed.]
Good-morrow to thee; welcome:
Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge:
To business that we love we rise betime,
And go to't with delight.
A thousand, sir,
Early though't be, have on their riveted trim,
And at the port expect you.
[Shout. Flourish of trumpets within.]
[Enter other Officers and Soldiers.]
The morn is fair.--Good morrow, general.
Good morrow, general.