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Alarum. Enter ANTONY again in a march; SCARUS , with others
A battle call. ANTONY marches in, followed by SCARUS and others.

ANTONY

We have beat him to his camp. Run one before
And let the Queen know of our gests.

ANTONY

We’ve driven him all the way back to his camp. One of you run to the Queen with the news.
Exit a soldier A soldier exits.
Tomorrow,
Before the sun shall see ’s, we’ll spill the blood
That has today escaped. I thank you all,
5 For doughty-handed are you, and have fought
Not as you served the cause, but as ’t had been
Each man’s like mine. You have shown all Hectors.
Enter the city. Clip your wives, your friends.
Tell them your feats, whilst they with joyful tears
10 Wash the congealment from your wounds and kiss
The honored gashes whole.
Before sunrise tomorrow, we’ll kill anyone who escaped today. I want to thank all of you. You’re formidable. You fought not as if you served the cause but as though it were as much your personal fight as mine. You are all

Hectors

Hector was a powerful Trojan warrior

Hectors
. Go on into the city. Embrace your wives and your friends. Describe your feats for them while they cry for joy. Their tears will wash the congealed blood from your wounds, and they will kiss those honorable cuts until they heal.
Enter CLEOPATRA
CLEOPATRA enters.
            (to SCARUS)                Give me thy hand.
To this great fairy I’ll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day o’ the world,
(to CLEOPATRA) Chain mine armed neck. Leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing!
(to SCARUS) Give me your hand. I’ll praise your actions to this powerful enchantress so that she will thank you with blessings. Oh, light of the world, (to CLEOPATRA) wrap your arms around my armored neck. Leap, with all your finery through my armor and go straight to my heart. There you can ride upon my heartbeats, sharing in my triumph.

CLEOPATRA

Lord of lords!
O infinite virtue, com’st thou smiling from
The world’s great snare uncaught?

CLEOPATRA

Lord of lords! Your courage is infinite. Have you returned smiling from the great battle for the world?

ANTONY

Mine nightingale,
We have beat them to their beds. What, girl, though gray
Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha’ we
A brain that nourishes our nerves and can
Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man.
Commend unto his lips thy favoring hand.
(to SCARUS) Kiss it, my warrior.

ANTONY

My songbird, we have beaten them to their beds. What do you think, girl!
Even though there are some gray hairs among the brown, I still have a brain and muscles that will let me compete with younger men. Look at this man. Show him favor by letting him kiss your hand. (to SCARUS) Kiss it, my warrior.
SCARUS kisses CLEOPATRA ’s hand
SCARUS kisses CLEOPATRA ’s hand
He hath fought today
25 As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Destroyed in such a shape.
Today he fought as though he were a god who hated mankind.

CLEOPATRA

            (to SCARUS)              I’ll give thee, friend,
An armor all of gold. It was a king’s.

CLEOPATRA

(to SCARUS) Friend, I’ll give you armor made of gold. It belonged to a king.

ANTONY

He has deserved it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phoebus’ car. Give me thy hand.
30 Through Alexandria make a jolly march.
Bear our hacked 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,
35 Which promises royal peril.—Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city’s ear;
Make mingle with our rattling taborins,
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
Applauding our approach.

ANTONY

He deserves it, even if it were covered with jewels like holy

Phoebus’ car

the chariot that the sun god Phoebus drove across the sky

Phoebus’ car
. Give me your hand. Let’s have a cheerful march through Alexandria, proudly carrying our dented shields. If we had enough room in the palace to house this army, we’d all eat together and toast tomorrow, which promises to be full of danger. Trumpeters, blast the city’s ears. Mix your fanfares with our drums, so that sounds from both heaven and earth will herald our approach.
Exeunt Everyone exits.

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Modern Text

Alarum. Enter ANTONY again in a march; SCARUS , with others
A battle call. ANTONY marches in, followed by SCARUS and others.

ANTONY

We have beat him to his camp. Run one before
And let the Queen know of our gests.

ANTONY

We’ve driven him all the way back to his camp. One of you run to the Queen with the news.
Exit a soldier A soldier exits.
Tomorrow,
Before the sun shall see ’s, we’ll spill the blood
That has today escaped. I thank you all,
5 For doughty-handed are you, and have fought
Not as you served the cause, but as ’t had been
Each man’s like mine. You have shown all Hectors.
Enter the city. Clip your wives, your friends.
Tell them your feats, whilst they with joyful tears
10 Wash the congealment from your wounds and kiss
The honored gashes whole.
Before sunrise tomorrow, we’ll kill anyone who escaped today. I want to thank all of you. You’re formidable. You fought not as if you served the cause but as though it were as much your personal fight as mine. You are all

Hectors

Hector was a powerful Trojan warrior

Hectors
. Go on into the city. Embrace your wives and your friends. Describe your feats for them while they cry for joy. Their tears will wash the congealed blood from your wounds, and they will kiss those honorable cuts until they heal.
Enter CLEOPATRA
CLEOPATRA enters.
            (to SCARUS)                Give me thy hand.
To this great fairy I’ll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day o’ the world,
(to CLEOPATRA) Chain mine armed neck. Leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing!
(to SCARUS) Give me your hand. I’ll praise your actions to this powerful enchantress so that she will thank you with blessings. Oh, light of the world, (to CLEOPATRA) wrap your arms around my armored neck. Leap, with all your finery through my armor and go straight to my heart. There you can ride upon my heartbeats, sharing in my triumph.

CLEOPATRA

Lord of lords!
O infinite virtue, com’st thou smiling from
The world’s great snare uncaught?

CLEOPATRA

Lord of lords! Your courage is infinite. Have you returned smiling from the great battle for the world?

ANTONY

Mine nightingale,
We have beat them to their beds. What, girl, though gray
Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha’ we
A brain that nourishes our nerves and can
Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man.
Commend unto his lips thy favoring hand.
(to SCARUS) Kiss it, my warrior.

ANTONY

My songbird, we have beaten them to their beds. What do you think, girl!
Even though there are some gray hairs among the brown, I still have a brain and muscles that will let me compete with younger men. Look at this man. Show him favor by letting him kiss your hand. (to SCARUS) Kiss it, my warrior.
SCARUS kisses CLEOPATRA ’s hand
SCARUS kisses CLEOPATRA ’s hand
He hath fought today
25 As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Destroyed in such a shape.
Today he fought as though he were a god who hated mankind.

CLEOPATRA

            (to SCARUS)              I’ll give thee, friend,
An armor all of gold. It was a king’s.

CLEOPATRA

(to SCARUS) Friend, I’ll give you armor made of gold. It belonged to a king.

ANTONY

He has deserved it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phoebus’ car. Give me thy hand.
30 Through Alexandria make a jolly march.
Bear our hacked 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,
35 Which promises royal peril.—Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city’s ear;
Make mingle with our rattling taborins,
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
Applauding our approach.

ANTONY

He deserves it, even if it were covered with jewels like holy

Phoebus’ car

the chariot that the sun god Phoebus drove across the sky

Phoebus’ car
. Give me your hand. Let’s have a cheerful march through Alexandria, proudly carrying our dented shields. If we had enough room in the palace to house this army, we’d all eat together and toast tomorrow, which promises to be full of danger. Trumpeters, blast the city’s ears. Mix your fanfares with our drums, so that sounds from both heaven and earth will herald our approach.
Exeunt Everyone exits.