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Antony and Cleopatra

Act IV, Scene 8

Under the walls of Alexandria.
 
[Alarum. Enter MARK ANTONY, in a march; SCARUS, with others]
 
MARK ANTONY
        2       ,         ,         ,         ,
      We have beat | him to | his camp:| run^one
      <-    ,          ,          ,       ,    2         ,        ,
        Before,|| and let | the queen | know of our | guests: to|morrow
          ,         ,             x             ,           ,
      Before | the sun | shall see us,| we'll spill | the blood
            ,       ,        ,         ,          ,
      That has | today | escaped.| I thank | you all,
            ,        ,      ,          ,           ,
      For dough|ty-hand|ed are | you, and | have fought
       ,              ,           ,           x           ,
      Not as | you served | the cause,| but as it | had been
             ,            ,                 ,    ,     ,
      Each^man's | like^mine:| you have / shown all | Hectors.
       ,           ,       ,           ,             ,
      Enter | the ci|ty, clip | your wives,| your friends,
        ,                ,              ,          ,        ,
      Tell them | your feats,| whilst they | with joy|ful tears
        ,             ,         ,            ,           ,
      Wash the | congeal|ment from | your wounds,| and kiss
           ,         ,       ,       ,             ,
      The hon|ored gash|es whole.| Give me | thy hand,
 
[Enter CLEOPATRA, attended]
                  ,    ,        ,         ,          ,
      To this / great fai|ry, I'll | commend | thy acts,
                    ,     ,            ,         ,      2      ,
      Make^her / thanks bless | thee. Oh | thou day | of the world,
        ,           T     T     T         2    ,         ,
      Chain mine^|armed neck, leap | thou, attire | and all
                 ,          ,       ,        ,           ,
      Through* proof | of harn|ess to | my heart,| and there
        ,             ,          ,
      Ride on | the pants | triumph|ing.
 
CLEOPATRA
                                          ,         ,
                                        Lord | of lords,
          ,   2     ,         ,            ,        ,
      Oh^in|finite vir|tue, comst | thou smil|ing from
       .     T      T     T          ,
      The world's great snare | uncaught.
 
MARK ANTONY
                                                 ,       ,
                                          Mine^night|ingale,
        2       ,          ,           ,
      We have beat | them to | their beds.
                                                 ,             ,
                                          What girl,| though gray
           ,           x         2      ,        ,           ,       2->
      Do some|thing mingle | with our young|er brown,| yet have || we
          ,            ,     ,           ,          ,
      A brain | that nour|ishes | our nerves,| and can
            ,          ,         ,         ,          ,
      Get goal | for goal | of youth.| Behold | this^man,
           ,       ,         ,         ,   2      ,
      Commend | unto | his lips | thy fav|oring hand,
        ,           ,    2    ,           ,        ,
      Kiss it | my war|rior: he | hath fought | today,
          ,      ,         ,        ,    ,
      As if | a god | in hate | of man|kind, had
           ,           ,        ,
      Destroyed | in such | a shape.
 
CLEOPATRA
                                            ,            ,
                                     I'll give | thee friend
          ,      ,         ,        ,         ,
      An arm|or all | of gold:| it was | a king's.
 
MARK ANTONY
       ,            ,           ,        ,   ,
      He has | deserved | it, were | it car|buncled
            ,      ,        ,      ,             ,
      Like^ho|ly Phoe|bus' car.| Give me | thy hand,
               ,    ,   2    ,       ,       ,
      Through^Al|exand|ria make | a jol|ly march,
        ,           T     Tx       T         ,          ,          ->
      Bear our | hacked targets, like | the men | that owe || them.
       ,          ,      ,          2   ,    ,
      Had | our great | palace | the capa|city
           ,           ,     ,     2         ,      ,
      To camp | this host,| we all* would | sup to|gether,
            ,         ,                 ,    ,     ,
      And drink | carous|es to the // next day's fate
             ,         ,      ,        ,      ,
      Which prom|ises roy|al per|il. trump|eters
             ,      ,      ,              ,       ,
      With braz|en din | blast you | the ci|ty's ear,
        ,    ,                 ,         ,      ,
      Make ming/le with | our rat|tling tab|orines,
              x           ,            ,              ,       ,         o ->
      That heaven | and earth | may strike | their sounds | togeth||er,
          ,        ,         ,     oo
      Applau|ding our | approach.|
 
[Exeunt]

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