[Enter an armed Soldier]
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.
Soldier A thousand, sir,
Early though't be, have on their riveted trim,
And at the port expect you.
[Shout. Trumpets flourish]
[Enter Captains and Soldiers]
Captain The morn is fair. Good morrow, general.
All Good morrow, general.
MARK ANTONY 'Tis well blown, lads:
This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
So, so; come, give me that: this way; well said.
Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me:
This is a soldier's kiss: rebukeable
[Kisses her]
And worthy shameful cheque it were, to stand
On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee
Now, like a man of steel. You that will fight,
Follow me close; I'll bring you to't. Adieu.
[Exeunt MARK ANTONY, EROS, Captains, and Soldiers]
CHARMIAN Please you, retire to your chamber.
CLEOPATRA Lead me.
He goes forth gallantly.
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