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
The morn is fair. Good morrow, general.
Good morrow, general.
'Tis well blown, lads:
This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
so; come, give me that: this way; well said.
Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me:
This is a soldier's
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
Please you, retire to your chamber.
He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might
Determine this great war in single fight!
Antony, but nowWell, on.
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