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98 To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,

Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day o' the world!

Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,

Through proof of harness to my heart, and there

Ride on the pants triumphing.

Cleo. Lord of lords!

O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from

The world's great snare uncaught?

Ant. My nightingale,

We have beat them to their beds. What, girl! though grey

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 favouring hand:

Kiss it, my warrior: he hath fought to-day

As if a god, in hate of mankind, had

Destroy'd in such a shape.

Cleo. I'll give thee, friend,

An armour all of gold; it was a king's.

Ant. He has deserv'd it, were it carbuncled

Like holy Phœbus' car. Give me thy hand:

Through Alexandria make a jolly march;

Bear our hack'd 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,

Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,

With brazen din blast you the city's ear,

Make mingle with our rattling tabourines,

 12 fairy: charmer

15 proof of harness: strength of armor

31 owe: own

37 tabourines: drums 