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Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady?

If from the field I shall return once more

To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;

I and my sword will earn our chronicle:

There's hope in 't yet.

Cleo. That's my brave lord!

Ant. I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd,

And fight maliciously; for when mine hours

Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives

Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth,

And send to darkness all that stop me. Come,

Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me

All my sad captains; fill our bowls once more;

Let's mock the midnight bell.

Cleo. It is my birth-day:

I had thought to have held it poor; but, since my lord

Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.

Ant. We will yet do well.

Cleo. Call all his noble captains to my lord.

Ant. Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll force

The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my queen;

There's sap in 't yet. The next time I do fight

I'll make death love me, for I will contend

Even with his pestilent scythe.

Exeunt [all but Enobarbus].

Eno. Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious

Is to be frighted out of fear, and in that mood

The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still,

 179 nice: fastidious, particular

196 estridge: ostrich 