ACT IV - SCENE VIII. Under the walls of Alexandria.
1 We have beat him to his camp: run one before, 2 And let the queen know of our gests. To-morrow, 3 Before the sun shall see 's, we'll spill the blood 4 That has to-day escaped. I thank you all; 5 For doughty-handed are you, and have fought 6 Not as you served the cause, but as 't had been 7 Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors. 8 Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends, 9 Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears 10 Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss 11 The honour'd gashes whole. To SCARUS 12 Give me thy hand Enter CLEOPATRA, attended 13 To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts, 14 Make her thanks bless thee. To CLEOPATRA 15 O thou day o' the world, 16 Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, 17 Through proof of harness to my heart, and there 18 Ride on the pants triumphing!
19 Lord of lords! 20 O infinite virtue, comest thou smiling from 21 The world's great snare uncaught?
22 My nightingale, 23 We have beat them to their beds. What, girl! 24 though grey 25 Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha' we 26 A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can 27 Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man; 28 Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand: 29 Kiss it, my warrior: he hath fought to-day 30 As if a god, in hate of mankind, had 31 Destroy'd in such a shape.
32 I'll give thee, friend, 33 An armour all of gold; it was a king's.
34 He has deserved it, were it carbuncled 35 Like holy Phoebus' car. Give me thy hand: 36 Through Alexandria make a jolly march; 37 Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them: 38 Had our great palace the capacity 39 To camp this host, we all would sup together, 40 And drink carouses to the next day's fate, 41 Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters, 42 With brazen din blast you the city's ear; 43 Make mingle with rattling tabourines; 44 That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together, 45 Applauding our approach.