Alarum. Enter Antony, with Scarus and others,
We have beat him to his camp. Run one before
And let the Queen know of our gests. Tomorrow,
Before the sun shall see's, we'll spill the blood
That has today escaped. I thank you all,
For doughty-handed are you, and have fought
Not as you served the cause, but as't had been
Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors.
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats, whilst they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honoured gashes whole.
(To Scarus) Give me thy hand.
To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee. – O thou day o'th' world,
Chain mine armed neck; leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
proof (n.) 1
tested strength, proven power of resistance, impenetrability
Ride on the pants triumphing.
Lord of lords!
O infinite virtue, com'st thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught?
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 today
As if a god in hate of mankind had
Destroyed in such a shape.
I'll give thee, friend,
An armour all of gold; it was a king's.
He has deserved it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phoebus' car. Give me thy hand.
carriage, cart, chariot [often of the sun god]
Through Alexandria make a jolly march.
Bear our hacked 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,
toast, long draught, cup filled to the brim to be downed in one go
Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with rattling tabourines,
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
Applauding our approach.
Trumpets sound. Exeunt