Enter Eros [with armour].
Come, good fellow, put mine iron on:
If Fortune be not ours to-day, it is 4
Because we brave her. Come.
Cleo. Nay, I'll help too.
What's this for?
Ant. Ah, let be, let be; thou art
The armourer of my heart: false, false; this, this.
Cleo. Sooth, la! I'll help : thus it must be.
Ant. Well, well; 8
We shall thrive now. Seest thou, my good fellow?
Go put on thy defences.
Eros. Briefly, sir.
Cleo. Is not this buckled well?
Ant. Rarely, rarely:
He that unbuckles this, till we do please 12
To daff 't for our repose, shall hear a storm.
Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire
More tight at this than thou: dispatch. O love!
That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st 16
The royal occupation, thou shouldst see
A workman in 't.
Enter an armed Soldier.
Good morrow to thee; welcome;
Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge:
To business that we love we rise betime, 20
And go to 't with delight.
Sold. A thousand, sir,
Early though 't be, have on their riveted trim,
And at the port expect you.
Shout. Trumpets flourish.
13 daff: put off
15 tight: able
22 riveted trim: armor
23 port: gate
