Antony and Cleopatra, Act 4, Scene 4

Eros! Mine armour, Eros!

Eros! My armour, Eros!

Sleep a little.

Sleep a little longer.

No, my chuck.—Eros! Come, mine armour, Eros!

No, my darling.—Eros! Come, my armour, Eros!

Come, good fellow, put thine iron on. If fortune be not ours today, it is Because we brave her. Come.

Come, good fellow, put this iron on me. If fortune isn't ours today, it's because we defy her. Come.

Nay, I’ll help too. What’s this for?

No, I'll help too. What's this piece for?

Ah, let be, let be! Thou art The armourer of my heart. False, false. This, this!

Ah, leave it, leave it! You are the armourer of my heart. Wrong, wrong. This one, this one!

Sooth, la, I’ll help. Thus it must be.

Truly now, I'll help. This is how it has to go.

Well, well, We shall thrive now. Seest thou, my good fellow? Go put on thy defences.

Good, good, we're going to do well now. Do you see, my good fellow? Go and put on your own armour.

Briefly, sir.

Right away, sir.

Is not this buckled well?

Isn't this buckled well?

Rarely, rarely. He that unbuckles this, till we do please 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 today, and knew’st The royal occupation, thou shouldst see A workman in’t.

Excellently, excellently. Whoever unbuckles this, before we choose to take it off for our rest, will hear a storm. You're fumbling, Eros, and my queen is a squire more skilful at this than you are. Hurry up. Oh, my love, if only you could watch my fighting today, and if you understood the royal trade of war, you would see a true craftsman at it.

Good morrow to thee. Welcome. Thou look’st like him that knows a warlike charge. To business that we love we rise betime And go to’t with delight.

Good morning to you. Welcome. You look like a man who knows what a soldier's duty is. For work we love, we get up early and go to it with pleasure.

A thousand, sir, Early though’t be, have on their riveted trim And at the port expect you.

A thousand men, sir, early as it is, have their riveted armour on and are waiting for you at the gate.

The morn is fair. Good morrow, general.

The morning is fine. Good morning, general.

Good morrow, general.

Good morning, general.

’Tis well blown, lads. This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. So, so. Come, give me that. This way. Well said. Fare thee well, dame. Whate’er becomes of me, This is a soldier’s kiss. [Kisses her.] Rebukeable And worthy shameful check it were, to stand On more mechanic compliment. I’ll leave thee Now like a man of steel.—You that will fight, Follow me close, I’ll bring you to’t. Adieu.

That's well blown, lads. This morning, like the spirit of a young man who means to make a name for himself, starts early. So, so. Come, give me that. This way. Well done. Farewell, lady. Whatever becomes of me, this is a soldier's kiss. [Kisses her.] It would deserve blame and shameful rebuke to stand on more elaborate courtesies. I'll leave you now like a man of steel.—You who mean to fight, follow me closely, and I'll bring you to it. Goodbye.

Please you, retire to your chamber.

If you please, go back to your room.

Lead me. He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might Determine this great war in single fight! Then Antony—but now—. Well, on.

Lead me there. He goes off splendidly. If only he and Caesar could settle this great war in single combat! Then Antony—but as things are—. Well, go on.