Good morrow to thee. Welcome.

Antony
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.

To business that we love we rise betime
And go to ‘t with delight.

Soldier
A thousand, sir,
Early though ‘t be, have on their riveted trim
And at the port expect you.   Shout. Trumpets flourish.
Enter Captains and Soldiers.
Captain
The morn is fair. Good morrow, general.
All
Good morrow, general.
Antony
‘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.
He kisses Cleopatra.
Whate'er becomes of me,
This is a soldier's kiss. Rebukable
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.
Antony, Eros, Captains, and Soldiers exit.
Charmian
Please you retire to your chamber?
Cleopatra
Lead me.
He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might
Determine this great war in single fight,
Then Antony—but now—. Well, on.
They exit.