ANTONY.
Actium, Actium! Oh....
VENTIDIUS.
It sits too near you.
ANTONY.
Here, here it lies; a lump of lead by day;
And in my short, distracted nightly slumbers,
The hag that rides my dreams....
VENTIDIUS.
That's my royal master.
And shall we fight?
ANTONY.
I warrant thee, old soldier;
Thou shalt behold me once again in iron,
And, at the head of our old troops, that beat
The Parthians, cry aloud, «Come, follow me.»