Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. |
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Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and Others. |
| Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius. |
| Eno. No. |
| Ant. Why should he not? |
| Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, |
| He is twenty men to one. |
| Ant. To-morrow, soldier, |
| By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live, |
| Or bathe my dying honour in the blood |
| Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well? |
| Eno. I'll strike, and cry, 'Take all.' |
| Ant. Well said; come on. |
| Call forth my household servants; let's tonight |
| Be bounteous at our meal. |
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Enter three or four Servitors. |
| Give me thy hand, |
| Thou hast been rightly honest; so hast thou; |
| Thou; and thou, and thou: you have serv'd me well, |
| And kings have been your fellows. |
| Cleo. What means this? |
| Eno. [Aside to CLEOPATRA.] 'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots |
| Out of the mind. |
| Ant. And thou art honest too. |
| I wish I could be made so many men, |
| And all of you clapp'd up together in |
| An Antony, that I might do you service |
| So good as you have done. |
| Servants. The gods forbid! |
| Ant. Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night, |
| Scant not my cups, and make as much of me |
| As when mine empire was your fellow too, |
| And suffer'd my command. |
| Cleo. [Aside to ENOBARBUS.] What does he mean? |
| Eno. [Aside to CLEOPATRA.] To make his followers weep. |
| Ant. Tend me to-night; |
| May be it is the period of your duty: |
| Haply, you shall not see me more; or if, |
| A mangled shadow: perchance to-morrow |
| You'll serve another master. I look on you |
| As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends, |
| I turn you not away; but, like a master |
| Married to your good service, stay till death. |
| Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more, |
| And the gods yield you for't! |
| Eno. What mean you, sir, |
| To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep; |
| And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd: for shame, |
| Transform us not to women. |
| Ant. Ho, ho, ho! |
| Now, the witch take me, if I meant it thus! |
| Grace grow where those drops fall! My hearty friends, |
| You take me in too dolorous a sense, |
| For I spake to you for your comfort; did desire you |
| To burn this night with torches. Know, my hearts, |
| I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you |
| Where rather I'll expect victorious life |
| Than death and honour. Let's to supper, come, |
| And drown consideration. [Exeunt. |
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