| [Enter MARK ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, with others] |
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| MARK ANTONY | He will not fight with me, Domitius. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | No. |
| MARK ANTONY | Why should he not? |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, He is twenty men to one. |
| MARK ANTONY | 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? |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | I'll strike, and cry 'Take all.' |
| MARK ANTONY | Well said; come on. Call forth my household servants: let's to-night Be bounteous at our meal. |
| [Enter three or four Servitors] | |
| Give me thy hand, Thou hast been rightly honest;--so hast thou;-- Thou,--and thou,--and thou:--you have served me well, And kings have been your fellows. |
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| CLEOPATRA | [Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] What means this? |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | [Aside to CLEOPATRA] 'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots Out of the mind. |
| MARK ANTONY | 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. |
| All | The gods forbid! |
| MARK ANTONY | 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. |
| CLEOPATRA | [Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] What does he mean? |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | [Aside to CLEOPATRA] To make his followers weep. |
| MARK ANTONY | 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! |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | What mean you, sir, To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep; And I, an ass, am onion-eyed: for shame, Transform us not to women. |
| MARK ANTONY | 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] |