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Act 4, Scene 2

Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.

Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, with others.

Antony

He will not fight with me, Domitius.

Enobarbus

No.

Antony

Why should he not?

Enobarbus

He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,

He is twenty men to one.

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?

Enobarbus

I'll strike, and cry “Take all.”

Antony

Well said; come on.

Call forth my household servants: let's tonight

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.

Cleopatra

Aside to Eno.

What means this?

Enobarbus

Aside to Cleo.

'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots

Out of the mind.

Antony

And thou art honest too.

I wish I could be made so many men,

And all of you clapped up together in

An Antony, that I might do you service

So good as you have done.

All.

The gods forbid!

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 suffered my command.

Cleopatra

Aside to Eno.

What does he mean?

Enobarbus

Aside to Cleo.

To make his followers weep.

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!

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.

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.