ACT IV SCENE II | Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace. | |
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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. | 5 |
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.' | 10 |
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;-- | 15 |
| Thou,--and thou,--and thou:--you have served me well, |
| And kings have been your fellows. |
CLEOPATRA | [Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] What means this?
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | [Aside to CLEOPATRA] 'Tis one of those odd
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| tricks which sorrow shoots | 20 |
| 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 | 25 |
| 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, | 30 |
| And suffer'd my command. |
CLEOPATRA | [Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] What does he mean?
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | [Aside to CLEOPATRA] To make his followers weep.
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MARK ANTONY | Tend me to-night;
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| May be it is the period of your duty: | 35 |
| 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 | 40 |
| 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; | 45 |
| 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! | 50 |
| 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 | 55 |
| Where rather I'll expect victorious life |
| Than death and honour. Let's to supper, come, |
| And drown consideration. |
[Exeunt] |