Antony and Cleopatra - Act 4 - Scene 2

SCENE II. Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace.

    Enter MARK ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, with others

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.

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

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