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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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