William Shakespeare: Antony and Cleopatra, Act IV, Scene II
Enter Mark Antony, Cleopatra, Domitius Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, with others
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?
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.
Aside to Cleopatra
'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots Out of the mind.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.