ACT IV
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]




 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA


ACT IV