1    He will not fight with me, Domitius.

2    No.

3    Why should he not?

4    He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
5    He is twenty men to one.

6    To-morrow, soldier,
7    By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live,
8    Or bathe my dying honour in the blood
9    Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well?

10   I'll strike, and cry 'Take all.'

11   Well said; come on.
12   Call forth my household servants: let's to-night
13   Be bounteous at our meal.
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14   Give me thy hand,
15   Thou hast been rightly honest;--so hast thou;--
16   Thou,--and thou,--and thou:--you have served me well,
17   And kings have been your fellows.

Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
18    What means this?

Aside to CLEOPATRA
19    'Tis one of those odd
20   tricks which sorrow shoots
21   Out of the mind.

22   And thou art honest too.
23   I wish I could be made so many men,
24   And all of you clapp'd up together in
25   An Antony, that I might do you service
26   So good as you have done.

27   The gods forbid!

28   Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night:
29   Scant not my cups; and make as much of me
30   As when mine empire was your fellow too,
31   And suffer'd my command.

Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
32    What does he mean?

Aside to CLEOPATRA
33    To make his followers weep.

34   Tend me to-night;
35   May be it is the period of your duty:
36   Haply you shall not see me more; or if,
37   A mangled shadow: perchance to-morrow
38   You'll serve another master. I look on you
39   As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
40   I turn you not away; but, like a master
41   Married to your good service, stay till death:
42   Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
43   And the gods yield you for't!

44   What mean you, sir,
45   To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep;
46   And I, an ass, am onion-eyed: for shame,
47   Transform us not to women.

48   Ho, ho, ho!
49   Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus!
50   Grace grow where those drops fall!
51   My hearty friends,
52   You take me in too dolorous a sense;
53   For I spake to you for your comfort; did desire you
54   To burn this night with torches: know, my hearts,
55   I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you
56   Where rather I'll expect victorious life
57   Than death and honour. Let's to supper, come,
58   And drown consideration.