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Enter MARK ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, with others
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| MARK ANTONY |
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He will not fight with me, Domitius.
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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No.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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Why should he not?
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
5 He is twenty men to one.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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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?
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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10 I'll strike, and cry 'Take all.'
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| MARK ANTONY |
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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,
15 Thou hast been rightly honest;--so hast thou;--
Thou,--and thou,--and thou:--you have served me well,
And kings have been your fellows.
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| CLEOPATRA |
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(Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS)
What means this?
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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(Aside to CLEOPATRA)
'Tis one of those odd
20 tricks which sorrow shoots
Out of the mind.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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And thou art honest too.
I wish I could be made so many men,
And all of you clapp'd up together in
25 An Antony, that I might do you service
So good as you have done.
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The gods forbid!
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| MARK ANTONY |
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Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night:
Scant not my cups; and make as much of me
30 As when mine empire was your fellow too,
And suffer'd my command.
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| CLEOPATRA |
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(Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS)
What does he mean?
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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(Aside to CLEOPATRA)
To make his followers weep.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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Tend me to-night;
35 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,
40 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!
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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What mean you, sir,
45 To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep;
And I, an ass, am onion-eyed: for shame,
Transform us not to women.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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Ho, ho, ho!
Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus!
50 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,
55 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.
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Exeunt
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