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I had thought t'have held it poor; but since my lord |
Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra. |
ANTONY. We will yet do well. |
CLEOPATRA. Call all his noble captains to my lord. |
ANTONY. Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll force |
The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my queen, |
There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight |
I'll make death love me; for I will contend |
Even with his pestilent scythe. Exeunt all but ENOBARBUS |
ENOBARBUS. Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious |
Is to be frighted out of fear, and in that mood |
The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still |
A diminution in our captain's brain |
Restores his heart. When valour preys on reason, |
It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek |
Some way to leave him. Exit |
ACT_4|SC_1 |
ACT IV. SCENE I. |
CAESAR'S camp before Alexandria |
Enter CAESAR, AGRIPPA, and MAECENAS, with his army; |
CAESAR reading a letter |
CAESAR. He calls me boy, and chides as he had power |
To beat me out of Egypt. My messenger |
He hath whipt with rods; dares me to personal combat, |
Caesar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know |
I have many other ways to die, meantime |
Laugh at his challenge. |
MAECENAS. Caesar must think |
When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted |
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now |
Make boot of his distraction. Never anger |
Made good guard for itself. |
CAESAR. Let our best heads |
Know that to-morrow the last of many battles |
We mean to fight. Within our files there are |
Of those that serv'd Mark Antony but late |
Enough to fetch him in. See it done; |
And feast the army; we have store to do't, |
And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony! Exeunt |
ACT_4|SC_2 |
SCENE II. |
Alexandria. CLEOPATRA's palace |
Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, IRAS, |
ALEXAS, with others |
ANTONY. He will not fight with me, Domitius? |
ENOBARBUS. No. |
ANTONY. Why should he not? |
ENOBARBUS. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, |
He is twenty men to one. |
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? |
ENOBARBUS. I'll strike, and cry 'Take all.' |
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 has been rightly honest. So hast thou; |
Thou, and thou, and thou. You have serv'd me well, |
And kings have been your fellows. |
CLEOPATRA. [Aside to ENOBARBUS] What means this? |
ENOBARBUS. [Aside to CLEOPATRA] 'Tis one of those odd tricks which |
sorrow shoots |
Out of the mind. |
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. |
SERVANT. The gods forbid! |
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 ENOBARBUS] What does he mean? |
ENOBARBUS. [Aside to CLEOPATRA] To make his followers weep. |
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! |
ENOBARBUS. What mean you, sir, |
To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep; |
And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd. For shame! |
Transform us not to women. |
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