| 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, | 5 |
| | 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? | 10 |
| 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, | 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. | |
| CLEOPATRA | Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Aside to CLEOPATRA | |
| | tricks which sorrow shoots | |
| | Out of the mind. | 20 |
| 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. | 25 |
| 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. | 30 |
| CLEOPATRA | Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Aside to CLEOPATRA | |
| 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 | 35 |
| | 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! | 40 |
| 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! | 45 |
| | 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 | 50 |
| | 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. | 55 |
| | Exeunt | |
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