Alexandria. A Room in Cleopatra's Palace.
 Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, with OTHERS.

Antony	He will not fight with me, Domitian?

Enobarbus											No.

Antony	Why should he not?

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

Antony								Tomorrow, 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 tonight
	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 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 clapped up together in
	An Antony, that I might do you service
	So good as you have done.

Servants								The gods forbid!

Antony	Well, my good fellows, wait on me tonight;
	Scant not my cups, and make as much of me
	As when mine empire was your fellow too,
	And suffered my command.

Cleopatra		[Aside to ENOBARBUS.] What does he mean?

Enobarbus	[Aside to CLEOPATRA.]
	To make his followers weep.

Antony								Tend me tonight;
	Maybe it is the period of your duty.
	Haply you shall not see me more; or if,
	A mangled shadow. Perchance tomorrow
	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 tonight 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-eyed. For shame,
	Transform us not to women!

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 tomorrow, and will lead you
	Where rather I'll expect victorious life
	Than death and honour. Let's to supper, come,
	And drown consideration.
													[Exeunt.

