Antony and Cleopatra
Act IV, Scene 2
Alexandria. Cleopatra’s palace.
Cleopatra
1836
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Enter Antony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas,
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with others.
Mark Antony
1
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He will not fight with me, Domitius?
Mark Antony
3
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Why should he not?
Domitius Enobarbus
4 - 5
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He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
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He is twenty men to one.
Mark Antony
6 - 9
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Tomorrow, soldier,
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By sea and land I’ll fight; or I will live,
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Or bathe my dying honor in the blood
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Shall make it live again. Woo’t thou fight well?
Domitius Enobarbus
10
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I’ll strike, and cry, “Take all!”
Mark Antony
11 - 17
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Well said, come on.
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Call forth my household servants, let’s tonight
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Be bounteous at our meal.
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Enter three or four Attendants.
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Give me thy hand,
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Thou hast been rightly honest—so hast thou—
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Thou—and thou—and thou. You have serv’d me well,
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And kings have been your fellows.
Cleopatra
18
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Aside to Enobarbus.
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What means this?
Domitius Enobarbus
19 - 20
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Aside to Cleopatra.
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’Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots
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Out of the mind.
Mark Antony
21 - 25
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And thou art honest too.
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I wish I could be made so many men,
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And all of you clapp’d up together in
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An Antony, that I might do you service
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So good as you have done.
All Antony’s Attendants
26
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The gods forbid!
Mark Antony
27 - 30
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Well, my good fellows, wait on me tonight.
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Scant not my cups, and make as much of me
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As when mine empire was your fellow too,
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And suffer’d my command.
Cleopatra
31
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Aside to Enobarbus.
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What does he mean?
Domitius Enobarbus
32
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Aside to Cleopatra.
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To make his followers weep.
Mark Antony
33 - 42
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Tend me tonight;
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May be it is the period of your duty;
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Haply you shall not see me more, or if,
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A mangled shadow. Perchance tomorrow
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You’ll serve another master. I look on you
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As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
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I turn you not away, but like a master
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Married to your good service, stay till death.
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Tend me tonight two hours, I ask no more,
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And the gods yield you for’t!
Domitius Enobarbus
43 - 46
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What mean you, sir,
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To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep,
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And I, an ass, am onion-ey’d. For shame,
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Transform us not to women.
Mark Antony
47 - 56
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Ho, ho, ho!
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Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus!
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Grace grow where those drops fall, my hearty friends!
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You take me in too dolorous a sense,
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For I spake to you for your comfort, did desire you
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To burn this night with torches. Know, my hearts,
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I hope well of tomorrow, and will lead you
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Where rather I’ll expect victorious life
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Than death and honor. Let’s to supper, come,
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And drown consideration.