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Antony and Cleopatra Scenes

Scene 2

Alexandria. Cleopatra’s palace.

(Antony; Cleopatra; Enobarbus; Charmian; Iras; Alexas; Antony’s First Attendant; Antony’s Second Attendant)

Antony praises his faithful servants, bringing them to tears. He prepares for a great feast before the crucial battle. (56 lines)

Enter Antony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, with others.


He will not fight with me, Domitius?




Why should he not?


He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,

He is twenty men to one.


Tomorrow, soldier,

By sea and land I’ll fight; or I will live,

Or bathe my dying honor in the blood

Shall make it live again. Woo’t thou fight well?


I’ll strike, and cry, “Take all!”


Well said, come on.

Call forth my household servants, let’s tonight

Be bounteous at our meal.

Enter three or four Attendants.

Give me thy hand,

Thou hast been rightly honest—so hast thou—

Thou—and thou—and thou. You have serv’d me well,

And kings have been your fellows.


Aside to Enobarbus.

What means this?


Aside to Cleopatra.

’Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots

Out of the mind.


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.


The gods forbid!


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 suffer’d my command.


Aside to Enobarbus.

What does he mean?


Aside to Cleopatra.

To make his followers weep.


Tend me tonight;

May be 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!


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.


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 honor. Let’s to supper, come,

And drown consideration.



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