ENOBARBUS.
[Aside to Cleopatra.] To make his followers weep.
ANTONY.
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!
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.]
SCENE III. Alexandria. Before the Palace.
Enter a Company of Soldiers.
FIRST SOLDIER.
Brother, good night. Tomorrow is the day.
SECOND SOLDIER.
It will determine one way. Fare you well.
Heard you of nothing strange about the streets?
FIRST SOLDIER.
Nothing. What news?