Enter CÆSAR, AGRIPPA, and MECENAS, with his army; CESAR reading a letter. CÆSAR He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power To beat me out of Egypt; my messenger He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat, Cæsar to Antony: let the old ruffian know I have many other ways to die; meantime. Laugh at his challenge. MECENAS Cæsar must think, When one so great begins to rage, he 's hunted Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now Make boot of his distraction never anger Made good guard for itself. CÆSAR Let our best heads Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles And feast the army; we have store to do 't, Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, with others. ANTONY He will not fight with me, Domitius. ENOBARBUS No. ANTONY Why should he not? ACT IV, SCENE II ENOBARBUS He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, He is twenty men to one. 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? ENOBARBUS I'll strike, and cry << Take all ». 125 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, 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. CLEOPATRA, aside to Enobarbus. What means this? ENOBARBUS, aside to Cleopatra. 'T is 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, An Antony, that I might do you service So good as you have done. ALL The gods forbid ! ANTONY Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night: CLEOPATRA, aside to Enobarbus. What does he mean? ENOBARBUS, aside to Cleopatra. To make his followers weep. 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 As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends, I turn you not away; but, like a master Marri'd to your good service, stay till death: ENOBARBUS What mean you, sir, To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep; And I, an ass, am onion-ey'd for shame, |